A glass door across the bathroom.

The man stood in front of the mirror with a thin and slender figure. The light was so white that it was dazzling. A transparent water droplet dripped from the messy hair, and suddenly flowed through his perfectly lined jaw and headed towards the male Adam's apple...

She froze there, staring at the scene of the increasingly clearer handsome man taking a bath.

As if I had a premonition, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

The next moment, he stepped out of the bathroom, his skin was wet on his chest, and the drop of water was sliding down the man's eight sexy abdominal muscles into his tight trousers.

I was stunned for a moment, and when I looked up, I met the deep pool-like eyes.

He Qingchi opened his eyes.

The room was not turned on, the windows were closed, and the surroundings were dark.

She lay down and didn't move. After a while, her fair fingers moved up inch by inch, and she found the phone under the pillow.

Before I could see the time, the male model picture of "eight pack abs" on the screen that was lit up first occupied He Qingchi's sight.

She remembered the dream she had just had. She must have heard Qin Chuan brainwashing in Penglai Palace last night. Otherwise, how could she sleep? She would have dreamed of Wen Shuchen, who had only met once, and even put him in the figure of a male model in the screensaver.

He Qingchi calmed down for two seconds and decided seriously to replace the screensaver.

She used this eight-pack abs as a screensaver on mobile phones. It was not that she was addicted to male sex, but it was entirely because the old man at home complained about her not having a boyfriend. For a while, he suspected that she had become a sexual orientation. He Qingchi directly found a group of male models with eight-pack abs online, changing screensaver every day, and letting the old man relax in disguise.

She is more normal than any woman in this regard!

He Qingchi tinked his phone boredly, and suddenly paused his fingertips and opened the sent text message by a terrible reason.

Last night, Qin Chuan, the dog, said that her affairs were all on him, but he actually robbed her cell phone and sent a message to Wen Shuchen!

In the text message, except for her: [Hello, Mr. Wen, I am He Qingchi, do you have time to make an appointment for dinner?].

The whole night passed, as if it was like a rock sinking into the sea. Wen Shuchen ignored her harassment.

Fortunately, I ignored her.

Otherwise, He Qingchi lived seriously for twenty-three years and really didn't learn to take the initiative to any man. She stared at her phone for a long time, put it next to her pillow, and then stuck her body in a soft quilt. The sequelae of drunkenness in her night and her head was dizzy. Forget it, just wait for him to ask her to pay the fare.

*

He Qingchi slept for a while in a daze, and when he woke up it was almost 4:30 in the evening.

After she woke up, she turned on her phone and found countless tips from private messages from Weibo.

After the incident of refusing to act, He Qingchi quit her official Weibo account. There was only one Weibo account in private, and even her agent didn't know that there was no more than five zombie fans.

Seeing so many private messages scolding her, He Qingchi realized that he had been stripped of his vest.

The topic of "The No. cheongsam Beauty Refuses to Play Big Brands" is still among the top ten hot searches today. Major media and marketing accounts have tried different ways to find topics to gain popularity. In private messages and comments, they are basically accused of attacking her.

——Doesn’t want to be a girl Guo? Do you want to go to heaven?

——Before acting, please learn how to be a good person from your seniors. If you refuse to act when the movie is started, do you want to learn from the outside girl to take the price?

——My sister’s raw pictures really made me lick the screen. The long legs under the cheongsam were slender and straight, snow-white... The movie is said to have a plot of taking off clothes, and I suddenly look forward to her dedicating herself to art once!

——Let’s watch the excitement. She has no background backing, and even the agency doesn’t care about her anymore? Hahaha, if you can’t pay a high penalty of tens of millions of yuan, your wish upstairs will definitely come true!

Penalty fees...

Seeing these three words, He Qingchi paused with his fingertips sliding on his screen.

She lifted the quilt and got up, poured a glass of water and drank it directly.

"Qin Gou, how are you going to help me with the penalty for liquidated damages? If you delay it, I will really devote myself to the art of film!"

"Good to sacrifice yourself, your devilish figure..."

Before Qin Chuan was excited, He Qingchi ruthlessly interrupted him: "Before dedication, I will publish the photos of you starting from the age of three and still wearing Pikachu boxers to the Weibo of you at the age of eighteen. Let's die together."

Shame!

Qin Chuan immediately changed his words: "I'll handle your business long ago, little bitch... If you can't handle the director, you can handle the investors."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Chuan sent a club address and gave her a tip: "I have found out that the director of your movie can't find a suitable actress to replace you now, so he has been forcing you to use public opinion and liquidated damages online. Have you heard of those actors who have the capital father to support him in the group? Who doesn't change the script if you want to change it? My buddy can only help you here, come on!"

...

He Qingchi came to his senses, and Qin Chuan hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

After a while, she lowered her head slightly and put down her phone, turned around and took out the cigarette box from the bedside table, stepped on the carpet to the window, and opened the closed curtains.

There are tall buildings outside, and the dazzling night view is charming.

He Qingchi's tender white fingers were holding a slender cigarette. He pointed it gently, and the thin smoke rose up, making her delicate face a little hazy. The glass of the floor-to-ceiling window reflected her body curves that were as picturesque, and the outline was so light that it almost blended into the night.

He Qingchi stood quietly for a long time, waiting for half of the cigarette to finish smoking. As if she was calm, she walked into the cloakroom and found a dark green cheongsam to change into.

It just rained outside, the temperature was low, and the air was getting cooler.

He Qingchi learned his lesson this time and did not drive by himself. He stood by the roadside and stopped a taxi. After forty minutes, he came to the address given to her by Qin Chuan.

This club is located in a prime location in Jiangcheng and does not cover a large area. The three-story white building has exquisite ink patterns on the surface, exuding a unique charm of Jiangnan.

As soon as he entered, a waiter politely stopped her: "Hello Miss, what's wrong?"

Many high-end clubs have membership systems, and those wealthy businessmen who come here to discuss business have their own private private rooms. He Qingchi told the waiter that Qin Chuan sent her room number and told her.

The waiter still politely led her to the second floor box: "Please here."

He Qingchi followed him up the steps, turned right, walked through the particularly quiet corridor, and came to a private room.

On the door sign above, the three words "Listen Spring" are written.

The waiter knocked on the door twice before pushing it open, and then made a gesture of asking for help.

He Qingchi nodded and smiled, and walked in.

With a gentle sound, the door closed behind her.

The private room was very quiet, and the air was filled with a faint and elegant tea fragrance. He Qingchi saw that there was no one around, and the carved hollow screen in the middle reflected a man's silhouette.

He Qingchi walked over and looked up, and was two or three steps away.

She saw a handsome man.

He sat quietly on the sofa, making tea casually in his manners. Unlike last night's formal ink blue suit, he only wore a white shirt and black trousers tonight. The ironed collar was buttoned meticulously, and his noble temperament seemed to be unattainable.

He Qingchi thought he should be low-key. If such a look appeared in the public's sight at will, there would probably be few people who could resist it.

Even though I didn’t expect that... Wen Shuchen is the investor who starred in the movie "Red Makeup"!

But these are not important anymore. He Qingchi herself has no money to pay tens of millions of liquidated damages, and she needs to convince the man in front of her.

otherwise--

Either accept the fate and go back to He’s family to accept the marriage arrangement or dedicate your body to art.

Her white fingers clenched silently, hid the sweat in her palms, and took the initiative to walk forward.

Before he could speak, Wen Shuchen's deep and dark eyes looked in her direction first, and for a second, his voice was low: "Is it you?"

I drove to hit him last night, and now I have something to ask him for.

He Qingchi himself was embarrassed. For some reason, he always felt that dealing with Wen Shuchen was not a good thing. Even if he looked gentle and harmless, he might be just a disguise.

"Mr. Wen, I am the starring actor of your previous investment in the movie "Red Makeup". I came here to disturb you tonight because I wanted to talk to you about this movie." He Qingchi thought he had no friendship and was close to Wen Shuchen, and knew that the other party was surprised by his appearance.

She didn't want the atmosphere to continue to be so awkward, so she took out the personal information in her bag and handed it on the coffee table, and made it straight to the point.

Wen Shuchen glanced over the information lightly, then moved it to her, with some thoughtfulness.

After a while, he calmly brewed tea and treated her gentle: "Please sit down."

Asking her to sit down proves that there is room for talks, right?

He Qingchi slowly walked to the sofa opposite. In order to prove that she perfectly matched the heroine of the movie, she could have bargaining chips in front of investors and was wearing a cheongsam, so she moved slowly and properly when she sat down. Her long legs were exposed under the cheongsam, revealing her skin, slender and delicate, and as white as snow.

Wen Shuchen's gaze swept through him inadvertently, just one second.

His eyes were slightly calm and he moved away without moving.

But He Qingchi didn't know that, and just wanted to convince him to use the advantages of capitalists to let the director delete the scenes that he temporarily added to the movie.

Her attitude was sincere and spoke for a long time, but the man remained silent and did not express his opinion.

He Qingchi's lips slowly pursed, and she felt the atmosphere in the box made her nervous, so nervous that she couldn't even think about the simple words.

Wen Shuchen slowly cut her tea, his tone was calm and he couldn't tell his emotions: "Miss He, please have tea."

He Qingchi was stunned for a moment, looking at Wen Shuchen's clean and slender hands holding the teacup and handing it to him.

Subconsciously reached out to take the tea, and under her dark eyes, she was full of expectations...

Wen Shuchen finally put her on the coffee table and picked up her profile.

The man's eyes are ten lines in the actor's information.

The photo on He Qingchi is without makeup. He looks very young, his face is not as big as a man's palm, his skin is white and tender, and he is very attractive. He looks like a beauty that only appears in a comic.

“Twenty-three?”

In the quiet atmosphere, Wen Shuchen's voice sounded,
To be continued...