"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, wearing high heels and a black and white professional skirt, with black stockings covering her straight and fair skin.
With beautiful legs, she walked elegantly to the elegant Eight Immortals table and reported in a gentle voice.
There are only two "banquet halls" on the entire 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-functional hall. It is equipped with: living room, dining room, bathroom, dressing room, etc. The space is spacious, the layout is more ingenious, and the decoration everywhere is first-class, full of elegance and luxury.
, a restrained sense of magnificence.
Jing Gao was eating in an ancient Chinese restaurant. There were four dishes on a Ming and Qing style Eight Immortals table, plus a chicken soup. He was eating slowly with a bowl of white rice when he saw his gentle and beautiful young assistant coming over.
, smiled slightly, pointed to the seat and said: "Feng Wan, come have some supper with me."
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, just some snacks 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. He recommended to Feng Wan the chicken soup in the club tonight. The soup was not greasy and had the fragrance of chopped green onion. It tasted very good.
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 to reciprocate the care she showed tonight. Dining with the boss is a sign of intimacy.
the meaning of.
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 can tell at a glance that she is a beauty. It is relatively rare for a woman like her to work. Men all have the dream of hiding their beauty in a golden house.
ah!
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 were all divorced young women, but for different reasons. She was too shy to talk about some private matters.
Jing Gao laughed. It was indeed true. Otherwise, how could he have the leisure to "pull" Feng Wan's life? He nodded slightly and said, "Yes. I came out of the Beijing Club and was fuming with Wei Minjun, but then
Everything comes down to good news. Benefits, connections, and ideas are 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 the others. She would change the subject. This actually 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, and 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 Imperial Hall.
She did not dress up very sexy, showing off her smoky beauty style, but she wore a very fresh outfit. A black sleeveless lace-style black T-shirt, paired with a white gauze skirt.
She is such a gorgeous, sexy and charming woman, she is beautiful no matter what clothes she wears, not to mention her plump and hydrated figure is first-rate, with ups and downs of curves, excellent proportions, and a slim waist.
Nine out of ten men would probably want to see the sword show with her.
The side of Jing Gao who saw the charming courtesan in his residence in the Ming and Qing Dynasties was the side of her. 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 to 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 to be angry but dared not speak. Then she lowered her head and restrained her emotions and said calmly: "Mr. Jing, Hu Jiuming had someone beat me up at my residence.
He said: Since Jing Gao said that I am not good in idioms and my character is not good, then I might as well lower my standards. 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 was still somewhat 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. She was summoned by his assistant on the phone, even when he was about to leave the capital.
I dare not not come.
Jing Gao narrowed 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, rumors had spread everywhere in the capital that Jing Gao was having an affair with her, saying that Jing Gao was already her guest. She extremely suspected that Hu Jiu Ming 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 what he said. And Hu Jiu Ming took your words and passed them to my ears intact.
.Both of these two are very interesting!”
He Qingsha understood. Fang Chen, the richest man in Jiangbei, was trying to kill someone with a borrowed knife. Hu Jiuming found someone to beat her up and used violence to solve the problem, but he still sold Fang Chen.
Jing Gao stood up, looked at He Qingsha with sharp eyes, and asked, "Yuan Han really doesn't care about you anymore?"
He Qingsha smiled sadly, and her past kindness was as thin as paper. Even with a sad and sad expression, she was still beautiful and charming, and said: "Mr. Jing, what do you think? I didn't answer my phone calls, blocked him on WeChat, and sent him a message.
I won’t reply to the text message. Otherwise, how could I agree to Hu Jiuming’s conditions and seduce you?”
Jing Gao raised his hand and looked at his watch. 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 was the last "ultimatum". If Yuan Han really ignored her, she would switch to Jing Gao's disciples.
