Because of Chrissy's drunkenness, the reception banquet, which lasted just over half an hour, had to be ended.
The little model, who had hinted to Chu Heng several times, saw this and made a last-ditch effort unwillingly: "Chu, Chrissy also prepared a gift for you. Do you want to go upstairs with me and bring the things?"
go back?"
Looking at the little model who was blinking at him crazily, Chu Heng, who had no interest in her at all, felt disgusted in his heart, so he continued to pretend to be stupid: "Forget it, it's too late today, we'll talk about it another day, let's go first,
I wish you a sweet dream!"
After he stepped forward and shook hands with the editors and lawyers, he left with Jiang Fanghao and others.
The little model standing behind and looking at him jumped up and down angrily.
At this point, no matter how slow she was, she still realized that the other party was not interested in her at all.
"Shit! You're not interested in me..." the little model cursed angrily, but she suddenly froze mid-sentence. Then she carefully recalled what happened at the dinner table, and suddenly realized that it seemed that Chu Heng didn't know what happened at the dinner table.
He didn't give her any hints, make any extraordinary moves, or express anything. Everything was taken for granted.
So, am I overthinking?
Did he have no intention of picking up on me at all?
The little model thought so.
The entrance of the hotel.
Che Xiaobao came up to Chu Heng in a cowardly manner, winked and whispered: "Uncle, you said that foreign woman kept asking you to come up, does she want to do something with you?"
"I think that's what it means." Qian Jiefang, a sultry thing, also came over and said with a grin: "I heard about it when I was in Hong Kong Island. These foreign women are very open-minded, and they can do whatever they like.
Sleep, but if the team leader really goes up, how can they sleep? In front of Chrissy?"
"hiss!"
A series of breathing sounds immediately came from all around.
Jiang Fanghao, the driver, and the accompanying personnel from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs looked at each other with lewd smiles.
Although this is immoral.
But...it sounds so exciting!
"Go away, you bitch. I can see that your grandson with thick eyebrows and big eyes is the most arrogant among these people. Go, go, damn, go back to sleep and recuperate, we will still be negotiating tomorrow!" Chu Heng
Laughing and cursing, he kicked Qian Jiefang, waved his hand to drive the people away, turned around, got into his Volga, and drove away.
More than twenty minutes later, he returned to the Chu family's house in Banchang Hutong.
At this time, Ni Yinghong was still awake and was leaning on the bedside, wiping her tears while flipping through a book of manuscripts.
"Why are you crying again?"
When Chu Heng came in and saw his wife's beautiful appearance, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Oh, you don't need to worry about me. I just saw that the protagonist's life was so miserable and I couldn't bear it." Xiao Ni wiped away her tears and pointed at the washbasin stand without raising her head: "Hurry up.
Wash it off, you smell of alcohol all over your body, I can smell it even from this far away."
"Then don't cry, your eyes will swell like peaches if you cry again." Chu Heng shook his head and carried the basin out of the bedroom, went to the bathroom to wash his face, brush his teeth, and took a shower.
When he came back, Ni Yinghong had already put away the manuscript and was lying on the bed in a daze, unconsciously holding the Kui dragon pattern jade pendant in her hand.
"I said."
Chu Heng put down his things and walked forward, looking at the jade pendant he had not played with enough: "When can you give me this jade pendant?"
Ni Yinghong came back to her senses and turned to look at him, with a playful smile on her fair and pretty face: "I'll have enough fun with you!"
"I think you have had enough fun in your life." Chu Heng tugged at the corner of his mouth, quickly took off his shoes and got on the bed, then quickly took off his clothes and lay down, then pulled a corner of the quilt to cover his stomach, and then
Close your eyes and prepare to rest.
This is his habit. No matter how hot it is, his belly must be covered. Even if there is no quilt, he can just use a mask to cover his belly button. He doesn't know when this habit started.
…
The next day.
It was only around seven o'clock in the morning. Chu Heng arrived at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, met with Li Jiangqi, Jiang Fanghao and other people who were going to participate in the negotiations, and then went to the conference room for a short meeting. At almost eight o'clock, they
Departing from the ministry in a grand manner.
Half past eight.
A group of them arrived at Sijiucheng Hotel.
The hotel, which had received the notice long ago, arranged for a deputy manager to cooperate with them at the door. She was a middle-aged woman in her forties, named Hu Deping. She was not tall, with the popular short hair at the ears, and a pair of sharp eyes.
, thin lips, giving people a very shrewd look.
"Hello, I am Hu Deping, the deputy manager of the hotel. I am responsible for cooperating with your negotiations this time. If you need any help, please let me know."
"Hello, Comrade Deping, I am Chu Heng, the head of the negotiation team. I will trouble you next."
After the two parties met, Chu Heng chatted with her for a few words and asked her about Chrissy's situation. After learning that the grandson probably hadn't gotten up yet, he asked her to take Li Jiangqi and others to the third floor.
A conference room had been prepared, and he went to the fifth floor, the room where Chrissy and the others lived.
"Fifty-eight..."
Chu Heng stood outside a door. After confirming the room number, he raised his hand and slammed the door violently.
"Bah bang bang!"
The knocking on the door was deafening, as if someone had come to catch an adulterer.
In the room, the little model, who was sleeping soundly with Chrissy in her arms, suddenly woke up. She was so sleepy that she thought her husband had come to catch him again, so she hurriedly got off the bed and leaned towards the window.
When she opened the curtains and saw the dusty low-rise buildings outside, she realized that she was now in poor and backward China.
"It's so noisy!"
Chrissy also woke up at this time. He looked very bad after drinking a lot yesterday. His face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body felt light.
"Show me which bastard it is!"
The little model closed the curtains angrily, casually took a nightgown and put it on her body, then walked to the door with a sullen face, wanting to teach the rude guy outside the door who was still banging on the door a lesson.
"Squeak!"
After unlocking the door and opening the door, when she saw Chu Heng standing outside the door, the anger in the little model's heart disappeared instantly, and a bright smile appeared on her face. She raised her hand and said in a low voice:
"Good morning, Chu!"
"Good morning!"
Chu Heng gave her a charming smile and looked at Chrissy who was still lying on the bed in the room: "My friend, I think I need to remind you that there are still ten minutes left before the negotiation. I advise you to hurry up.
One thing, my time is precious, if you are late, you will pay me a thousand dollars in compensation for one minute."
After saying that, he smiled at the little model again and left.
"This bastard!"
On the bed, Chrissy, who felt like his life was about to die, sat up suddenly and hurriedly ran to the bathroom to wash up.
