"Do you like dancing so much?" Lu Jing put his long arms around Zhou Qian's waist, looking at her from top to bottom, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"What's it got to do with you?" Zhou Qian said to him angrily, pushing him away and trying to leave.

Lu Jing grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

She had a disturbing fragrance on her body, and coupled with her outfit today, the first time he saw her in the crowd, an idea planted in his mind: he wanted to carry her back and throw her on the bed.

Lu Jing spoke slowly, "You asked me not to touch other women, but you're here trying to pick up a rich guy?"

Zhou Qian was speechless. "Which eye of yours saw me hooking up with a rich guy? I was just dancing normally."

"When you dance normally, you push your butt into people's crotch."

"..." Zhou Qian clenched his hands, resisting the urge to slap him in the pocket. "I'll send it wherever I want, it's none of your business."

Lu Jing pressed the tip of his tongue against his back teeth and looked at her with a gloomy look. "Think it over and say it again."

"Lu Jing, you better understand. I only promised to be your woman, not your wife. You have no right to control me."

Zhou Qian tried to shake off his hand, but it didn't work. Instead, he clamped down even harder, as if he wanted to crush her bones.

Hang Peng noticed her situation and rushed over. He politely said to Lu Jing, "Sir, please be respectful to girls."

Lu Jing turned his gaze lazily towards Hang Peng, "Want to pursue her?"

Hang Peng was stunned. He tilted his head to glance at Zhou Qian and replied to Lu Jing, "If Xiao Qian doesn't mind, I'd be honored to pursue her."

Zhou Qian looked at Hang Peng in surprise, but Hang Peng smiled at her calmly, which made Zhou Qian feel a little embarrassed.

Nightclubs are a place where everyone just has fun together, and she never thought that Hang Peng would be serious about it. While she was daydreaming, she saw Lu Jing take out a room card and hand it to Hang Peng.

“She likes to be direct.”

Zhou Qian: ...

Hang Peng's face didn't look good, but he still remained gentlemanly, "Thank you, but I can still afford a room."

"She's familiar with this one."

After saying that, Lu Jing deliberately glanced at Zhou Qian, stuffed the room card directly into Hang Peng's shirt pocket, and then continued to dance with his beauties as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Qian pressed the corners of his lips, his expression looking extremely ugly.

Of course she knew that Lu Jing's intention was not to give her the room card, but he just wanted to embarrass her, or even... there was another meaning.

As for Hang Peng's wine, he naturally had no mood to drink it.

"Sorry, he's not very smart." Zhou Qian took the room card back.

Hang Peng was no fool, so he could see that Zhou Qian and Lu Jing had a close relationship. He smiled and said, "It's okay."

When they returned to their seats, Jiang Lan and Zhao Lingzhi were both there, and Zhou Qian introduced Hang Peng to them.

When Jiang Lan saw that she had brought back a handsome guy, she pulled Zhao Lingzhi to dance. Zhao Lingzhi said she didn't like dancing, but was still dragged away by Jiang Lan.

The intention was clearly to create an opportunity for Zhou Qian and Hang Peng to be alone together. Only the naive Zhao Lingzhi didn't understand.

Zhou Qian chatted with Hang Peng for a while and found that he knew a lot. From design to finance, from music to literature, there was no topic he could not talk about.

A man with many talents is attractive.

Zhou Qian and Hang Peng were chatting happily when the phone on the table suddenly lit up and the word "hospital" appeared on the screen.

Zhou Qian's chest tightened, he grabbed his phone and walked outside.

The hospital called at this time, most likely something happened to Zhang Landi again.

Sure enough, the doctor said that Zhang Landi kowtowed in the bathroom and refused to cooperate with the examination, so he asked her to come over.

Zhou Qian hung up the phone and went to the roadside to hail a taxi when he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

"Are you leaving? I'll take you there." Hang Peng followed him out.

"You've been drinking."

"I've already called a designated driver."

"I need to go to the hospital."

"Let's go, wait by the roadside." Hang Peng naturally took her hand and took her to the roadside to wait for the bus.

Soon, a black BMW stopped in front of them. Hang Peng opened the door and let her get in, while he sat in the passenger seat.

…

Zhang Landi was hit hard and her forehead was bruised. The nurse wrapped it up with gauze.

Zhou Qian coaxed her for half an hour before she calmed down and went to shoot the film obediently.

The results came out and it was nothing serious, so Zhou Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

She remembered that the nurse had reminded her to renew her fee a few days ago, but she had not paid it and her salary had not been paid yet, so she told the nurse to wait a few days.

"The money has been paid. Your boyfriend just paid it for you," said the nurse.

"What? Boyfriend?" Zhou Qian looked surprised.

"Yes, that handsome guy who just came with you."

Hang Peng...

Zhou Qian then remembered that Hang Peng had brought her here. She looked around the corridor but couldn't find him.

She took out her cell phone and called Hang Peng. The phone rang a few times but no one answered. However, she heard Hang Peng's voice.

"What's wrong?" Hang Peng walked up from behind her, holding a midnight snack in his hand.

"Where have you been?"

"I just saw some good wontons on the roadside, so I bought one for you." Hang Peng handed the wontons in his hand to her.

Zhou Qian looked at the steaming wontons and felt warm in her heart. She took it and said thank you.

"By the way, I heard that you paid money into my mother's account?"

"The nurse wanted to see you just now, but I saw you were coaxing your aunt inside, so I went to pay first."

"How much is it? I'll transfer it to you."

"Don't worry, eat the wontons first, or they'll get mushy if you don't."

Zhou Qian couldn't describe his current mood. Perhaps it was because he had never received such unprovoked help before, and he was a little moved for a moment.

"What are you standing there for?" Hang Peng laughed at her. "You owe me money, are you afraid I'll run away?"

Zhou Qian smiled. After all the trouble, she was indeed hungry. She took the hot wontons and lay down on the chair to eat.

Hang Peng saw that she was uncomfortable squatting, so he took off his coat and let her sit on it.

"No, my clothes are all dirty."

"I have to wash it when I get home anyway."

…

After eating a bowl of wontons, Zhou Qian received a message from Hang Peng saying that he had something to do and had to leave early.

Zhou Qian asked him about the payment, and Hang Peng said he would wait until she had enough money.

Zhou Qian felt that Hang Peng didn't let her make money just now because he knew she had no money and was afraid that she would be embarrassed, so he didn't let her transfer the money.

He is a careful person.

Zhou Qian threw away the lunch box, entered the ward, sat in front of the bed and looked at the person sleeping peacefully on the bed.

I don’t know how old my father Zhao Zhicheng was when he became addicted to gambling. From then on, their family lived in a life of debt collection every day.

In order to pay off her debts, Zhang Landi went out early and came back late every day. She ignored her and even took out all her anger on her when she was in a bad mood.

Despite this, she never thought of giving up Zhang Landi, feeling that as long as she was there, she would not be alone.

It’s probably a kind of spiritual sustenance!

Zhou Qian stayed in the hospital until late at night before returning to her rented community. She lived on the fifth floor, and because it was an old community, there was no elevator.

She walked up the stairs step by step. When she reached the fourth floor, a black shadow suddenly flashed through the window on the fifth floor. It was so fast that Zhou Qian still noticed it.