Ji Mingshu's embarrassment caused by this look at each other is no less than that of Cen Sen's broken bathtub a few hours ago.
Cen Sen seemed to want to go with her, and suddenly asked: "Look at what I am doing, a fairy under the skirts of people."
When he said the nine words "a fairy who makes people bow down", his tone was very flat, but there was a short pause between words, a bit like memorizing ancient Chinese in high school, but his jerky retelling itself had A vague sense of humiliation.
Ji Mingshu's reaction was a little slow, and he didn't think of how to answer the words for a while.
Cen Sen didn't know where Xianxin came from, and said, "Is the name correct? Maybe you prefer fairies who turn all living beings upside down?"
Ji Mingshu: "..."
She was just too kind to imagine that a cold-talking, mean-spirited beast like Cen Sen would be depressed for a moment because of the complicated family relationship.
She sat up straight and said expressionlessly, "If you can talk, talk more."
Cen Sen didn't do what she wanted, turned his gaze back indifferently, and told the driver to go back to Mingshui Mansion without saying a word.
The Mingshui mansion is divided into the Huanshui villa area and the lake center villa area. The thirteenth building where Cen Sen and Ji Mingshu live is exactly the lake center villa. There is a specially built wide bridge leading to the private parking lot, and there is a sentry beside the bridge. The sentry box is guarded 24 hours a day, with excellent security and privacy.
As soon as the car stopped, Ji Mingshu opened the door and got out of the car first, and then walked away without looking back.
Her back is graceful and graceful, and she is very aura. The invisible man Zhou Jiaheng silently commented on one word in his heart: Sa.
When Ji Mingshu returned home, he quickly walked up to the second floor, locked the bedroom door, and wondered if Cen Sen would say something soft when he knocked on the door later.
But after she finished removing her makeup, there was no movement downstairs.
When she walked to the balcony, she happened to see Cen Sen's car slowly driving out of the lake villa, followed by a low-key Passat.
Cen Sen's personal bodyguard drove the Passat.
His bodyguards have always been on three shifts 24 hours a day.
In other words, he left
After realizing it later, Ji Mingshu immediately called and asked, "Where are you going?"
Cen Sen's voice was clear and light, "I still have a game, you rest first, don't wait for me."
"...? Who's waiting for you?"
For a moment, Ji Mingshu thought he had misheard, did this dog man still expect her to be a pure looking husband? How could he dare to think so much
She put down the phone mercilessly.
But after putting it down, she began to regret it again, why did she hang up so quickly, he wouldn't mistake her for a guilty conscience, right
The more Ji Mingshu thought about it, the more ridiculous and irritating he felt, "Smelly shameless, not very good-looking, but it's pretty beautiful when you think about it!"
She put down her phone and went back to the bathroom to put on a mask.
Sticking to each other, she suddenly paused: No, he doesn't seem to fall into the category of "not very good-looking".
First of all, he really does not belong to this category, and secondly, if he must be included in this category, wouldn't it be an insult to her own aesthetics
Thinking about it this way made me even angrier.
On the other hand, after sending Miss Ji back to Mingshui Mansion, Cen Sen ordered the driver to drive to Heyonghui.
Heyong Club is a private club, located in the former consulate site on Ruiying Road. Compared with other high-end clubs, it is special in that it does not open membership applications, and only actively offers olive branches to some celebrities in Beijing and Shanghai.
Cen Sen had a bureau here at night, and made an appointment to discuss the development of supporting hotels in the western suburbs scenic spot.
It was just when the Chinese lanterns first came on, and the entire Emperor City was lit up in the dark night. Looking at Chang'an in the distance, thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind, this city always seems to have some lively and lonely beauty.
Cen Sen didn't look out. After returning to China, he had been socializing for many days, and even a hard-working person would feel tired. He folded his hands low in front of his body, leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest.
Maybe it's because the brain is always running at high speed, and it's difficult to relax for a while now. Many pictures skipped uncontrollably in his mind:
For a while, the little cousin panicked and said sorry, looking at the ribs in the bowl, at a loss, panicked and immature;
For a while, the old lady Cen smiled at Ji Mingshu, but when she turned to look at him, she subconsciously became a little more polite and alienated;
And when little girl Cen Yingshuang mentioned Cen Yang, the pavilion was filled with silence.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered the scene when he walked from Star City to Imperial Capital when he was young, and walked into Nanqiao Alley for the first time.
The same is true, many people, very quiet.
Some things have been so long that they seem to have happened in the last century, and everyone tacitly keeps silent, not because it has passed, but because it will never pass.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhou Jiaheng saw in the rearview mirror that Cen Sen was frowning slightly, resting unsteadily, so he made his own initiative and played a soft and soothing tune.
The traffic lights outside the window changed from red to green, and the dim yellow street lights slanted on the half-opened car windows, like nostalgic halos, jumping dimly.
Cen Sen felt a little drowsy after a long absence.
But for some reason, the image of Ji Mingshu singing in the bathtub suddenly popped up in his mind. When he thought of that scene, those few self-promotional lyrics also started to play in a 3D surround mode loop like a supporting device.
Xing Dian's drowsiness dissipated suddenly, he rubbed his brow bone, and smiled inexplicably.
It was cool at night, standing at the door of Heyonghui, Zhang Baoshu looked up at the silver light flowing from the door, folded her arms unconsciously, and flinched slightly.
She was temporarily arrested today to replace a well-known actress under her manager who had an emergency and came to socialize.
The manager urged her to take care of it carefully, but before going out, he told her inconsequentially, if you can't speak, you should speak less.
Then how can you grasp it if you don't speak? Zhang Baoshu was a little puzzled and a little puzzled.
It was difficult for Heyong Hui to wait for a while, and after Mr. Zhang nodded, the waitress in a cheongsam smiled and led her upstairs.
She squeezed the shoulder strap of her bag tightly and looked at it curiously.
Maybe it’s because the predecessor of Heyonghui was a consulate, and the interior decoration is a blend of Chinese and Western styles. There are not only small bridges and flowing water, but also phonographs and oil paintings. The magic is that there is no sense of disobedience when you are in it.
The box she was going to was on the third floor, and it had an elegant name called "Nan Keyi Meng". Rich people like to use this kind of name to show their good taste. Zhang Baoshu is not surprised.
The door of the box was pushed open, and the room was spacious, and the whole situation could not be seen at a glance.
The entrance is a marble round table with an automatic rotating disk, with exquisite tableware and plump flowers on it, surrounded by a half screen, the light becomes dim and dim, and there are occasional conversations inside.
When Zhang Baoshu approached, he just heard a low voice, with a slight smile, "Master Zhang, let me go."
Mr. Zhang also laughed, "I'm not as good as you in remembering cards."
A handful of unfinished cards were placed on the table, mixed with other cards and shuffled together.
Seeing Zhang Baoshu coming, Mr. Zhang raised his eyebrows a little, but he didn't take her seriously, and while shuffling the cards, he ordered casually, "Light a cigarette for Mr. Cen."
Mr. Cen? Zhang Baoshu looked around subconsciously.
Of the six men present, three were sitting and three were standing. The standing ones did not look like the real master. Apart from Mr. Zhang whom she knew sitting, there was another man who looked like a middle-aged leader, but there was already a woman beside him. The partner is still a familiar face of the news host.
The one left...
Zhang Baoshu was startled when she saw his face clearly.
Isn't this the man who raised the price of Su Cheng's pearl necklace at the Zero Degree Dinner
She remembered it as Cen Sen.
Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, Mr. Zhang frowned impatiently, "What are you still doing in a daze, do you need to take a bath and burn incense first to light a cigarette?"
Zhang Baoshu came back to her senses, and hurriedly bent over to get the cigarette case on the table, which she had never seen before, and she couldn't open it or push it away.
Cen Sen turned his head, glanced at her shallowly, raised his hand to block it slightly, "No need."
Zhang Baoshu didn't know what to do for a while.
Mr. Zhang couldn't see it, so he stretched out his finger and pointed, "Add more wine."
"..."
Zhang Baoshu patted it slowly, and passively went to get the foreign wine bottle.
She is usually quite clever, otherwise the manager would not have given her the chance to be promoted so quickly, but today she doesn't know what happened, she is in a hurry and flustered for no reason.
The other two female companions looked at her with mocking eyes, Mr. Zhang's female companion deliberately chose to show her empathy at this time, raised her fingers to rub Mr. Zhang's forehead, and twirled around. The nails with burgundy and silver sequins shimmered and flashed under the light, which was particularly eye-catching.
Mr. Zhang was enjoying the service of the beauties, while skillfully cutting and dealing the cards, he lazily said, "Mr. Cen, it's not my fault. I originally wanted to ask Xin Zhihui to come over to accompany you, but her manager said that the flight was delayed. If you can’t come back, you have to give me such a little girl. She said she was a film school student, she just acted in some campus movie, and she said she was pure and smart, no, how smart is she.”
He turned around and asked Zhang Baoshu, "What's your name?"
"Zhang... Baoshu."
"Heh, you and I are still in the same family."
"real name?"
Cen Sen, who hadn't spoken much all this time, suddenly looked at her.
Zhang Baoshu shook her head, "Stage name."
"What's your real name?"
Zhang Baoshu was a little embarrassed, hesitating and saying nothing.
Cen Sen didn't care, his eyes moved away, and then fell on the cards, slowly adjusting the position of the hand.
His hands are thin and slender, and the way he holds the cards seems to be playing with art.
After hesitating for a while, Zhang Baoshu replied softly, "My real name is Zhang Yanhong."
After she finished speaking, her ears turned red, and she also felt that the name was really filthy.
Sure enough, the female companions couldn't help laughing when they heard it, and Mr. Zhang even complained that the name was like a maid from the last century.
Cen Sen didn't react like that, and just said quietly: "The real name is good, the word Baoshu doesn't suit you."
It was obviously an extremely light tone, but those two words fell in the ears, adding a lot of tenderness. Zhang Baoshu was stunned for a moment, and even forgot to think about why this name didn't suit her.
In the second half of the man's conversation, Zhang Baoshu couldn't understand, and didn't listen, as if she was obsessed with ghosts, her heart was itchy, and her courage became inexplicably bolder.
After pouring the wine for Cen Sen, she obediently sat next to Cen Sen, passing things from time to time as a favor.
Mr. Zhang looked down on her before, but now he gave her a "pretty sensible" look.
Junyi takes the initiative in the development of supporting hotels in scenic spots in the western suburbs.
After returning to China to take over the group, Cen Sen made adjustments to the group's current and pending projects. For example, the hotel project in the western suburbs scenic area is a dispensable tasteless rib for the group. It is a pity to discard it if it is tasteless.
But for Mr. Zhang and his project, the entry of well-known high-end hotel brands is indispensable to the improvement of the service level and overall positioning of the scenic spot.
That's why there is this situation today. One side tries to maintain the original state and continue to cooperate, while the other side waits for the profit but smiles silently.
Late at night after drinking too much, Mr. Zhang said that he didn't even ask for half a cent from Cen Sen's hand, but the cooperation could not be suspended, so he had no choice but to withdraw again and again. Xie—it seems to be begging someone to make money.
Cen Sen and Yang Ju, who was helping and coordinating from the side, had already left first. Mr. Zhang pulled his tie, feeling a little annoyed.
Seeing that Zhang Baoshu was still clutching his bag and wondering if he should follow Cen Sen, his fire burned even hotter, and he raised his chin at the door, "Follow me, where are you idiots? What archway?"
Zhang Baoshu was angry and scared, but she didn't dare to talk back. They are all surnamed Zhang, and the "Zhang" in front of her is not her turn to offend.
She trotted out, just as she saw the driver bending over to open the car door for Cen Sen.
"Boss Cen!"
She mustered up the courage to shout.
Cen Sen raised his eyes slightly.
Zhang Baoshu took a deep breath and walked forward quickly on high heels.
Stopping in front of Cen Sen, she squeezed her bag tightly and asked a little shyly, "Boss Cen, is it convenient for you to give me a ride? I didn't drive... No, I don't have a car."
After finishing speaking, she immediately added, "It's okay if it's inconvenient, then... can I add a wechat with you?"
Cen Sen chuckled lightly.
Zhang Baoshu raised her eyes quietly, but found that his gaze was on her bag.
This bag was lent to her by her agent. Grandma Xiang made it two years ago, and the colors and styles are very nice. Of course, the price is not something that a young artist like her who has just entered the circle can afford on a daily basis.
Cen Sen also had a deep memory of the color and style of the bag.
On the night before the wedding, Ji Mingshu carried this bag on his back.
When Ji Mingshu woke up that night, seeing him lying beside him, he was so angry that he poured out the contents of the bag, put the bag on his head, and dragged his head to make him, the pervert who stole her virginity, explode on the spot.
"Boss Cen?"
Zhang Baoshu asked again nervously, and shook her phone slightly.
Cen Sen came back to his senses, and his eyes paused for a moment on the WeChat interface of her phone.
Zhang Baoshu, so it wasn't that Shu.
He twirled the ring on his ring finger and reminded him quite directly, "Sorry, I'm already married."
Zhang Baoshu was slightly taken aback.
Staring at him all night, she naturally wouldn't leave the wedding ring on his hand. It's just that the men in their circle, whether they get married or not, doesn't matter.
She subconsciously interpreted Cen Sen's reminder as a different kind of hint, although she was a little disappointed, it was also expected.
After a moment of silence, she thought she had the courage to raise her chin to meet Cen Sen's gaze, and said bluntly, "I don't mind."
"I don't mind." Cen Sen didn't even think about it, "Does your school not require culture points for admission? With this level of understanding, can you understand the lines?"
Zhang Baoshu looked at him blankly.
Cen Sen got into the car, and said slowly: "There is nothing like my wife in appearance, temperament, educational background, you might as well wash your face and sober up."