Jing Gao saw clearly that it was Ren Jiahui waiting at the entrance of the stairs. Seeing that she seemed a little drunk, he did not hide away and asked strangely: "Jiahui, why are you waiting here?"
Ren Jiahui was wearing a white short dress, with a drunken look on her face, and blurted out: "They said you went to the toilet, I was afraid you would just leave. Xiaojing, accompany me to dance on the dance floor."
"Classmate Ren Jiahui, you feel a little sluggish after drinking some wine!" Jing Gao joked with a smile. He is younger than Ren Jiahui, but he really has no intention of being a puppy. He can't do this kind of thing.
Ren Jiahui chuckled, "Are you talking like that? It's been eight years since I graduated from college. Come on, stay with me." There was a hint of pleading in her tone.
Jing Gao followed Ren Jiahui onto the dance floor. A group of men and women were dancing inside. It's a bit like a group of demons dancing around. The actions of men and women who are familiar with each other are very intimate. Men and women who are not familiar with each other show themselves.
I understand the purpose.
As soon as a beauty like Ren Jiahui entered the dance floor, several men immediately came over, dancing and posing in front of her. Now is a society ruled by law. If you dare to use your hands with a woman you don't know, the response you get may be a slap in the face.
Of course, there is no telling how many men will make mistakes under the stimulation of alcohol and hormones. So, it's normal to have fights in bars.
Jing Gao didn't know how to dance at all, so he beat the time with his feet and swayed slightly, while protecting Ren Jiahui with his hands.
Ren Jiahui's level of disco dancing was quite good. She didn't pay attention to the flirting with her by the men around her, and only showed her charm to Jing Gao, her beautiful eyes never leaving Jing Gao's face. After dancing for a while, I saw that Jing Gao really didn't know how to dance, so I couldn't help but laugh. I hugged Jing Gao, stood on tiptoes and said in his ear, "Do you want me to teach you?"
Your sister! When the men around them saw the posture of this couple, they immediately knew that they were in vain. It's a waste of time.
Jing Gao felt Ren Jiahui's softness and was a little speechless. Should he say that Ren Jiahui would seize the opportunity, or should he say something else? Does this count as learning another knowledge point? He supported her with both hands, walked to the edge of the dance floor, and asked: "Is this how to teach? Jiahui, it's almost done. Don't play with fire!"
Ren Jiahui raised her head stubbornly: "I want it. Jing Gao, why is it that he is living and drinking outside and raising a little lover, but I want to waste my youth in this marriage? I'm going to have sex with him today! Take me to the hotel , I belong to you tonight."
Jing Gao felt helpless for a while. Jiahui, what gave you the illusion that my moral bottom line is so low? Although I am a scumbag, I still have some principles. Don't do it because it's a small evil!
Walking off the dance floor, Jing Gao let go of Ren Jiahui and said clearly: "Jiahui, don't make an impulsive decision. You will regret it later. I will go home later."
Ren Jiahui didn't want to hear this at all. Her second brother had lectured her enough, and said angrily: "Jing Gao, if you don't take me there, I can drag any man here back to the hotel."
Let me go, have you watched too many Demi-Gods and Dragons movies?
Jing Gao grabbed Ren Jiahui, who was about to leave in anger, took her into his arms, and said with clear eyes, "Follow me to the hotel."
Ren Jiahui was a little dazed. In fact, she was just angry, but Jing Gao promised her, but she was a little shy and uneasy. This is actually her first time out.
Jing Gao, who was carrying a mobile phone, told Fu Ye, went up to the booth to get his wallet, and left the mix bar with Ren Jiahui. Take the bus directly to China World Trade Center Phase 3. The Workers' Stadium is very close to the International Trade Center. Of course, it is also very close to the courtyard house east of Jinggao Hui Palace.
Jing Gao made a phone call and asked the butler of the presidential suite "Fu Fu" to open a room on the 74th floor.
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In the booths on the second floor of the mix bar, Xi Siyan, Cheng Yanxi, Zhu Yu, and An Yi learned from Fu Ye that Jing Gao had left early. They thought about Ren Jiahui who had just left. They would be stupid if they didn't understand this.
Several people looked at each other. Is this...something going to happen?
The relationship between Ren Jiahui and her husband broke down long ago, and her husband settled and worked in Shenzhen. That won't be a problem. But the key is Brother Ren! Brother Ren will never allow her sister to do such a thing.
And the unlucky one in the end must be Jing Gao. Second Brother Ren is not only a maniac who dotes on his wife, but also a maniac on doting on his sister! How do you think Jiahui developed her strong and rebellious character?
Therefore, the conclusion is that Mr. Jing will bear the ultimate wrath of Brother Ren!
Xi Siyan was in an extremely bad mood, drinking wine one after another. What does Brother Jing mean? Take Sister Jiahui to check out a room? Yes, Sister Jiahui is prettier than her, but she came first! Brother Jing didn't take her seriously at all. It's funny that she still...
Zhu Yu said: "Let's withdraw too." He couldn't drink anymore. If he drank anymore, Xi Siyan would get drunk. It would be hard for these men to take care of her.
The group of people paid the bill and walked out of the mix bar door. Moods vary. Overall, the mood is a bit low. It's not as smooth as when we first came to the bar to negotiate a good deal.
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After Ren He had dinner, he took Dahuang for a walk around the villa area, took a shower and sat in the study.
"Hey, go to bed early. You are no better than a young person now." Zhang Ting came out of the bath. The forty-three-year-old person was well-kept. She wore a bathrobe to cover her graceful and fair body, and her wet hair was wrapped in a towel. There is a mature charm under the bright lights.
Ren He sat in an official hat chair from the Ming Dynasty and threw the book in his hand on the desk. "You go to bed first. I will sit for a while."
Zhang Ting knew what her husband was worried about and said, "Are you worried about something happening to Jiahui and that Xiaojing?"
Ren He nodded, paced back and forth in the study, and said irritably: "The little bastard dares to bully Jiahui, I want him to look good."
Zhang Ting shook her head in a funny way and persuaded: "One slap won't make a difference. Jiahui's marriage should be divorced. Don't keep holding her back."
Ren He cried out: "Where did I stop her? She and Wei Liqun are in a free relationship. This is her own choice. Look at how she dislikes Wei Liqun now? Wei Liqun called me that day ..., alas, let’s not talk about it anymore.”
Zhang Ting said: "Okay, it's already past ten o'clock. If you are really worried, go and see for yourself. You can't make sense with Jiahui, but you can make sense with Xiaojing, right? Come back early and rest."
Ren He sighed: "Yeah."
After sitting in the study for a while, Ren He called his bodyguard, went out by car, and contacted his assistant Song Fa on the way.
"Mr. Ren, Miss Ren will meet up with her friends first: Xi Siyan, Zhu Yu, Cheng Yanxi, An Yi, and Ling Chuqing. Then they will drink and eat supper in the lounge on the 79th floor of China World Trade Center Phase 3, and wait until the well is high. Then go to 74 The presidential suite on the first floor.”
"Ling Chuqing left when they came out. Miss Ren and her party went to the Mix Bar in the Workers' Stadium to drink. There was a conflict with Huang Bai in the middle, and Jing suppressed her. Miss Ren was outside talking to Mr. Wei on the phone the whole time."
Ren Hedao: "Okay. I'll go outside the mix bar now, and you continue to watch."
Ten minutes later, Ren He's car arrived outside the mix bar in the Workers' Stadium. Luxury cars gathered together, and individual travelers without seats gathered in the street outside. Song Fa, who was waiting not far away, quickly stepped forward and reported in a low voice: "Mr. Ren, Jing Gao took Miss Ren to the hotel in China World Trade Center Phase 3."
Ren He exploded when he heard this and cursed: "This bastard!"
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Ren Jiahui was only slightly drunk and followed Jing Gao to the presidential suite's special elevator to the 74th floor. Her high-heeled sandals stepped on the carpet, and her legs felt a little floaty.
Jing Gao took the door card and opened the door to the luxury suite, not the presidential suite.
Ren Jiahui followed and walked in. As Jing Gao closed the door with a click, all the complicated emotions in her heart rose to the extreme. Then she understood that the matter had come to this and there was no room for change, so she looked up at Jing Gao.
The only good thing is that the man who brought her to a room and wanted to take possession of her is someone she admires and likes.
Jing Gao inserted the door card into the card slot, turned on the light in the room, and said softly: "Jiahui, go take a shower first."
Seeing that Jing Gao's face did not have the joy and excitement that he had when he brought the beauty back to the hotel late at night, but instead looked a little cold and helpless, Ren Jiahui suddenly felt guilty. She actually took advantage of Jing Gao's concern and compassion for her.
When she was young, she resisted her second brother's "net" and authority. The most common and only effective way was to hurt herself. Her second brother would give in every time. The same applies at this time. Jing Gao originally wanted to go back to accompany his girlfriend, but she forced her to bring her to the hotel. The reason is that Jing Gao doesn't want to see her mess around and get hurt.
"Oh... let's make it up to him later."
Ren Jiahui walked into the bathroom, looked at the beauty in a white short skirt in the sink mirror, pursed her lips, and opened the zipper sideways. Although she is over thirty years old, she is still beautiful. You need a good face, a good figure, and smooth skin.
Half an hour later, when Ren Jiahui, who was in a complicated mood, finished taking a shower and walked out in her pajamas, the suite was empty. Where is the shadow of Jing Gao?
"Jing Gao!" Ren Jiahui shouted angrily. How could he not know that she had been fucked by Jing Gao?
However, the anger in her heart was not as strong as she thought. On the contrary, there is more of a sense of relief that the bad things have been stopped. There is also gratitude, appreciation, resentment, and a sense of loss towards Jing Gao.
"Asshole, you are worse than a beast!" Ren Jiahui cursed softly, but a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth. 8)
