Cheap Lover 【Entertainment】

The secretary stood outside the door of the room, looking at the fragments of wine glasses scattered on the ground, not knowing how to react.

The man standing at the dining table had already changed into home clothes, with a loose neckline, revealing a large collarbone and tight honey-colored skin. His expression was lazy and casual, and he couldn't tell whether he was drinking or not, drunk or not.

The secretary had already guessed from Boss Jiang's jealousy that he threw the glass because of drunkenness, and turned into a blue face, until he felt the other party's sharp eyes moving towards him.

"What are you doing standing there? Come and clean up the broken glass."

The tone is calm, the voice is calm, and one can tell that the person is awake.

The secretary quickly restrained his thoughts, and quickly walked over to get tools to clean the ground.

"Mr. Jiang, I have already found some professional paparazzi in the circle, and bought some black materials from them, which should be enough to make him unable to turn over."

"I'll go find a few trusted marketing accounts and send the stuff out. When do you think it's appropriate?"

"Just today."

The secretary nodded.

A third-tier star like Qi Gui is not clean and self-respecting, and catches a lot of black material.As soon as he said that he was willing to pay three times the market price, several paparazzi rushed to provide photos and recordings.

Finding a marketing account to send it is just a matter of spending an extra sum of money.

The secretary cleaned up the debris and walked out of the room slowly: "Mr. Jiang, do you want to ask the hotel to add another set of cups for you?"

"No need, it's just broken by accident, and I won't drink here."

"Yes. Mr. Jiang, there will be a video conference in a while, and the general managers have sent you the relevant information by email."

The secretary stretched out his hand to close the door, but when he was about to close it, he seemed to hear a low-pitched sigh.

"Go and stare downstairs to see where Lin Shiwei sent Zhou Ziche."

The secretary dutifully stared at it for more than two hours, and finally waited until a group of people poured out of the banquet room downstairs.

Lin Shiwei was so drunk that he returned with his arms around him, his hands and feet had already begun to be dishonest.

The other middle-aged men with big bellies were not much better. Most of them hugged Internet celebrities and celebrities with a snake face, and some who liked boys stumbled towards the room with their arms around a little boy.

The secretary turned pale when he thought of Mr. Jiang's reaction when he saw someone being taken away by Lin Shiwei today. He glanced around twice in a hurry, but he didn't see Mr. Zhou from the crowd.

Could it be that there are still people staying in the private room, directly in the private room——

Did Lin Shiwei really lend Mr. Zhou to someone else? !

The secretary didn't know whether to be sad or sympathetic for a while, until he saw that the door of the private room was closed and no one came out, he quickly walked outside Mr. Jiang's room.

Knocked on the door twice, no answer.

It stands to reason that the video conference should be over...

He opened the door with the spare room card, walked around the living room lightly, only to find that the bedding on the bed had been rolled out, and Mr. Jiang seemed to be asleep.

Even when the person lying on the bed was asleep, his expression was stern and sharp, without any soft emotion showing.

The quilt covering his body was laid neatly, but the edges of the quilt were wrinkled by his knuckle fingers.

The secretary was hesitating whether to wake up Mr. Jiang, and finished reporting that Lin Shiwei had gone back to his room, when he suddenly saw the person with closed eyes suddenly opened his phoenix eyes.

The pupils are extremely dark in color, almost melted into ink.

"Ache..." Jiang Gu's voice softened a few degrees, as if he was still not fully awake, "Pour me a glass of water—"

His voice stopped abruptly, and the man stood up expressionlessly, his temple hair seemed a little wet, his eyes fell on the secretary, and his lazy eyes were instantly clear.

"How did you come?"

The secretary quickly lowered his head, pretending not to hear Mr. Jiang's momentary aphasia.

"Mr. Jiang, just now I saw that Lin Shiwei had come out of the private room where the banquet was held, and brought everyone back with him. Many people left, but I'm not sure if there are still people left in the private room."

Jiang Gu gave a faint "hmm", then asked again when he saw that he was silent.

"Where's Zhou Ziche?"

"... Zhou, Mr. Zhou, I didn't see anyone. Maybe, maybe I left early, or maybe—"

It may also stay in the private room, being played by others.

Jiang Gu's brows were instantly entwined with a hostility.

"Maybe? Maybe?"

"Boss Jiang, it's his subordinates who are incompetent..."

"What about monitoring? Why don't you ask the hotel to adjust the monitoring?"

Jiang Gu's voice was flat and terrifyingly calm, but his face was covered with dark shadows.

"I asked about it, and it was said that someone had already asked someone to stop the surveillance on the third floor today. Probably someone was afraid that the police would come."

The room fell silent, only the slight rustling of Jiang Gu's clothes when he stood up, and the secretary's more and more tense breathing.

Jiang Gu got out of bed and got up, and just moved his wrist, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned by the pain from the wound on his palm.

The cut in the palm should have been healed long ago, but he repeatedly opened up the blood scab again and again, so until now it is still full of mess and unforgettable.

"You go out."

The secretary froze for a moment.

Jiang Gu repeated impatiently: "Go out."

In the room, only the living room was lit, and the bedroom was pitch black. After the secretary turned off the light in the living room, there was thick darkness as far as the eye could see.

Jiang Gu walked slowly towards the living room, found the remaining teacup by memory, and poured a cup of tea.

He raised his face and gulped it down.

The abrupt Adam's apple rolled, and the somewhat dry lips were moisturized for a moment, but the tea was cold, almost frosting his throat.

When he went back, he noticed the format of the hotel room, which was very similar to their home.

The dark gray curtains are drawn tightly, and there are some novelty ornaments on the small desk in the bedroom.

The sofa is light gray and can be used as a bed if you are sleepy.

The coffee table is full of gadgets, new toothpaste, toothbrush, towel, razor...

There is no too strong incense, only a light, cold fragrance that is almost unnoticeable if you don't smell it carefully.

If a light can be turned on in the kitchen, a young man only eats salad at night because he wants to control his weight, and he can’t stand the hunger and looks for food in the refrigerator, and bring him a cup of hot water by the way——

The tenderness at the corners of Jiang Gu's eyes and brows froze for a moment, and the next moment was covered by a cold chill.

In three years, even raising a kitten and puppy will have feelings.

At least when Zhou Ziche's parents died unexpectedly, he took extra care of Zhou Ziche during that time in order to hold the main property left by the Zhou family in his hands.

It's just that I still have a little thought about a little pet, it's nothing.

Anyone can put ornaments, anyone can pour tea for him, Zhou Ziche can do it, so many people who are greedy for the prosperity and wealth of the Jiang family and want to marry in can do it.

Jiang Gu curled his lips, and suddenly felt some warm liquid dripping on his ankles.

Turning his face sideways, he saw his tightly clenched palms, his nails piercing into the flesh, and the blood dripped down his knuckles.