Shen Jing purred, "Not enough."
There is no sound.
She waited for 20 minutes, but Zhou Lvchen didn't wait for her.
Standing on the lobby of the hotel, Shen Jing looked up at the night sky. She could not see the stars. The tall buildings were dazed.
Look, Mr. Zhou, who is so high up, says that five minutes is five minutes, and one more minute, he can turn around and leave.
I'm so careless.
She did not arrogate to the rules of the Zhou Dynasty.
The driver opened the door and said, "Go there, he and Master Chen have gone."
Shen Jing dropped her eyes, "I don't want to go."
The driver watched her get on the bus, closed the door, and then sat in the driver's seat. "Where are you going to play?"
Shen Jing came to Aocheng for the first time and was unfamiliar with many places.
Where to go, where to go.
No acquaintances.
"I'd better go. I'm tired of the pastries in the hotel."
She licked her lip when she said it.
Living with Zhou Lvchen easily consumes her physical strength and overdrafts at night.
Young Master Zhou, how can he be merciful.
The driver nodded and then drove her to Lisboa.
It's on the third floor.
Party B even invited people from Party A to come and openly and deliberately target them.
Old Dong, who has a little wealth background in Australia, has come here. He hasn't had time to hold a lively banquet in Lisboa for a long time. Many consortiums have come to Hong Kong.
As soon as Shen Jing entered the meeting, she looked for Zhou Lvchen. In this way, she, who nobody knew, quietly entered the crowd.
"Zhou Lvchen, where are you?"
Naturally, he did not have the ability to attract people as soon as he entered the arena. The old Dong who was present basically experienced thousands of sails, and had never seen any beauty.
So when Shen Jing passed by, she thought she was the waiter who served tea and water at the banquet. Some even asked her to serve wine and take paper towels.
Her retro black gilded cheongsam is too low-key and dark.
If you don't pay attention to it, you can't see how white the black sets off her, and how beautiful the meanness created in the dark is.
When twisting, the waist was totally soft.
It's not her fault. She always walks slowly, and it's hard to walk fast.
"My sister is in good shape. How long have you been carrying dishes here? Come and help me get a bottle of French wine."
The big bellied middle-aged man wolf claw was going to wipe her hips, and his voice mixed with wine.
Shen Jing picked up the porcelain plate on the table, turned around and hit the other person on the head, regardless of whether he drank too much or not. Without permission, it was harassment.
"Pa --"
The porcelain was broken, and the middle-aged man's head was bleeding gradually. The wound was shocking.
"Manager Zhao --"
Someone screamed.
"Ah, why are you bleeding?"
Shen Jing was startled and backed away in panic.
People, she hit them.
The middle-aged man was not too drunk. Look at Shen Jing's twisted waist, which seemed to move like water. It was the dirty feeling in the man's heart that really didn't stop him.
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Do you know who I am
Shen Jing didn't know who he was. "You are mean and dirty. Your hand just..."
"What just happened? I accidentally touched your shoulder, didn't I?" The other side changed his upright posture and changed his face.
Shen Jing thinks these people are really good at pretending.
If you pretend to be watertight, it will be her fault and hit people indiscriminately.
"You are talking nonsense."
The middle-aged man smiled. When he smiled, he looked like an honest man who could not do any freeloading. "If you accidentally meet you, you can hit me, can you?"
Hearing this, Shen Jing bit her lip and retorted, "We can call the police. Ask them..."
Their entrepreneurs are busy talking about things. It is clear that there is no camera here. Who will be the witness.
No,
No one saw that the middle-aged man intended to insult her.
For a moment, she thought about Zhou Lushen, the man who spent a lot of money to buy a fish for her, and the man who held her in his arms and slept with her last night.
She looked around blankly, her lips and teeth chattered, "Zhou Lvshen, where are you..."
Where the hell is he.
She doesn't want to offend these influential people. It's not just an excuse that can solve the problem.
That's the reality.
These people will only bully the soft and fear the hard, and the truth often doesn't matter.
The middle-aged man is a local hotel manager with a little reputation, and he receives non local people to visit here.
Zhao Zhiqiang, surnamed Zhao, came with his wife.
When the noise came out, Mrs. Zhao immediately pulled the crowd to come.
Zhao Zhiqiang is too familiar with his sexual nature, but by this time things have become big. How can she recognize it.
Mrs. Zhao pushed Shen Jing, "What are you doing, what have you done to my husband, a good banquet, and how can you carry the dishes when you carry them? How can you hit people's heads?"
"Er --"
Shen Jing looked around for Zhou Luchen. People were standing shoulder to shoulder. In the dim sight, she never found him.
Mrs. Zhao glanced at the injured Zhao Zhiqiang, and then looked at Shen Jing. She was pretty,
Mrs. Zhao immediately chose to appease others. "Throw the waiter out of your hotel, and it will not matter. It's good that you hurt people without making you lose money. Why are you crying?"
This is to make her swallow.
A man with glasses came up and took Mrs. Zhao's hand
Mrs. Zhao said loudly and boldly on purpose, "What Mr. Zhou, which Mr. Zhou, the boss of Australia surnamed Zhou, do I not know?"
The man whispered, "It's United Bank, Zhou Family, Zhou Lvshen."
Mrs. Zhao's pupil shrank and she looked at Shen Jing again. "Well, that's all for today. I won't argue with you. Don't cry. You hurt people first."
Shen Jing wanted to re argue, but Mrs. Zhao had already helped Zhao Zhiqiang to the side. In terms of pacifying people, Mrs. Zhao could control things faster than anyone else.
"Are you all right? Did the Second Young Master bring you here?"
She was talking to a man with glasses, a suit and shoes, and an old man of an enterprise.
Shen Jing recognized the man who was helping out. She had met him in the port city.
Last name: Sun.
Shen Jing turned her head.
That pair of retro style small leather shoes gently ran over the debris, turned and left, tears failed to win.
She didn't say a word.
…
Sun Dong looked at Shen Jing's back, put down his glass and went upstairs, and opened the door of the meeting.
The atmosphere was chilly.
The conversation inside was extremely low.
Zhou Lvchen is sitting in the chair signing the contract. He is not familiar with the unexpected Sun Dong, and does not look up. He calmly continues to talk with the managers of various enterprises.
"Second childe."
Sun Dong smiled and came to Zhou Lvchen. "Something happened to her."
Zhou Lvchen was indifferent to Sun and Dong.
Sun Dong, "Shen Jing."
Zhou Lvshen said coldly, "What's the matter?"
"Zhao Zhiqiang, the boss of Heyun Hotel, harassed her." Sun Dong lowered his head and added, "It just happened seriously."
What lotus rhyme.
What about Zhao Zhiqiang.
Zhou Lvchen clearly didn't know this hotel, nor had he heard of Zhao Zhiqiang. He took over the remote control and continued to listen to the assistant's analysis of Hong Kong stock data displayed on the CD screen.
Sun Dong reminded, "You'd better go down and have a look. You'll directly hit people and bleed."
Zhou Lv turned the page without any improvement. It seems that the contract is more important for him.
"What are you doing? I'm busy."