Cheap Lover 【Entertainment】

Mr. Jiang's assistant...

Is it—

An extravagant hope suddenly rose in his heart, Zhou Ziche felt that Lin Shiwei was pulling his hair a little harder, and pressed him into the water a few times as if to vent his anger, and quickly let go.

"What did you say? President Jiang's assistant is here?"

"Yes, Mr. Lin, he also said that he wanted to see Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Ziche raised his head, gasping for breath, propped his hands on the wall of the pool, almost unable to stand still.

He looked at Lin Shiwei with uncertain eyes.

"President Jiang's assistant is here, could it be for you? I advise you not to have some unrealistic ideas - come with me!"

Zhou Ziche straightened his clothes while walking, and Lin Shiwei saw his small movements.

"The whole fart, don't say you look like this now, just dress properly, do you think others will believe that you are innocent? You idiot."

Zhou Ziche's fingertips trembled, and he still stubbornly closed the collar of his soaked shirt. The door of the villa opened, and Jiang Gu's secretary stood outside the door. A car was parked in the distance. Under the majestic rain and the cold darkness is somewhat blurred.

"Boss Lin, Mr. Zhou, I'm taking the liberty of disturbing you late at night."

Lin Shiwei dragged Zhou Ziche to his side.

"It's quite presumptuous. Don't you know that Chunxiao is worth a thousand gold?"

The secretary laughed twice: "I disturbed Mr. Lin, and I will definitely apologize to Mr. Lin next time. It's just that Mr. Jiang called me this time because there is indeed something important."

Jiang Gu was sitting on the car seat, and the wipers made harsh noises, tearing off the rain curtain layer by layer on the car window.

The person standing next to Lin Shiwei in the distance was dressed in thin clothes, and the wet shirt showed a slender waist and a straight back. The skin from the face to the back of the hands was pale, like a piece of thin paper, but the lips were very red. It's like rubbing cinnabar.

The coldness in Jiang Gu's narrow phoenix eyes froze for a moment, he took a cigarette casually, the cigarette case was almost empty, the bitter white mist was inhaled into his lungs, and he couldn't taste it clearly.

The wireless earphones on his ears allow him to clearly hear the conversation over there.

Lin Shiwei: "What important matter, do you want to come late at night?"

"Boss Lin, I'm sorry...this is the invitation card for Mrs. Jiang's funeral."

After the words fell, even Lin Shiwei couldn't hide his astonishment.

"What do you say this is?!"

The secretary replied respectfully: "This is an invitation card for Mrs. Jiang's funeral. Mrs. Jiang was seriously ill before, and now she has passed away."

"Hahahahaha... What a sudden serious illness and passed away! Unexpectedly, I underestimated Mr. Jiang, don't you think so, Zhou Ziche?"

As if his heart was tightly squeezed by both hands, Zhou Ziche looked at the invitation card handed over by the secretary.

The above "Mrs. Jiang" has no name, no appearance, only this symbol.

He just came to Lin Shiwei's place, and the Jiang Group had just finished discussing the cooperation, and the funeral invitation was delivered.

Could this be what Jiang Gu meant?

Or was it planned by the people around him?

If it was what Jiang Gu meant...how could he be able to send someone to send a funeral invitation card to him now, even when he was so attached to him a few hours ago, cutting off all his escape routes?

no, I can not.

It must not be Jiang Gu's idea.

He will not be that kind of person.

His eyes turned black for a while, Zhou Ziche staggered, Lin Shiwei grabbed his wrist and pulled him to his side, making an affectionate look.

"Beauty, is she sad for Mrs. Jiang's death? It doesn't matter...follow me, I guarantee you will be more beautiful than that Mrs. Jiang!"

"I heard that you took a fancy to a film by Director Wu before, but you haven't decided on it? It doesn't matter, I will discuss with the investor of this film tomorrow, and I guarantee that the male lead will be yours soon!"

The secretary didn't dare to see Lin Shiwei hugging Zhou Ziche affectionately.

"Mr. Lin, since the things have been delivered, I will take my leave first. Mr. Lin is also required to attend the funeral."

After the secretary finished speaking, he turned to leave, but suddenly heard Jiang Gu's deep voice coming from the wireless earphone he was wearing.

"Let Zhou Ziche talk to you alone."

Jiang Gu's eyes pierced the rain curtain, nailing Zhou Ziche and Lin Shiwei's shoulders next to each other.

The slender and handsome young man's clear peach blossom eyes were full of unspeakable confusion and brokenness, his rose-colored lips were tightly pressed, his black hair was dripping with water, and his collar, which was already soaked by water, was even more wet, revealing a large area. Hydrating skin.

He could see that Zhou Ziche did not resist.

He stood with Lin Shiwei, and it seemed so appropriate.

Lin Shiwei promised to give him film resources from famous directors in front of his secretary, and he will definitely do it.

Jiang Gu's thin lips parted slightly, and the tips of his white teeth pressed against the smoke. When he let go, the flickering sparks were suddenly pressed down by his slender fingers.

Is the relationship between Zhou Ziche and Lin Shiwei already this good?

Didn't that little idiot keep saying "I only love him", but now that he just came to Lin Shiwei's side, his clothes were messy, his lips were red, and he curled up beside that person pitifully.

A smear of scarlet streaked across Jiang Gumo's black pupils, the extinguished smoke was distorted, and the remaining shredded tobacco turned into powder and scattered little by little.

Zhou Ziche was supposed to be his.

People are, so is the heart.

Lin Shiwei moved his things.

"Mr. Lin, there is something else, I want to talk to Mr. Zhou alone."

Perhaps it was the funeral post that made Lin Shiwei temporarily dispel all doubts, and he generously pushed Zhou Ziche forward.

"Go ahead, don't talk for too long."

"Mr. Zhou, please."

The secretary took Zhou Ziche aside with a drumbeat in his heart, but there was no instruction from Jiang Guxin in the headset for a long time.

He took a few glances at the young man in front of him who was almost in shape, and couldn't help but sighed and offered some words of comfort.

"Mr. Zhou... You are here by yourself, you must take care of yourself."

"The funeral...is it Jiang Gu's idea?" Zhou Ziche exhaled softly, his whole body was cold, "If it's not convenient to say it, then forget it..."

If you don't say it, that's what Jiang Gu thinks.

The secretary froze for a moment, and heard Jiang Gu's cold tone in the earphone.

"Tell him it was my idea."

"Zhou, Mr. Zhou, it is indeed Mr. Jiang's intention to hold a funeral."

"But, but—" the secretary repeated Jiang Gu's words in the headset, "But before I came, Mr. Jiang told me that there is a sentence that must be brought to you."

"Boss Jiang said that he was sorry for holding the funeral, but he really couldn't think of any other way to see you again. He asked Mr. Zhou to attend the funeral, and he would find a way to meet you at that time."

There was a sudden rush of enthusiasm in my heart.

Zhou Ziche's eyes lit up a little: "Jiang Gu really said that?"

"Of course it's true. How dare I spread the words of Mr. Jiang indiscriminately. Oh yes, Mr. Jiang also said..."

"He said that he would definitely find a way to take you back from Lin Shiwei, please wait for him."