If she didn't have a partner, she would just grab her bag and leave, even if she had a mission in the middle of the night. But now, there's this guy who throws tantrums at her just because he's a bit good-looking and can make her happy in bed.
When she left, Boss Nie was still sitting motionless on the bed.
She looks angry, and the kind of person you can't appease.
Of course, she didn't know that at this moment, Nie Zhao was completely naked, hands on his hips, on the fourth-floor rooftop, still looking at her and Song Yuanchao with resentment in his eyes, as they soared into the distance like birds released from their cages.
She said, "I'm sleepy, I need to sleep for a while. Wake me up when we get to our destination."
Song Yuanchao immediately turned down the air conditioning and said, "If you want to sleep, take off your shoes and recline the chair; it will be more comfortable."
Chen Rou was exhausted after tossing and turning all night.
They don't even need a chair to sleep; they just tilt their heads to the side and fall asleep.
When she opened her eyes again, the entire car was swaying, and a huge, rumbling sound filled her ears. She had just woken up, and with a mechanical reaction, she reached for the pistol at her waist. But then she heard Brother Chicken's voice: "Miss Chen?"
Chen Rou's eyes: "Hey, Chicken Bro."
She gave him a thumbs up: "You dyed your hair again, a fiery orange, it suits you so well."
Chicken Bro, who loves to dye his hair, and One-Eye, who only has one eye, are actually secretaries under Master Er. Of course, don't let their unremarkable appearance fool you; they are just as clever as Secretary An.
Chicken Bro has a little hobby: he loves to dye his hair. One tuft of hair on his head turns red one day and white the next. For a while, he even dyed it green on a whim. Chen Rou thought it looked great, but someone probably reminded him that the color wasn't very auspicious, so he changed it to orange. Red means prosperity and good fortune, which is festive.
He opened the car door and said with a smile, "There's morning tea ready for you, Master Er is waiting for you."
This is a super-large cargo ship. It can't go very fast, but it can carry a lot. Song Yuanchao even drove his car on board. This is also Erye's own cargo ship, which specializes in running to the Philippines and has a navigation certificate.
Chen Rou got out of the car and looked around. The sun had just risen above the horizon.
She was a little unhappy: "Brother Chicken, Grandpa Er is old and has been traveling. You should have advised him to rest more. He didn't sleep much last night, and it's not even dawn yet. Why don't you let him go to sleep?"
Chicken Bro laughed and said, "Miss Chen, you underestimate Master Er. Over the years, he has never gotten up later than five o'clock."
He showed Chen Rou his watch again: "It's already 5:30. Normally, he would be up early and have breakfast by now. But today he's been waiting for you and hasn't had breakfast yet."
But upon looking at Song Yuanchao again, Chicken Brother was also shocked: "Dude, have you seen through the vanities of the world and become a monk?"
What else could Song Yuanchao say? He touched his bald head and said, "I caught lice a while ago, so I shaved my head to let my scalp recover."
Chicken Bro is very experienced in this area, and he almost made Song Yuanchao explode with just one sentence.
He asked considerately, "What about the bottom? Did you shave it?"
Song Yuanchao was taken aback: "What do you mean, 'above' and 'below'?"
Chicken Brother led them down to the cabin, saying as they walked, "Compared to head lice, pubic lice are the hardest to get rid of. You'd better shave them all at once, otherwise, what if you sleep with your wife..."
Chen Rou actually knew all about this, but Song Yuanchao got angry and suddenly stopped, blocking Chicken Brother's path: "Chicken Brother, please don't say such vulgar things in front of ladies, okay?"
Brother Chicken has always been from the lower class, and the women he meets are also from the lower class. In this era, pubic lice are as common as lice. He was doing this for Song Yuanchao's good, but he didn't even consider that Chen Rou couldn't stand this kind of thing.
He slapped him across the face and said, "Pah, pah, pah, look at my mouth, I deserve to be hit."
But then he whispered, "However, I still suggest you shave your pubic area too. You know about manganese lice, right? Soak it in water and wash it for a few days, and the pubic lice will be completely gone."
Chen Rou had already gone down to the cabin. Ah Wei, one of Master Er's most formidable men, happened to be passing by. He recognized Song Yuanchao because he was a frequent visitor, and was shocked when he heard the news: "Song Zi, you actually have pubic lice?"
He had a few henchmen behind him, and the rumors were getting more and more outrageous: "You got it from the red-light district, you're really unlucky."
And so, Song Yuanchao, who was originally tricked by Nie Zhao and was still innocent and a virgin, was soon, amidst everyone's gossip, not to mention his innocence, almost became the most notorious womanizer in Hong Kong.
He clenched his fists, speechless and frustrated, hating himself for being so stupid, making himself a sitting duck with just one sentence.
He took a deep breath and stomped his foot, finally managing to hold back, and said, "Move aside, I need to go down the stairs."
Pubic lice—this was the first time he had ever heard of such a species, but just hearing about it sent chills down his spine.
Of course, even in a melting pot like Hong Kong, Song Yuanchao would never make a fundamental mistake and allow himself to be infected with that disgusting stuff.
On the other side, Master Er was sitting cross-legged on a daybed, smiling as he brewed tea. Chen Rou had just arrived at the door and hadn't even entered yet when he said, "The tea is freshly brewed, Arou, come and drink with us."
Chen Rou entered the room and looked around: "Is there CCTV in this room?"
Master Er paused, his hand still: "Why would you ask that?"
Chen Rou smiled and sat down opposite the old man, saying, "Otherwise, how would you know it was me before I even stepped inside?"
Grandpa Er suddenly realized, handed over a cup of tea, and said with a smile, "I heard your footsteps, and they were different from others."
He added, "Your footsteps sound very similar to Erhong's; they're not heavy, but they're quite loud."
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