Standing two steps away, Jiang Che was slightly surprised by this sudden move.
Cen Sen's temperament has been quiet since he was a child, and he is a little bit lofty that doesn't quite match his peers. He never bothers to argue and fight with unnecessary people.
If he really offends him, he will also use a more direct way to choke the opponent's pain points, and fight back precisely without bloodshed.
The last time I saw him make a move... Jiang Che thought about it carefully, and was even more surprised, because this was the first time he saw Cen Sen make a move.
The heavy metal music in the pub is still deafening and dynamic, and the colorful lights are still dimly changing. In the dark night, there are strange and strange interlacing, and the desire is hidden in it.
The air near the deck is filled with the smell of nicotine and alcohol, but it is also difficult to hide the faint smell of blood.
Cen Sen grabbed the man by the collar and lifted him from the seat, then pinched his neck. His fingers were cold, and veins were faintly visible on the back of his hands.
The man's forehead was still bleeding out, flowing from between his brows and eyes, and his lips, which were rapidly discolored due to lack of oxygen and fear, were even paler against the viscous blood.
Cen Sen didn't intend to let go, his eyes were as cold as ice, low and without warmth, and the blood on his face seemed to be nothing in front of his eyes.
The few girls who were talking about Ji Mingshu with the man just now were so frightened that their hands and feet went limp, and after screaming, they frantically asked for help.
But soon, Cen Sen's personal bodyguards rushed in. They were wearing black suits, with a strong figure, and their expressions were exactly the same as their boss's indifference.
They stood outside the deck and escorted Cen Sen, as if it didn't matter if someone died inside, but they made it clear: no one was allowed to rescue him.
In fact, Cen Sen rarely showed his face in front of people in the past two years, and most of the dandies who hang out in the night market would find it difficult to match him with Prince Junyi, but with Jiang Che present today, fools can also detect his identity .
Originally, some people wanted to meddle in other people's affairs, but now they all stopped thinking about it and retreated. After all, no one wants to offend the future head of the Cen family for the sake of an insignificant passer-by.
Others can ignore it, but Zhang Er, the nightclub owner, can't.
I heard that the Cen family and the Jiang family came here and beat people to death as soon as they came, Zhang Er's scalp was numb and he was complaining incessantly.
These are some terrible things.
On the opening day of the birthday party, his wife came over for a meal! He only dared to keep a smile on his face.
Today, the rightful owner who hasn't been seen for thousands of years also came to this small temple, and he didn't look back all the way in the direction of killing people. How can he be so unlucky for someone in the capital who is not seeking to make progress and is opening nightclubs? !
"Brother Senge!" Seeing that buddy was pinched to the point of dying, Zhang Er called Cen Sen so loudly that his heart almost stopped and died with that buddy, "Why are you here? Ouch, I just heard about it, blame me blame me!"
Jiang Che slightly raised his hand to stop him, and his voice was also lazy, "Don't worry, he has his own measure."
How could there be no hurry? !
If he gets killed this time, the old man in the family can't chop his hands and feet and put him in confinement? !
Zhang Er couldn't get in outside, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys seemed to be fried on an iron plate, and the fire was burning, so he could only light a cigarette for Jiang Che tremblingly, hoping to inquire about the specific situation from the prince.
But Jiang Che didn't like to deal with people like them, so he just glanced at him idly, and said mockingly, "You dare not open a nightclub."
Zhang Er wanted to say something, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Cen Sen letting go and throwing him on the ground. He was suddenly relieved, and the back of his T-shirt was soaked in cold sweat.
Cen Sen stood there without moving, no one knew, but for a moment, he really didn't take into account Jiang Che's "property".
Shu Yang heard the movement, came out of the private room, put his hands on the railing and looked down.
It just so happened that the light ball rotated, and the light shone on Cen Sen's sharp and sharp side face, and the blood stains on the white collar was a bit shocking.
"Damn it, brother Sen, what's going on?" He was dumbfounded.
Li Wenyin also walked forward slowly, gently put on the railing, and stared at the man downstairs who was slowly wiping his hands.
Shu Yang thought of something and was about to warn Li Wenyin, but Li Wenyin stared at it for a while, then turned away without saying a word, he chased after him and shouted twice, and he stepped into the elevator first.
When something happened downstairs, Zhang Er was dispatching someone to clear the scene, and by the way, asked someone to drag the half-dead brother aside to wait for the ambulance.
The music stopped, but the lights continued to blur the night scene.
Li Wenyin went downstairs, standing outside the bodyguards, suddenly shouted, "Cen Sen!"
Cen Sen didn't answer, nor did he look back.
She continued, "Can I talk to you alone?"
Jiang Che didn't like to meddle, and was about to withdraw, but Cen Sen gave him a look to signal to stay, and then sat directly next to the pool of blood that hadn't been cleaned up, and said coldly: "Whatever you want to talk about, talk here."
The bodyguard turned slightly and let Li Wenyin walk into the booth.
Li Wenyin didn't sit down, but stood in front of Cen Sen, with a gentle voice, "I heard that Ming Shu is divorcing you because of the movie? You called me that night. I didn't think that the matter had reached such a serious point. Feel sorry."
She lowered her eyes slightly.
Cen Sen didn't speak, nor did he look at her.
Jiang Che was sending messages to his girlfriend, and he didn't want to hear about these women's tricks at all.
Li Wenyin kept his eyes down, and continued: "At the beginning, I thought I could promote the virtuous and avoid the old people, but I didn't expect that I would still hurt you. It is right for Junyi to withdraw the capital. I am really sorry."
"But movies, I think I have the qualifications to continue filming." She suddenly raised her head again, looked straight at Cen Sen, her gaze was open and clear, "This has nothing to do with you, in essence, it doesn't matter whether you film or not It's all my own business, I hope we can't be a couple, we can't be friends, at least we won't be enemies."
"I know that according to your personality, there is no idea that I cannot guarantee the smooth release of my movie. I have conflicts with Mingshu, but this is between me and her, and we will resolve it ourselves. Asen, you You shouldn't have meddled between us..."
"Ji Mingshu is my wife."
Before Li Wenyin finished speaking, Cen Sen interrupted bluntly.
He unbuttoned the blood-stained shirt at the collar to breathe, raised his eyes without emotion, and looked at Li Wenyin.
"Miss Li, I thought I made it very clear in the last phone call. No one is stopping you from making movies and doing your own business. But what I want to do is also my own business."
"Also, me and you are me and you. Me and Ji Mingshu, it's us, do you understand?"
When Jiang Che heard this sentence, he didn't raise his eyes, and sent a sentence to his girlfriend Zhou You, who pretended to be inadvertent but actually tried out a certain scandal in the company, "She and I are me and her, and you and me are us, do you understand?"
The other side was silent for a moment, and then sent back an emoticon pack of a little girl nodding.
Jiang Che breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this meant satisfaction.
But Li Wenyin couldn't relax anymore.
There was even a rumbling in her mind. All of this before, including Ji Mingshu's impatience and divorce, were all in her expectation. How could it be...
She didn't understand which link went wrong, and she didn't want to think in the direction that Cen Sen liked Ji Mingshu...
But before she could organize her thoughts, Cen Sen had already got up and walked out, unwilling to talk nonsense with her.
Shu Yang just rushed down from upstairs and saw Cen Sen walking out of the booth, and was about to talk to him.
Cen Sen suddenly looked at him and said coldly, "This is the last time."
Shu Yang had a black question mark on his face, what's wrong? He caught Jiang Che who came out and asked, "What did he say, what was the last time, what do you mean?"
Jiang Che: "It's just that there will be a next time. This friend has nothing to do."
Shu Yang was a little startled, and suddenly realized, "No, he didn't think that Li Wenyin was called by me, did he? Damn, I've been wronged!"
He looked confused, "Didn't I ask you two to come here to make amends last time when I made a big mouth out? I was just singing with my little sister in the box. The sisters themselves and the frail and sickly member of the Yuan family If you suddenly come to say hello, I won’t be able to drive you away.”
"I'm stunned! And before I had time to say anything, something happened to you, and then she ran down in a hurry... What the hell did she do? Fuck, I'm really fucked by these girls It's been miserable!"
Jiang Che didn't even lift his eyelids, "What's the use of telling me."
Naturally, it would be useful to explain this to Cen Sen, but Cen Sen obviously didn't have time to talk to Shu Yang at this meeting.
He left the pub without changing his blood-stained shirt. He sat in the back seat of the car and directly ordered the destination, "Xinggang International."
He leaned on the back seat and rested his forehead with his hands. He didn't know whether it was the effect of alcohol or the stimulation of blood.
The black car drove all the way to Xinggang International in the sparse night wind.
Parked on the opposite side of the road, Cen Sen got out of the car, asked the driver for a cigarette, leaned against the car door with one hand in his pocket, and kept looking at a certain dark window, his depression seemed to be slowly being blown by the cold autumn night wind. Blow calmly.
A night without dreams.
Early the next morning, Ji Mingshu and Gu Kaiyang got up together.
I don't know if Ji Mingshu has really made up his mind or if he's not over-heated. In the early morning, while drinking porridge, he discusses with Gu Kaiyang: what exactly does she do to support herself.
Gu Kaiyang turned on the tablet, looked at the latest fashion information, and said casually: "It's not easy, the key is that you have to spend less, I'm not the one who tells you how to do it, except for Ji's family and Cen Sen who can make it for you. Very few people can afford it.”
"I can't control that, can't I?" Ji Mingshu drank half a bowl of porridge, wiped his lips gracefully, clasped his hands upright, and said, "Speaking seriously, you think it's better for me to do something. The money is going to run out soon."
Gu Kaiyang thought for a while, "A purchasing agent? Isn't it easy for Miss Ji to go to the major luxury stores to help people buy bags and buy limited editions? You can earn a fortune by changing hands, it's very easy."
"No, do you have any brains? Most of the people who can consume these things are people in my circle. Do you want me to be ridiculed to death? Gu Kaiyang, you are too vicious!"
Gu Kaiyang raised his hand to signal to stop, "Then what do you think can be done without contact with your original circle? Become an Internet celebrity? Debut as a star???"
Ji Mingshu's head shook like a rattle.
She is just a glass heart, and she can't bear the negative comments from netizens.
Moreover, although the circle is not as repulsive to celebrities and Internet celebrities as in the early days, Miss Ji herself is in the trap of being a celebrity and can't get out, so she doesn't want to show her face and rely on her face to eat.
Gu Kaiyang added: "Then you want to do the interior design you like, and it is impossible not to have no contact with the original circle. You originally only did creative space design, so where is the customer demand for these things? You have left your Where can the original circle find high-end customers?"
"Think about it, would a big villa with no relationship with you be handed over to you with no work to design? So no matter what you do, you must first cross the hurdle in your heart that cannot be in contact with the original circle. you know?"
Ji Mingshu propped his chin, and before he could figure it out, the phone suddenly made a "ding dong".
Early in the morning, the Little Goose intelligence agent informed her of the latest major events in the circle.
Jiang Chun: [omg! Your husband beat someone at Zhang Er's place last night! ! !]
Jiang Chun: [A lot of people are here, Jiang Che, Shuyang, Zhang Er and the others, as well as your little love rival Bailian!]
Ji Mingshu was taken aback.
Cen Sen hit someone
Is Li Wenyin still there
Then he is for Li Wenyin...
Before she could continue to think about it, first-hand information continued to come in.
Jiang Chun: [The one who was beaten was Mo Zhengwei, the little fat man. I guess you don’t know him very well. I heard that it was because he said bad things about you and your husband listened to him, and then your husband smashed down a wine bottle. up! Almost killed someone! This matter has exploded now, I heard that the little fat man is still lying in the third courtyard for examination!]
The author has something to say: I hope that today's Cen Shi Sensen can survive.
President Jiang: No, I am today's mvp.