Chapter 6 Hotel Mirror Selfie

The old man said, "Come over the day after tomorrow night after work. You can bring your computer and any unfinished work from work."

"Tell the front desk my name then."

Jiang Zong also sent two messages.

At this time, Qiao Ruoying had already opened Xiaohongshu and entered the five words "Luocheng Bulgari" to search for guides.

Bringing a computer to work at Bulgari? Absolutely not.

Boss Jiang is indeed an evil capitalist. He wants to sleep with her, but he still wants her to work.

This is what Grandpa Marx said, "When capital comes into this world, from head to toe, every pore is dripping with blood and filth." She has witnessed it.

Since she was going to Bulgari, she had to enjoy herself, including the sauna, swimming, and bar service, and then take advantage of the special offers.

God knows whether Jiang Zongye will continue to ask her out at Bulgari next time.

Early Friday morning, considering that she would be staying at Bulgari overnight, Qiao Ruoying put on her backpack, which contained the clothes she would change into when she got up the next day.

"Ruoying, there's a new hotpot restaurant opened on Star Street. Do you want to try it tonight?" Zeng Fan asked her out in the tea room in the morning.

"Not tonight, I have something to do tonight." Qiao Ruoying refused without hesitation.

"What's up?"

"Private matter."

“…”

The word "private matter" left Zeng Fan speechless.

She looked at Qiao Ruoying suspiciously, trying to find any signs of being kept by someone. Qiao Ruoying took an iced Americano in a glass and was sipping it.

The polka-dot long skirt she was wearing also had large wrinkles on the lapels as she raised her arms, and her breasts were not well covered at all.

Zeng Fan frowned.

I guess Qiao Ruoying bought this skirt on Singles' Day for 99 yuan with free shipping. The style is very ordinary and has a rural pastoral style.

It can be seen that Qiao Ruoying's family conditions were not very good, so she did not develop a very high level of aesthetic taste.

Zeng Fan thought contemptuously, if there really was a wealthy sponsor "supporting" her, why didn't she wear some high-end battle uniform?

But Zeng Fan still decided to secretly follow Qiao Ruoying tonight to see what private affairs she had.

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Jiang Zong did not arrange a car to pick up Qiao Ruoying to go to Bulgari.

But Qiao Ruoying was not a pampered person. Since there was no car to pick her up, she looked up the route and planned to take the bus there by herself.

Seeing Qiao Ruoying getting on an old bus that was heading in the completely opposite direction of Zuoqiao Road, Zeng Fan slapped his thigh.

She said! Qiao Ruoying really had something wrong.

Zeng Fan stopped a taxi, put his finger on his sunglasses, and said mysteriously to the driver: "Master, follow the bus in front, don't get discovered."

master:"…"

I'm making a spy movie here.

The bus has to stop at the bus stop to pick up passengers, so it is not easy to follow.

Taxis can only start and stop, braking and starting frequently.

Zeng Fan had a bad stomach, and the smell of artificial leather mixed with cigarette smoke in the car kept coming into her nostrils. Then, the car was bumpy, and her stomach was churning, and she instinctively wanted to vomit.

She swallowed back her sour water and cursed in her heart, wondering which rich sponsor it was who supported Qiao Ruoying and still let her take the bus?

This rich man is either poor or stingy.

Fortunately, after a few stops, Qiao Ruoying arrived at her destination.

She got off the bus stop and crossed the street.

Across the street is a complex of white plaster buildings in imitation of Italian style. The green grass under the tall gate is as green as US dollars, and the corridors on both sides are inlaid with snow-white columns, with no end in sight.

Zeng Fan, carrying a Chanel bag, followed Qiao Ruoying stealthily for a hundred meters, watching her walk into the revolving glass door of the Bulgari Hotel.

The bright light reflected from the door made her rustic polka-dot dress look like a princess dress.

Bulgari Hotel. Zeng Fan looked up, confirming once more, a sour feeling welling up in his heart.

She had wanted to stay at the Bulgari for a long time, but she gritted her teeth and refused to pay even for the most basic room type.

She said that Qiao Ruoying must be kept by someone.

But who is the person who supports her?

Zeng Fan hid behind a tortoiseshell holly that had been trimmed into its original shape and stretched his neck to look through the glass door.

At this moment, a serious and cold voice sounded: "Miss, please do not squat behind the bushes to peek into the guests' privacy."

“…”

Being caught in the act, Zeng Fan's face turned red and white, but he still said stubbornly:

"I have something to do here."

"What can you do? Our Daluo City is committed to building a civilized and hygienic city. It's everyone's responsibility. Don't squat here. Turn left after exiting the archway. There's a toilet there."

The uniformed security guard said unhappily.

Zeng Fan has always been a bully of the weak and afraid of the strong. The security guard was a burly man of about 1.8 meters tall and had a rough voice. She was afraid that he would try to pull her away, so she quickly stood up and left.

She was wearing five-centimeter high heels, and after squatting for a long time, her legs became numb and numb, as if they were not her own.

I could only leave here in a very embarrassed and limping manner.

After crossing the road, Zeng Fan recalled the security guard's words:

Everyone has the responsibility to build Luocheng into a civilized city.

Don't squat here.

There is a toilet on the left.

What? He actually suspected that she was squatting behind the bushes to take a big bowel movement?

In an instant, Zeng Fan couldn't even roll his eyes.

Does she look like someone who could poop anywhere on the street?

-

After Qiao Ruoying reported Jiang Zongye's name to the front desk, the check-in processer looked at her carefully and led her into the elevator with a smile.

Jiang Zong also has a long-term presidential suite at Bulgari.

After Qiao Ruoying got the room card and went in, she looked at the modern and luxurious design of the room and smelled the faint fougere perfume in the air, and couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow".

Jiang Zong also sent a message on the phone.

Old man: "I'll be there around 9:00 PM."

Qiao Ruoying threw her cell phone on the entrance.

Who cares when he arrives? He is happily staying at the Bulgari Hotel. It doesn’t matter if the old man doesn’t stay for even a night.

She immediately went into the shower room to take a bath, wrapped herself in the bath towel provided by the hotel, turned on all the lights on the marble counter in the bathroom, and took a selfie in the mirror.

She is only 22 years old and is also a vain girl.

She took selfies in her rented house and when she and Yuan Yiyi went to a small restaurant where the average price per person was 150 yuan. However, the light there, as reflected in the camera, was either too pale or too yellow, and against the messy background, the people and the scenery looked particularly disconnected.

But it's different here.

The light here is perfect for the girls to take selfies.

The clean and neat black wooden wallpaper, the beautiful color temperature and distinct texture of the lights cast a perfect butterfly light and shadow on her face, which further highlighted her red lips, white teeth, bright eyes and white teeth.

Qiao Ruoying stared at herself in the mirror. Like Narcissus in ancient Greek mythology, she was so beautiful that she fell in love with her own reflection.

She blew her hair, which had been shampooed and moisturized with Bulgari conditioner, into a jet-black, fluffy mess, then changed into a Chrome Hearts halter dress given by Jiang Zongye, and put on a cool expression.

Against the backdrop of light and background, she finally has a fashionable city girl temperament and is no longer so tacky.

Although I can’t post these photos on WeChat Moments to show off openly, I feel satisfied just looking at them secretly.

How can it be enough to just take one set of photos?

She wants to capture all the pure, enchanting and charming postures!

When Jiang Zongye used the room card to open the door of the suite and walked into the shower room, he saw this scene:

The girl sat on the marble table with her heart-shaped buttocks, her legs crossed and gathered at one side, the hem of her long skirt lifted up to her legs, just revealing the edge of her absolute body.

The light shone on her legs, giving them a jade-like luster and making her skin shiny.

She turned her face to the mirror, her eyelashes drooped and lifted. Her face was obviously white and without any makeup, but when she raised her eyes, it showed boundless beauty. Her plump red lips were bitten between her pearly teeth, and innocence and desire were intertwined.

Suddenly, Jiang Zong also felt a needle piercing his heart, causing him to feel electric, numb and painful.

He quietly took in the beautiful scene before him and spoke slowly, "What are you doing?"

Qiao Ruoying was immersed in the perfect composition, but she was suddenly awakened by the low and hoarse words.

She felt embarrassed when she was caught admiring herself in the mirror.

She quickly lifted the hem of her skirt and tried to get down from the marble platform. Jiang Zong also took two steps to her, grabbed her slender white ankle with his big hand and held it tightly, like an eagle hoop.

His trousers pressed against the marble counter, forcing her to face him, his shadow casting a complete shadow over her.

Jiang Zong was also very unhappy.

He saw everything she did just now when she lifted her skirt to cover it.

They've slept together and done it, so why is she teasing or covering up?

Qiao Ruoying raised her eyes, met his gloomy brows and unfriendly gaze, and considered her words carefully:

"Mr. Jiang, I was just...taking a selfie."

"Who takes a selfie in this pose?" Jiang Zong also chuckled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

What posture?

Lifting up the skirt and pulling the sleeves wider to reveal the round and plump shoulders?

Although Qiao Ruoying was caught posing shamefully and had to secretly save up for a three-bedroom apartment, as long as she insisted on not feeling embarrassed, it would be others who would be embarrassed.

"Mr. Jiang, the photos I was taking just now were more textured."

"What texture?" Jiang Zong asked slowly.

Qiao Ruoying's heart skipped a beat. Boss Jiang was so shameless, how could he even ask such a question?

It turns out that only those with thick skin can become capitalists.

"Sexy photos, private photos." She closed her eyes and let it go.

The moment the word "sexy" came out, the atmosphere in the cramped shower area instantly changed. The air seemed to be filled with saturated moisture, saturated with humidity.

Jiang Zongye's eyes were heavy as he glanced at her suspender skirt.

The thin straps embrace the plump shoulders, the slender collarbone is sunken, forming a perfect V, and the skin is as white as milk.

It's really sexy.

Coupled with her charming and alluring look just now, it is even sexier.

Jiang Zongye licked his dry lips and said in a hoarse voice: "Show me how sexy you are."

Under Jiang Zongye's relentless questioning, Qiao Ruoying bit her lip, feeling numb with shame, and her toes, which were trying to dig out Dabieye, also stopped working.

She simply gave up and handed him the phone respectfully with both hands:

"Please take a look."

Jiang Zong also took her phone. The body was hot, the screen was very small, and there were only two cameras on the back - it was an Apple phone from five or six years ago, and the battery was running out quickly.

She is still using such a worn-out phone.

The man slid his long fingers across the phone screen, flipping through the photos one by one, and he flipped through them very quickly.

When he turned her over and saw her lying on the marble table like a puppy, with her waist hunched and hips raised, as if waiting for someone to slap her from behind, his brows twitched twice.

The same posture appeared in front of him, but she was kneeling obediently, waiting for him...

"It's really sexy." Jiang Zong also raised one corner of his lips and smiled meaningfully.

"Can you give me my phone back?"

Qiao Ruoying held her forehead helplessly. He had seen her in such embarrassing private photos. Didn't she have any dignity? Where would she put her dignity? If it weren't for the fact that he was her boss, she really wanted to storm out.

"Where are you going to send these photos?"

Jiang Zong did not return the phone to her. Instead, when she stood on tiptoe and stretched out her arms to grab it, he raised the phone higher and questioned her aggressively.

"I'm not posting it anywhere. I'm just looking at it on my phone. Mr. Jiang, please return the photos to me..."

"Really not?"

"real."

After confirming it again and again, he lowered his arm and returned the phone to her. Qiao Ruoying took the phone back and put it in her bag, refusing to take it out again no matter what.

Jiang Zong stopped teasing her and unbuttoned his shirt with one hand.

When Qiao Ruoying turned around, he had already unbuttoned the fourth button. Under the V-neckline, his cool white skin was exposed. His skin had an even and firm texture, yet was as flexible as leather, exuding the unique hormonal scent of an adult male.

Qiao Ruoying didn't dare to look at him any longer, so she turned her face away, her ears turning red.

If she had done it with him half-heartedly last time, this time, she was sober. Thinking of what was going to happen next, her scalp tingled and her legs went weak.

Jiang Zong also saw the tips of her ears which were red and swollen. When she turned her face away, her neck was delicate and graceful, and her fair face was hazy. His heart was moved and a happy smile appeared at the corners of his lips.

Unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it aside, he unbuttoned his trousers and reached out to rub her hairy head.

"Be good and wait for me in bed."

The author has something to say:

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Yingbao: What should I do? I got caught being so conceited. So embarrassing. Waiting online. Urgent.

[split]

Boss Jiang: My wife is so cute, so cute. Why are you secretly taking private photos of yourself? Show me, show me. (Reaching out to grab) [Laughing] [Laughing]

In fact, Zeng Fan is the funny female supporting role in this book!

Since this book didn't make the list this week, I have to reduce the word count, so I will update it every two days next week. I'm sorry to bother waiting, fairies.