Zhou Rong lazily opened his eyelids and said, "It doesn't look like that."
The man turned back to look at Zhou Rong dissatisfied, and compared it with his hands, "It's not the same, this waist, these legs, if they don't look alike, no one will look like them anymore, and didn't Brother Liang say that the woman's legs are hooked on her waist?" , I really want to live and die.”
After saying that, he remembered something and asked Jiang Zhi to turn around and show them what his face looked like.
Jiang Zhi pursed his lips tightly, not daring to raise his head and kept his head lowered.
It was so long that the sounds in her ears were far away, and her mind was wandering.
Suddenly, the man sitting in the first place spoke: "Okay, you can go out first."
This sentence made Jiang Zhiru feel pardoned. He hurriedly lowered his head and exited the box.
The second she closed the door, she heard another man's dissatisfied comparison and Zhou Rong's scolding.
Although the club was still very busy in the second half, no one asked Jiang Zhi to go out to deliver drinks. After two or three o'clock, the foreman came over to pay Jiang Zhi and said that there was someone waiting for her in the underground parking lot. Let her pass.
Jiang Zhi answered and turned around to change clothes.
The foreman glanced at her twice, but there was nothing wrong with her except that she was pretty. I don't know how she caught people's attention.
When Jiang Zhi finished changing her clothes, the foreman had already gone out. She sent a message to An Ran saying that she would not go back, and then trotted downstairs.
In a dim underground parking lot, a Maybach was parked in a parking space not far away. A large hand with clear joints was exposed from the car window, holding a scarlet cigarette butt. He slightly raised his head and looked up. The man sat with his eyebrows lowered and his expression deep. Over there.
Perhaps her gaze was too clear, and Zhou Rong looked over.
"Not coming?"
Only then did Jiang Zhi slowly walk up to the person.
Zhou Rong said calmly: "Get in the car and take you back."
Man, it is a lie to say that you will send it home. It is true to send it to your own home.
Jiang Zhi didn't believe what the person said, but he still got in the car obediently and sat not far from the person. He put his hands on his knees and looked quite nervous.
The smoke lingered in the air, and the man tapped the cigarette, "What's going on today?"
Jiang Zhi thought that people were probably asking her why she was in the club, but she didn't hide it and said directly: "I am short of money."
The man's eyebrows were reflected in the rearview mirror.
He chuckled, took out a card and handed it to Jiang Zhi.
Jiang Zhi took it away and only said: "I want to go back to the company to work."
It's not that she didn't hear what Zhou Rong said in the room, but sometimes, supporting the family is more important than self-esteem.
Blinking, she continued: "I want to go back."
Zhou Rong looked at her quietly, stretched out his hand, and pulled Jiang Zhi into his arms. The smell of cigarette smoke mixed with alcohol on the black shirt instantly filled her nose. She frowned in discomfort, but the man pinched her chin. Cover your lips.
Smoke rose from the lips of the two of them, the intimacy was ambiguous.
The fingertips pressed against the man's heavy chest, and the body temperature rose under the palm, making it frighteningly hot.
Jiang Zhi's heart felt hot.
However, she hesitated, and before she could say anything, she was drowned by the rising and falling sea.
The car sped away through the night.
Parking lots, elevator rooms, doorways.
Jiang Zhi tried to resist several times, but was suppressed ruthlessly by Zhou Rong. One of her hands was tightly trapped by the man's big palm, her long neck stretched helplessly, and her lips and teeth could only make a hissing sound.
Finally, the boundless darkness of night engulfed them both.
…
When Jiang Zhi woke up the next day, his fingertips were trembling.
She subconsciously looked at the bedside. The workmanship on the bedside was neat and tidy. The remaining warmth had disappeared. It was obvious that the person had been gone for a long time.
She got up and walked to the living room. There was breakfast and a piece of paper left on the table for her.
There was a phone call written on it.
His fingertips landed on the table and touched the note.
She didn't know what Zhou Rong meant, but it shouldn't harm her.
Afterwards, Jiang Zhi had breakfast and left Zhou Rong's house. On the third day after leaving, someone called her, claiming to be Zhou Rong's assistant and informing her to go for an interview.
