In Penglai Palace, the private private room on the third floor is lively.

This private club is the most famous in Jiangcheng. It is well known as the luxury gold cave for wealthy and idle people in the upper reaches. It is highly confidential and has always prevented disturbances from strangers in private.

When He Qingchi arrived, it was already more than an hour late. The waiter knew her and respectfully welcomed her to the private room.

As soon as he entered the door, He Qingchi attracted Qin Chuan's gaze and waved enthusiastically: "Miss, you are here."

He Qingchi walked over with his slim heels, and without saying a word, he picked up the wine from the glass coffee table to drink.

She held it in her throat and swallowed it, suddenly her wrist was held and the wine glass in her hand was taken away.

He Qingchi looked up and saw Qin Chuan raising his eyebrows: "Why are you drinking so urgently... You didn't explain the matter clearly on the phone, haha! You didn't get a hit or run away, are you?"

“…”

"Am I the irresponsible woman?" He Qingchi took a breath and shook his hand away unhappily.

In order to prove her "innocence", she put the black and gray business card that she had held all the way on the coffee table, and pointed her fair finger: "I want the car owner's contact information!"

"Business card?" Qin Chuan picked it up casually.

The next moment, I was so shocked that I thought I had read it wrong.

"Yes..." He Qingchi didn't notice something wrong with Qin Chuan, and sighed and said, "Has I been cursed recently? Before I started acting, I had to pay a penalty of tens of millions of dollars to the crew. Now I went out and ran into a luxury car worth hundreds of millions of dollars..."

Although he had no voice to pay attention to her words, He Qingchi said, and a trace of mist appeared in his dark eyes.

Almost, I couldn't help but shed a few drops of crocodile tears.

Tired while standing, she walked to the leather sofa near the floor-to-ceiling window and sat down. She turned to see Qin Chuan still didn't say anything, raised her hand and snapped her fingers in front of him: "Are you stupid?"

Qin Chuan suddenly came to his senses, and then he felt as if he had chicken blood. He was so excited that he slapped He Qingchi's thigh with his big palm: "The word Wen Shuchen is written on this business card. I didn't recognize the wrong word, right?!"

After the words came, as if he was afraid of being heard, he suddenly whispered: "Did you know who it was before you hit him? This is the leader of the celebrity!"

*

He Qingchi wrinkled his face in pain, and the tears that were about to overflow were pressed back!

Before she could beat the "rebellious son" in front of her in anger, Qin Chuan could no longer resist her inner excitement and said:

——"Wen Shuchen, the heir of Wen's group, has been selected as the top spot in Jiangcheng's top celebrity circle over the years. Do you know that if the marriage partner of a wealthy family is him, how many celebrities dream of being married once!"

——"It is said that he is the only junior in the Wen family who holds real power now. He is in charge of family business and is very low-key. He never attends any public events except for necessary social engagements. On weekdays, only the bodyguards around him know it!”

——"You can drive and hit him as soon as you go out, and you are simply being overly favored by the goddess of fate!"

He Qingchi listened for a long time and didn't know what expression to do.

"What the outside world can understand Wen Shuchen is like a piece of white paper. In short..." Qin Chuan said the key point and looked at the black and gray business card a few times. His evaluation of Wen Shuchen was really high: "Even in terms of appearance, his appearance is definitely not inferior to any popular male artist."

"..." He Qingchi looked at Qin Chuan with his eyes.

It is a bit exciting for a big man to be obsessed with another man he has never known.

"What's your look?" Qin Chuan.

He Qingchi: "..." What other look can you look like?

"I'm almost saying that my tongue is broken, but you don't have any illegitimate reaction?" Qin Chuan frowned and looked at her, then took out his cell phone, searched for a photo from a financial magazine, and showed her: "Miss, is this person you bumped into?"

In the photo on the screen, the man stood tall and tall next to the bookshelf, wearing a well-cut gray suit, with a more elegant temperament than the male model. In the near shot, each part of his face was very delicate, looking like a handsome man's painting with a very textured texture.

During the previous crash, the big man sat in the dark back seat and did not get off the car. He Qingchi did not pay much attention to a man's appearance. Now he takes a closer look...

From his handsome eyebrows, He Qingchi could also see that this person was like a perfectionist who cared about his image.

I also suddenly understood why Qin Chuan was so excited as a man.

In terms of appearance, Wen Shuchen can indeed afford it: the four words "the head of celebrities".

"By the way, you are obviously the perpetrator, so why did he give you a business card?"

Qin Chuan's brain circuit finally realized that the gossip was at the point!

He Qingchi's head was dull for two seconds before he lifted it up, and his throat seemed to be strangled by something invisibly, and he would not spit out a word even if he died.

Wen Shuchen saw such an embarrassing thing in her mobile phone screensaver. No one could mention it, just let it go with the wind.

He Qingchi intentionally changed the topic and looked at the private room environment for a while. Except for a few girls who accompany the club, the others are quite familiar with each other. They are all from Qin Chuan's circle, either childhood or family relationships.

Several young men were present to see that she was trying to chat with her, but Qin Chuan never intended to recommend her. Instead, she was excited and said nothing to stop, so she didn't come forward to disturb her.

He Qingchi withdrew his gaze and suddenly turned his head.

She and Qin Chuan's eyes met, and they were silent for three seconds, and they understood something from each other's eyes.

"Dad Qin!"

"Damn it, don't break your character!"

Qin Chuan wanted to jump away from the woman, but He Qingchi grabbed his arm with a fierce expression: "Can you escape? Let me tell you, Penglai Palace is preparing for this disguised talent show tonight. How much does it cost to charge my old man?!"

"He Qingchi... You are not fighting every girl's robbery like this!"

"Dad Qin, if you don't give me some pocket money, I'll be forced to sell myself! Can you bear it...Watch me being chased for debt at a young age?" He Qingchi said, lowering his face slightly. His eyes stared at the white and slender knees exposed under his skirt, and his long eyelashes were also hanging down. He said pitifully, but there was no tears at the corners of his eyes.

However, this look looks very rare.

Qin Chuan felt a little shaken and repeatedly clamped the business card with the words Wen Shuchen engraved between his fingers.

"Don't worry..."

A moment later, he patted his chest very righteously in front of He Qingchi: "Brother, help you with it!"

He Qingchi blinked.

——Ah, what to do?

*

Late at night, in the same area, outside the luxurious suite of the Pastoral Hotel, two well-trained bodyguards were guarding the door.

Wen Shuchen had just negotiated an investment cooperation and returned to the hotel to change into a clean suit. After that, he went to the study to discuss matters.

The boss is still working, and it is not easy for his elite team to rest. They all stay in the living room until almost half past eleven, and someone started to whisper to pass the time.

"The driver said that Mr. Wen was hit by a female driver and hit a luxury car with millions of dollars at any cost. He also wanted to get the contact information. Isn't it true?"

"Mr. Wen has been targeted after just a few days after returning to China?"

"I have to ask Secretary Song this. He arranged for a lawyer to handle the traffic accident tonight."

The Song Dynasty couldn't hear his name coldly, and he was also worried about this matter.

In recent years, Mr. Wen has traveled to Europe to explore overseas markets. Even if he is rumored to be a legend in the business world, he rarely makes public appearances in China. He has only been back in China for a few days, and the news has been leaked. Even the old house has not returned to live.

Moreover, their confidentiality work has always been in place.

Who is so well-informed? It shouldn't be?

—

Several men in the living room were joking about sexual encounters without restraint. Without the presence of women, there was no restraint of a gentlemanly demeanor. The door of the study was half-closed at some point, listening to the movements outside without missing a word.

Under the gloomy light of the wall lamp, Wen Shuchen's handsome face had not changed, and he put down the pen between his slender fingers.

Shao Qixiu, a long-time friend who was sitting opposite his sofa, raised his eyebrows slightly and talked about the boring work all night. Now something happened to be brought to tease: "It turns out that the blood on your cuffs tonight is from here. Now, in order to attract your attention, the women in Jiangcheng are so crazy and want to hit you insult?"

Wen Shuchen ignored the joke of destroying the reputation of a girl.

But Shao Qixiu, who was experienced, was different. He asked with a smile: "What's that girl's name?"

"Submitted to He." Wen Shuchen said two words as if he was chatting, without revealing the landscape.

"He? There seems to be no wealthy family named He in Jiangcheng." Shao Qixiu looked a little surprised. The friend who never touched women in front of him actually remembered the other party's name. He asked again: "Girl from an ordinary family?"

Wen Shuchen did not speak anymore, but slowly stood up and left the sofa. His slender figure faced the ink-colored floor-to-ceiling window, his eyebrows were clear, and he looked at the bustling night view of the tall buildings outside, as if he was still thinking about something.

Shao Qixiu lit a cigarette and gave a few tips: "If you like it, you will catch the girl up with the bed and talk. Don't have a single-sided platonic crush on yourself. What's the point of a man living like an ascetic? If you hit your girl tonight, you will definitely contact you."

Wen Shuchen turned around and frowned slightly. What did he want to say.

The phone that was placed on the coffee table lights up first: [Hello, Mr. Wen, I am He...]

Shao Qixiu glanced lightly at the previous words, and held a cigarette with his thin lips, sneering.

Wen Shuchen took the phone in his slender hand, and his deep and dark eyes showed fluctuations at this moment.

Shao Qixiu looked clear and said with a firm tone: "That girl, let you pick her up tonight?"

*

It was not clear what time the meeting was in the study. Several men from the elite group of the living room were unwilling to be lonely, so they called the hotel front desk and ordered a rich midnight snack. They took off their suit jackets and put them on the sofa. They woke up and rolled up their sleeves to fill their stomachs first.

Halfway through the meal, Wen Shuchen's voice came from the study.

The Song Dynasty stood at the door and listened to the instructions inside.

After a while, he responded.
Chapter completed!