"Shangguan Jin, are you doing something small without me?" Xueyu frowned. She knew Shangguan Jin so well. If there was no stranger, he would never interfere in these trivial matters.
"Of course not." Shangguan Jin denied without changing his face.
"Really not?" Xue Yu didn't believe it and looked at the expression on his face carefully.
"What can I hide from you?" Shangguan Jin asked back.
Xue Yu thought about it, so, recently, Shangguan Jin has been sticking to himself for almost 24 hours a day, and has no time to do small moves, so he has not asked again.
"Let's go downstairs to have a meal first."
"Okay." Shangguan Jin nodded, sorted it out briefly, picked up the box on the table without leaving any trace, threw it into the trash can, and then hugged Xueyu and left.
All the lights were turned on and the room was bright.
The orange light poured from top to bottom, illuminating the whole room with a glorious golden wall.
The floor is completely different from the neat floor, and it is a mess.
Broken wine bottles were everywhere, looking shocking.
The strong smell of wine filled the entire room and made people frown.
Big □□, the quilt is twisted in a mess, you are like pickles.
Between the pillows and quilts, there was a wedding invitation that was marked with sharp tools...
Between a pile of broken glass, Long Zeyu was lying in a large shape, and he was drunk.
His face was flushed, his white nightgown was open, revealing his strong chest, and his arms were cut by glass residue, and some were still oozing blood into me.
Long Zeyu ignored it at all and kept pouring wine, one bottle after another.
After drinking it, the wine bottle was thrown away and it shattered on the ground...
As soon as Long Zeyu's bodyguard opened the door, he immediately rushed towards him with a drunken aura.
The guard quickly covered his mouth and nose. Although the air that was not circulating in the room made him sick and he didn't even dare to breathe, he quickly closed the door in order not to attract the attention of others.
The guard walked over carefully, quickly cleaned up the bed, and then helped Long Zeyu, who was lying in the middle of a pile of glass scraps, and moved him to the bed.
Long Zeyu had already drunk completely and collapsed into mud. He let the guard drag himself to the bathroom to clean it, and then threw it on the bed.
The guard opened the doors and windows to let fresh air in, and quickly cleaned up the room. All the glass slags and wine bottles were packed in large black garbage bags, tied the knots and asked to throw them away.
Then, Long Zeyu scraped the wedding invitations one by one with a blade, picked them up, glued them, and put them on the head of the bed.
After all this, the guards came to Long Zeyu's bed to report their work results.
"Young Master, my subordinates have contacted the TV station."
The person on the bed was breathing heavily, and he exhaled all the alcohol, and he didn't move. I don't know if he was asleep or if he heard the guards.
The guard knew that Long Zeyu was not awake at all. He looked drunk, but he was actually awake, otherwise he would not have cooperated to take a shower just now.
So, the guard continued to report expressionlessly, "At 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, the press conference will appear in the hotel lobby on time. The subordinates have taken care of it. They have not received invitations. People without identity will definitely not be allowed to enter.
Come on. The TV station has also been connected. No media is recording and broadcasting the entire process. The young master can announce this with confidence."