Shen Zhuowen bent down, his face magnified infinitely, and got closer to Jiang Zhimiao.

Eyelashes fluttering, Jiang Zhimiao did not panic. He raised his eyes and pressed the slender cigarette in his hand into his red lips.

Then, a puff of white mist floated out.

At the same time, Jiang Zhimiao coughed continuously.

She wasn't used to it and wouldn't know it.

In the mist, the woman's eyes were even redder, her charm was vague, but her tenderness was vividly displayed.

Shen Zhuo looked at her steadily and took the cigarette body from her hand with a half-smile.

Jiang Zhimiao curled up her fingertips and wanted to take it, but she could only see the man taking a deep drag on the cigarette, stretching out his long arm, pressing his palm on the back of her head, and lowering his head to kiss her.

The smoke cleverly penetrated the lips and tongue, and a choking feeling came from the mouth and nose.

Just as Jiang Zhimiao was about to cough, the man's "guidance" came.

He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned closer. His kiss was strong but gentle, occupying all her attention.

Jiang Zhimiao snuggled half of her body into his heart, feeling weak from the kiss.

The body also softened inch by inch in the resistance, like a puddle of water, melting into the man's arms.

The ambiguity that had just dissipated gradually returned.

The temperature in the room seemed to have gone up two levels, making my mouth dry.

Shen Zhuowen was very satisfied with his masterpiece. He rubbed Jiang Zhimiao's earlobe with his thick fingertips, and then outlined her ear bones upwards, tracing the shape of the entire ear.

Jiang Zhimiao looked at him.

The man seemed to notice her gaze, looked down slightly, and stretched his thumb along the end of her eyes.

"Wait for me here."

Jiang Zhimiao looked at him for a long time and nodded , " Okay."

Shen Zhuowen stood up, walked to the single sofa, and put on his clothes one by one.

He looked sideways at Jiang Zhimiao and said in a voice that was not funny , " Come here."

Jiang Zhimiao walked over, picked up the tie from the table, and put it on for him.

In front of the transparent glass window, the man lowered his head and the woman raised her head. The figure was frozen at this moment, as if there was an unusual undercurrent.

The man put his long arms around Jiang Zhimiao's shoulders. He lowered his head slightly and buried his face in her shoulders.

She looked sideways and saw the soft lines on the man's profile.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Zhuowen lazily hooked her nightgown and said in a light voice , " Suddenly I don't want to go."

Despite saying this, he straightened up the next moment and strode out.

Jiang Zhimiao watched his back disappear at the door of the room, and the smile on his lips gradually faded, returning to expressionless.

It is said that men are always drunk, and the performance will make you cry.

In her opinion, the current Shen Zhuowen is nothing more than that, just a flirting joke.

Whoever takes it seriously is a fool.

She rubbed her sore cheek muscles and walked to the big bed. Looking at the mess on the floor, she still called for night service and changed the sheets.

Afterwards, Jiang Zhimiao sat cross-legged on the sofa in the living room and turned on the TV.

The standard of the presidential suite is better than that of ordinary rooms. Viewed from a distance, it can be used as a small apartment. It has a complete refrigerator and TV, as well as small equipment.

If it was An Qiaoqiao, he would definitely want to come and take a look.

Shen Zhuowen is not here today, she should be able to ...

Jiang Zhimiao lowered his eyes, pulled out An Qiaoqiao's WeChat account, and made a video call.

Thirty seconds later, An Qiaoqiao answered.

It's just that she was standing in the dark environment, Jiang Zhimiao couldn't see her clearly at all, and the background sound should be from the club.

An Qiaoqiao smiled and said , " Where are you?"

Jiang Zhimiao , " Hotel, do you want to come over?"

As she spoke, she raised her phone and looked around the room, her eyes involuntarily falling on An Qiaoqiao.

An Qiaoqiao waved her hand and said, "No, I have to go to work today. But Zhizhi, you have made it big. You can even live in the presidential suite."

"You laughed at me." Jiang Zhimiao said , " But today was also an accident. I heard that Fu Shaoyu left Wenrou out of the car on the road, and now Shen Zhuowen is eager to pick her up."

An Qiaoqiao , " Oh no, you'll be alone in the empty room today."

Jiang Zhimiao curled his lips , " That's why I called you today—"

She wanted to say something else, but someone knocked on the door twice.

Jiang Zhimiao made a gesture to An Qiaoqiao to keep quiet, stood up carefully, and walked to the door without asking anyone.

The man outside the door was a little impatient , " Room service, please open the door."

However, the room service that Jiang Zhimiao ordered came half an hour ago, and it was a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties.

It was far from the male voice outside the door.

Jiang Zhimiao looked at An Qiaoqiao in the camera, and they looked at each other, their expressions becoming tense.

Jiang Zhimiao didn't say anything and subconsciously turned down the volume of his phone.

Silence spread, and a stalemate loomed.

Jiang Zhimiao silently mouthed something to An Qiaoqiao.

An Qiaoqiao hung up the phone and switched to the chat room.

The man became more and more impatient and kicked the door , " Jiang Zhimiao, I know you are here, don't play dead."

It’s Fu Shaoyu.

How could Fu Shaoyu come here?

She thought of the scene when she just got on the elevator. Did they already know?

Jiang Zhimiao pinched her palm with her fingertips and held her breath. She looked outside the door and was about to answer when she heard hurried footsteps. It should be the hotel manager who noticed something was wrong. After a while, the conversation between the two confirmed Jiang Zhimiao's thoughts.

The hotel manager is trying to dissuade Fu Shaoyu.

Fu Shaoyu was unyielding and insisted that the person inside open the door to take a look. He also just heard a sound from the door inside.

The manager had a hard time saying this, as the person who could book a hotel suite from them was not an ordinary person, and was also a regular customer. He couldn't afford to offend either party, so he could only be vague and delay.

But Fu Shaoyu had no intention of leaving at all, and looked at the manager coldly.

He took a step forward and knocked hard on Jiang Zhimiao's door.

The door made a thumping sound, as if it would be opened at any moment.

Jiang Zhimiao was so frightened that she took a step back. She turned her head to look behind her, but accidentally bumped into the wall.

A cry of pain.

People inside and outside the house also happened to hear the sound.

Fu Shaoyu's eyes were red with anger. He kicked the door hard. Even the manager couldn't stop him and stood by and watched in fear.

"Jiang Zhimiao, open the door!"

Fortunately, the door was sturdy and no matter how hard Fu Shaoyu kicked, he couldn't break it open.

But through the wall, she heard Fu Shaoyu's sinister voice.

"I remember your hotel has a spare room card, right? Bring it here and open the door for me."

Jiang Zhimiao's heartstrings became even more tense.

Switching to An Qiaoqiao's dialog box, she lowered her eyes, a little hesitant about whether to let An Qiaoqiao come over.

This plan was proposed by An Qiaoqiao.

An Qiaoqiao and Jiang Zhimiao have very similar body shapes, which is why she can wear An Qiaoqiao's clothes. Sometimes An Qiaoqiao will also borrow her clothes.

If Fu Shaoyu had someone squatting at the hotel entrance, he would definitely see her.

Before Jiang Zhimiao could speak, An Qiaoqiao said that she would be at the hotel soon and asked her to get ready.

Jiang Zhimiao pursed his lips.

Then, Fu Shaoyu turned on the external speaker of his cell phone and the sound echoed outside the door, and the voice inside could clearly be heard.

"Shao Yu, what's wrong with you? Someone is on the first floor, run!"

Fu Shaoyu looked coldly into the room that refused to open the door. His eyes seemed to want to kill Jiang Zhimiao who was inside. He paused and said , " I'll be down right away."

"Okay, pay attention, I'll help you follow her now."

The hurried footsteps faded away and the voices disappeared.

Jiang Zhimiao pursed his lips, staggered back to the sofa, packed up his things, and went downstairs.

Fu Shaoyu and his people are no longer here.

Jiang Zhimiao took a taxi, gave an address, and then opened An Qiaoqiao's message box.

In the dim light, her fingertips trembled a little, "Meet up at home?"