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 were going to the toilet, and 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, "What are you saying? It's been eight years since I graduated from college. Come on, please stay with me." There was a hint of pleading in her tone.
Jing Gao followed Ren Jiahui into the dance floor. A group of men and women were dancing inside. It was like a group of demons dancing wildly. The men and women who were familiar with each other moved very intimately. The men and women who were not familiar with each other showed themselves individually.
We all 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. This is a society ruled by law. If you dare to use your hands on a woman you don't know, the response may be a slap in the face.
Of course, we don’t know how many men will make mistakes under the stimulation of alcohol and hormones. Therefore, fighting in bars is normal.
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 is quite good. She doesn't pay attention to the teasing of the men around her, and only shines her charm towards Jing Gao. Her beautiful eyes never leave Jing Gao's face. After dancing for a while, she sees that Jing Gao is
I really don’t know how to dance, so I couldn’t help but laugh, hugged Jing Gao, stood on tiptoe and said in his ear: “Do you want me to teach you?”
Damn you! As soon as the men around them saw the posture of this couple, they immediately knew that they were fooling around. It was 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
Said: "Teach it like this? Jiahui, it's almost done. Don't play with fire!"
Ren Jiahui raised her head stubbornly: "I'm going to Jing Gao, why should he spend time outside and have a love child, 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 was 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 evil for small things!
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. She was actually angry. Jing Gao agreed to her, but she was a little shy and uneasy. This was actually her first time outing.
Jing Gao, who was carrying a mobile phone, told Fu Ye to go up to the booth and get his wallet, and left the mix bar with Ren Jiahui. He took a car directly to the China World Trade Center Phase 3. The Worker's Stadium is very close to the China World 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 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... going to happen?
The relationship between Ren Jiahui and her husband had broken down a long time ago, and her husband settled and worked in Shenzhen. This would not be a problem. But the key is the second brother Ren! The second brother Ren will never allow her sister to do such a thing.
And the unlucky one in the end must be Jing Gao. 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 did Brother Jing mean? Taking Sister Jiahui to check out a room? Yes, Sister Jiahui was prettier than her, but she came first! Brother Jing didn’t even consider her
Take it to heart. It’s ridiculous that she still...
Zhu Yu said: "Let's withdraw too." She can't drink anymore. If she drinks anymore, Xi Siyan will get drunk. It's hard for these men to take care of her.
The group of people paid the bill and walked out of the mix bar. They were in different moods. Overall, they were a bit depressed. They were not as happy as when they first came to the bar and negotiated a good deal.
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After Ren He had dinner, he took Rhubarb 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 after taking a 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 sleep 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 advised: "One slap won't make a difference. Jiahui should get divorced if she wants to. Don't keep holding her back."
Ren He exclaimed: "Where did I stop her? She and Wei Liqun are in a free relationship. This is her own choice. See how she dislikes Wei Liqun now? Wei Liqun called me that day.
…, Alas, I won’t say any more.”
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 first met up with their friends: Xi Siyan, Zhu Yu, Cheng Yanxi, An Yi, and Ling Chuqing. Then they drank and ate supper in the lounge on the 79th floor of the China World Trade Center Phase 3. They waited until Jinggao. Then went to 74
The presidential suite on the first floor.”
"Ling Chuqing left when they came out. Ms. Ren and her party went to the Mix Bar in Workers' Stadium for a drink. There was a little conflict with Huang Bai in the middle, and she was pressured by Jing. Ms. Ren was on the phone with Mr. Wei outside 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 area. Luxury cars gathered together, and some homeless individuals gathered in the street outside. Song Fa, who was waiting not far away, quickly stepped forward and bowed his head.
Shenghui reported: "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, so she followed Jing Gao and took the special elevator for the presidential suite to the 74th floor. Her high-heeled sandals stepped on the carpet, and she felt her legs were a little floating.
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 realized 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 eagerness to make a move when he brought the beauty back to the hotel late at night, but instead looked a bit cold and helpless, Ren Jiahui suddenly felt guilty in her heart. She actually took advantage of Jing Gao's concern for her,
pity.
When she was young, the most common and only effective way to resist her second brother's "net" and authority was to hurt herself. Her second brother would give in every time. The same thing happened at this time. Jing Gao originally wanted to go back to accompany his girlfriend.
But he was forced by her to bring her to the hotel. The reason was that Jing Gao didn't want to see her mess around and get hurt.
"Sigh... I'll make it up to him later."
Ren Jiahui walked into the bathroom and looked at the beauty in a white short skirt in the sink mirror. She pursed her lips and opened the zipper sideways. Although she was over thirty years old, she was still beautiful. She had to have a good face.
She has a good figure and dewy skin.
Half an hour later, when Ren Jiahui, who was in a complicated mood, finished taking a shower and walked out in pajamas, the suite was empty. Where was 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. Instead, she felt more of a sense of relief that her bad deeds had been stopped. She also felt gratitude, appreciation, dissatisfaction, and a sense of loss towards Jing Gao.
"Asshole, you are worse than a beast!" Ren Jiahui cursed softly, with a smile on her lips.
