"Mr. Jing, He Qingsha won't be here for a while!" Feng Wan came in from the "Emperor Hall" of the banquet hall on the 12th floor. She was wearing high heels and a black and white professional skirt. Black stockings covered her straight and fair legs. , walked elegantly to the elegant Eight Immortals table, and reported the report in a gentle voice.
There are only two "banquet halls" on the 12th floor of the main building of the Blue Lake Club, called the Imperial Hall and the Presidential Hall. The decoration styles are "Chinese style" and "European style" respectively.
It is said to be a banquet hall, but it is actually similar to a multi-purpose hall. There are: living room, dining room, bathroom, dressing room, etc. The space is spacious and the layout is more ingenious. The decoration everywhere is of first-class quality, full of elegance, luxury and restrained gorgeousness.
Jing Gao was eating in an ancient Chinese restaurant. There were four dishes on a Ming and Qing style Eight Immortals table, plus a bowl of chicken soup. He was eating slowly with a bowl of white rice. When he saw his gentle and beautiful young assistant coming over, he smiled slightly, pointed to the seat and said: "Feng Wan, come with me to have a midnight snack."
Feng Wan was embarrassed to say that she had already eaten, "Oh." She sat down elegantly. Mr. Jing ate some bread and milk this evening while waiting for Wei Minjun. As an assistant, she had already found an opportunity to have dinner.
As a woman, she had very little dinner. A little snack and fruit.
"Try this chicken soup!" Jing Gao rang the bell and asked the waiter to come in and buy a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and recommended to Feng Wan the chicken soup in the club tonight. The soup is not greasy and has the fragrance of chopped green onion. It tastes very good.
"Oh, okay." Feng Wan agreed. She knew that Mr. Jing allowed her to accompany him to dinner, not because he wanted to flirt with her, but as a way of reciprocating the concern she showed tonight. Eating with the boss is a sign of intimacy.
Jing Gao very gentlemanly helped Feng Wan scoop up half a bowl of chicken soup and handed it to her, and asked in a friendly manner: "Feng Wan, how can you do things under your conditions? Is there anything I can do to help?"
Feng Wan, a beautiful young woman, has an excellent appearance and figure. An experienced man like him could tell at a glance that she was a beauty. It is relatively rare for a woman like her to work. Every man has a dream of hiding a beautiful woman in a golden house!
Feng Wan did not answer, but chuckled and asked, "Mr. Jing, are you in a better mood now than you were in the car just now?"
She didn't want Jing Gao to get involved in her life. She, Mr. Guan and Zheng Xiaobing are all divorced young women, but for different reasons. She was ashamed to talk about some personal matters.
Jing Gao laughed, it was indeed true, otherwise how could he have the leisure to "pulle" Feng Wan's life? He nodded slightly and said, "Yes. I came out of the Capital Club fuming with Wei Minjun, but everything that followed was good news. The interests, connections, and ideas were all straightened out."
When he saw Qin Ziheng dealing with Zhou Mingyang's matter just now, he thought it was just an "interlude". His current energy was focused on fighting Wei Minjun.
However, Feng Wan, a beautiful young woman, was indeed different from others. She would change the topic. This made her image in his impression of a distant female assistant become more personalized and vivid.
Feng Wan chuckled gently, lowered her eyelids, and drank chicken soup.
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After dinner, it was almost 11 o'clock at night. The bright street scene outside the Blue Lake Club was extinguished, leaving only a few lights, telling the loneliness of the international metropolis. At this time, the charming He Qingsha came to Li Wei's Under the leadership, he was quietly brought to the emperor's hall.
She didn't dress up sexy and show off her smoky beauty, but she dressed up in a very fresh style. A black sleeveless lace-style black T-shirt paired with a white gauze skirt.
A gorgeous, sexy and charming woman like her looks beautiful no matter what she wears, not to mention her plump and hydrated figure is first-rate, with ups and downs, excellent proportions, and a slim waist.
Nine out of ten men would probably want to see the sword show with her.
Jing Gao saw the side of the charming oiran in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but what he saw now was the other side of He Qingsha, which was a bit cold and glamorous.
Of course, what surprised Jing Gao even more was that after not seeing her for a few days, her delicate and bright face was covered with bruises, and there were bruises on the corners of her mouth and eyes, as if she had been beaten.
"Mr. Jing, I'm sorry, I'm a little late." He Qingsha said softly, with a little bit of alienation, indifference, and seemed a little angry.
Jing Gao sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. He did not let the sexy and plump He Qingsha sit down and asked directly: "He Qingsha, I heard that you are still working in the Ming and Qing residence. Didn't Hu Jiuming make things difficult for you?"
He Qingsha wanted him to confess that as long as she could please him, she would become his woman. Hu Jiuming promised that Wei Minjun would not cause trouble for her in the near future and would give her 10 million when the matter was completed.
He Qingsha looked at Jing Gao with her beautiful eyes, as if she dared not speak out in anger, then lowered her head to restrain her emotions and said coldly: "Mr. Jing, Hu Jiuming had someone beat me up at my residence.
He said: Since Jing Gao is talking about me, my sentences are not high and my character is not good. Then I'll just go lower. He gave me three days to leave the capital. Today is the last day. I just packed my luggage at home and prepared to go back to Taizhou. "
She still felt a little resentful towards Jing Gao in her heart. Hu Jiuming was angry in front of Jing Gao and used her as a trap to vent his anger. But she was also afraid of Jing Gao's power. Summoned by his assistant on the phone, he didn't dare not come even when he was about to leave the capital.
Jing Gao squinted his eyes slightly when he heard this, and then burst into laughter: "That's interesting!"
This sentence made He Qingsha confused and looked at Jing Gao with a strange expression.
Jing Gao waved his hand, indicating that this had nothing to do with her, and said, "I fell out with Hu Jiu Ming on the phone at the Qingsha Pavilion in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. You have heard of the rumors in Beijing afterwards, right?"
He Qingsha nodded. In the past two days in the capital, rumors were circulating that Jing Gao was having an affair with her, saying that Jing Gao was already her guest. She extremely suspected that Hu Jiuming was behind it.
"So, when I was chatting with Fang Chen, the richest man in Jiangbei, in Jiangzhou, I commented that Hu Jiu Ming's pattern was not good. Unexpectedly, Fang Chen turned around and told Hu Jiu Ming these words. And Hu Jiu Ming took your words and passed them to my ears intact. .These two people are very interesting!”
He Qingsha understood. Fang Chen, the richest man in the north of the Yangtze River, resorted to using a borrowed knife to kill people. Hu Jiuming found someone to beat her and use violence to solve the problem, but he still sold Fang Chen.
Jing Gao stood up, looked at He Qingsha with sharp eyes, and asked, "Yuanhan really doesn't care about you anymore?"
He Qingsha smiled sadly, her past kindness was as thin as paper. Even with a sad and melancholy expression, she was still beautiful and charming, and said: "Mr. Jing, what do you think? I don't answer my calls, block him on WeChat, and don't reply to text messages. Otherwise, how could I agree to Hu Jiuming's conditions? To seduce you?"
Jing Gao raised his hand and looked at his watch, and at 11:20 p.m., he said: "So, you send a text message to Yuan Han, saying that you are here at the Blue Lake Club, and ask him whether he cares about you? You know what I mean? ?”
He Qingsha nodded, took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to Yuan Han. This is the last "ultimatum". If Yuan Han really doesn't care about her, she will switch to Jing Gao's disciple.
