Jian Jing is a new face, but her name is familiar.
"Devil Doctor" was released, and soon it beat many local works and was on the bestseller list, which lasted for more than half a year. The guests tonight were all insiders, and no one could ignore the rising numbers, and they all remembered the name.
In order to deal with these boring social events, Jian Jing activated the charm card, intending to fish in troubled waters by relying on her looks.
The result is counterproductive.
She attracts the attention of most men.
There are many men who try to chat with me.
More.
There are really a lot more.
"Hi, it's the first time I meet you, can I know your name?" Classic pick-up line.
Jian Jing: My name was on the big screen during the award ceremony just now.
"Beautiful girl, I can't believe you are the author of The Devil Doctor. How did you come up with such a fascinating story in your cute little head?" Exaggerated and flattering type.
Jian Jing: I solved this case myself. So, you also want to be the protagonist
"Sorry, I didn't see you here, oh God, please give me a chance to make it up to you." Self-directed and self-acted type.
Jian Jing: The wine isn't yours, is this an apology? I almost ruined another skirt.
"Jane, nice to meet you. Do you mind going outside with me to get some fresh air?" He said straight to the point.
Jian Jing: I mind.
…
The above are all her inner thoughts. In fact, she responded to everyone in a friendly and polite manner.
“Jian Jing, Jian is my last name, yes, Jing means quiet, but my name is a single word, which means concise and calm. I don’t know if the translation is correct… Thank you for your compliment.”
“Thank you for liking my work. This is based on some real cases. No, I’m not afraid…”
"It's okay, my skirt isn't wet."
"I'm sorry, I feel a little cold. It's okay, I don't need your coat, I'm fine."
This is reality.
People kept talking to her, changing their glasses again and again, getting drunk. Jian Jing guessed sinisterly that maybe someone among these well-dressed men was deliberately trying to get her drunk.
dream.
She took the hangover medicine when no one was paying attention.
System produced, you can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
But others didn't seem to know. Seeing that she had drunk quite a bit, someone immediately approached her to greet her.
The man called himself Smith and was one of the largest booksellers in the United States. He was potbellied, half drunk, and had a red face, like a pink pig.
He said a lot of things, the gist of which was that he highly regarded her abilities and that if the two sides worked together, he would be able to make Jian Jing the most popular foreign writer in the United States in less than a year.
"Honey, you have the ability to make people obsessed." He approached her intimately while pouring wine, wanting to touch her shoulder.
But Jian Jing grabbed his wrist and squeezed it hard: "You are wrong, it is killing that makes people obsessed." She kept smiling, but her tone suddenly slowed down and she said coldly, "Everyone has a demon in their heart, the fear of drowning in the bathtub, the dagger in the dream, and of course..."
Her eyes fell on his wine glass. Under the light, the red wine looked like a glass of blood: "Poison in the wine."
Smith was drunk and asked confusedly: "Poison...poison?"
Jian Jing took his goblet and put it against his mouth: "The wine is good, drink more."
Smith was suddenly forced to drink a glass of wine. He was too full to drink it and choked and coughed. He was anxious and angry: "You, did you give me a drink?"
"Wine." Jian Jing picked up the wine glass, and her voice suddenly became hoarse and rough, as if possessed by a demon, "I'll toast you another glass."
Smith was stunned, and turned around to look around, only to find that there was no one around her except him.
"Demons are everywhere," she said in a strange voice. "Are you afraid?"
He stared.
Jian Jing changed back to her original voice and asked with concern, "Mr. Smith, what's wrong with you?"
Smith lowered his head and looked at the handprint on his wrist, then looked at her - he knew the strength of Asian girls, who were as weak as lambs, so how could they leave such a deep bruise
"Mr. Smith?" She was slightly tipsy, with a drunken blur in her eyes.
"Are you scared?" she said again, with a strange smile.
Smith understood. Damn it, this girl is possessed by a demon! !
Without saying a word, he turned around and left.
Jian Jing: "Tsk."
Are foreigners really superstitious? Do they believe this
"Hello." A bystander came over to say hello. It was a woman in her forties with dark skin. "Did you say anything to him? How could you let a pig go away like that?"
Jian Jing turned around, with a wry smile on her face, but her guard was still high: "Who are you?"
"Doreen Oliver, just call me Doreen." The elder sister introduced herself.
Jian Jing remembered that her novel had won this year's science fiction award: "Jian Jing."
"I'll call you Jane now." Doreen waved her hand. "Come sit here with me, dear. You can't be alone again. In the eyes of some men, you are like a lost lamb. Anyone can catch you."
Jian Jing: “…” The charm card has been overused.
She followed Doreen to a corner where a few men and women, all writers but no publishers, were sitting, getting to know each other and becoming familiar faces.
And through them, she also verified her own conjecture.
Smith is not a good person. It is common for him to abuse his power to harass women. For the sake of their jobs and the young author's future, most of them endured this loss.
Doreen said: "I threw the wine on his face and called him 'get out of here, you dead pig'. If you dare to stop me, I will sue you for racial discrimination."
Jian Jing: “…” Real local characteristics.
"How did you scare him away?" Doreen asked curiously.
"He said I was a 'devil'." Jian Jing pretended to be not very good at English and said in confusion, "I said it was my work, and he opened his mouth with disgust..."
Others: “You are a lucky girl.”
The next few days were spent gossiping.
Most of the authors who won the AT Book Award were not real writers in the literary field. Some were housewives, and some wrote erotic novels part-time. Science fiction writers like Doreen were already very much "writers", so they were not arrogant or xenophobic, and the chat was quite pleasant.
At around twelve o'clock, the dinner came to an end.
A writer in the novel suggested that we go to his house to continue having fun.
Some nodded, some shook their heads.
Of course Jian Jing refused. This high is not that high, so it is better not to try these customs and characteristics.
Doreen didn't go, so she asked her, "Do you want me to take you back?"
"No, I saw my companion."
Doreen didn't force it and handed her a business card: "Contact me when you have time."
Jian Jing accepted it.
On the other side, Kang Mucheng was shaking hands with someone and saying goodbye. It seemed that the conversation went well, and both sides said goodbye reluctantly.
But Jian Jing noticed something was wrong and quickly ran over to support him: "Are you okay?"
Kang Mucheng calmed down and looked her up and down. Seeing that she was normal and didn't even look drunk, he felt relieved: "No, I'm just drunk... Call Diane and ask her to pick us up. I'm going to the bathroom."
It sounded like he was still rational, so Jian Jing felt relieved and called for help as he asked.
Diane had been on standby at the hotel. Upon hearing this, she immediately said, "I'll be there in ten minutes."
However, Kang Mucheng didn't come out of the bathroom until she left.
Jian Jing couldn't sit still any longer, so she knocked tentatively: "Boss Kang?"
There was no sound inside.
"I'm screwed." She pushed forward.
There was no one at the urinal, and no one at the sink, no doubt in the cubicle.
Jian Jing pushed open the doors one by one. This room was basically empty, and there was no emergency. She pushed all the way to the first room and locked it.
"Teacher Jian, where is Mr. Kang?" Diane poked her head out.
"Boss Kang?" Jian Jing clapped her hands. "Can you hear me? Open up. Kang Mucheng?"
No response.
Jian Jing winked at Diane: "Guard against the enemy, don't let anyone get in your way."
"Oh, damn." After the plane incident, Diane developed an inexplicable trust and obedience towards her, and immediately blocked her way and guarded her.
Jian Jing jumped up, grabbed the board, and peered inside.
Kang Mucheng sat on the ground, completely unconscious and drunk.
She climbed down carefully, taking care not to step on him, opened the door, helped the man up, and informed Diane: "He's drunk."
Diane hurried to help hold it up.
Thief heavy.
Jian Jing couldn't help but ask: "Does he usually drink like this?"
"There aren't many in China. We all know each other well." Diane whispered. "There have been a few times when we were discussing business outside and were unfamiliar with the place."
Jian Jing sighed, money is hard to earn.
She and Diane worked together to send Kang Mucheng back to his hotel room.
He didn't wake up at all, and fortunately he didn't vomit.
Jian Jing thought about it and felt that it was not interesting to exploit Diane. Secretaries and assistants have a lot of work to do and their own private lives. It is not realistic to take care of people at night. She simply said, "You go back. I'll take care of him."
Diane had no doubts: "Dear Teacher Jian, I'm in the next room. If you need me, please come to me."
"It should be fine. You should go to bed early." Jian Jing felt sorry for her. "You have dark circles under your eyes. Do you want an eye mask? Go to the makeup box in my room and get it."
Diane was touched: "I brought it, thank you."
Jane quietly and gently drove away the former Watson.
She and Kang Mucheng were the only ones left in the room.
Jian Jing covered him with a quilt to prevent hypothermia, then propped up his head with a pillow and let him lie on his side. She also did not forget to wet a towel and put it on his forehead.
After a while, he felt that he was having difficulty breathing, and then he remembered that he had not taken off his bow tie, so he quickly unbuttoned it. Then he saw that his shirt was buttoned to the top, and he almost couldn't breathe.
"If you sleep like this till tomorrow, you'll be exhausted."
Jian Jing muttered to herself, unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, unbuttoned his cuffs, and finally loosened the adjustment loops of his trousers.
He visibly relaxed and fell into a deep drunken dream.
She couldn't help herself and poked him.
Of course Kang Mucheng didn't react.
She was happy and curled up on the sofa playing with her cell phone.
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Kang Mucheng woke up because of thirst.
Headache, nausea, dryness, vomiting... the side effects of dim sum drunkenness.
He tried to pry open his eyelids and get up to find some water, but the bedside lamp suddenly turned on, and the not-so-bright light hurt his eyes, and it took him a while to see clearly.
"Jingjing?" He asked, his voice hoarse.
"Water?" Jian Jing handed over an opened bottle of mineral water.
Kang Mucheng took it and drank it, only then did he feel his throat felt better.
"Are you sober?" she asked.
He said, "Headache, what time is it?"
"It's half past eight, you can still sleep a little longer." Jian Jing yawned, "But I suggest you change your clothes first. Aren't you tired from sleeping like this?"
Of course I'm tired.
Just like a corpse wrapped in plastic film... Stop. Kang Mucheng rubbed his forehead. After staying with her for a long time, he always had some inexplicable thoughts.
"Clothes." Jian Jing helped him take out his pajamas from the closet and threw them on the bed. She then grabbed his arm, pulled him up and put a cold towel on him. "Change before you go to sleep. I'm going back."
Kang Mucheng's brain was dizzy. He barely figured out what was going on and nodded.
Only then did she leave.
The brain didn't work, but the muscles had memories. Kang Mucheng unbuttoned his clothes unconsciously. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find the button. When he looked down, he found that most of it was already unbuttoned.
Going further down, the adjustment tab is also pulled to the loosest position.
He held his head and tried to be quiet.