【252. Li Jiuzhao】
Cheng Qingxing saw off a few bosses and stood at the door of the hotel. He was shaky and almost unsteady on his feet.
Maybe because his center of gravity was unstable, he accidentally sat on the ground.
Someone around was calling his name, but he didn't know who was calling his name. He felt dizzy and couldn't tell anything clearly.
He sat on the cold floor, leaning against the pillar next to him, trying to sober himself up a little.
Now, Cheng Qingxing not only finds it difficult to think, but also finds it difficult to fall asleep.
His stomach felt uncomfortable and he wanted to vomit but he couldn't. Now he was like a wobbly tumbler. ,
"Cheng Qingxing, are you okay?"
It seemed to be the waiter's voice in his ear. He raised his hand and held the other person's arm.
"Trouble...trouble...vomit..." Cheng Qingxing didn't even get a word out as he lay on the waiter and vomited.
The waiter made a sound of disgust but did not loosen his hand.
After Cheng Qingxing vomited, he felt a little better. The waiter handed him a bottle of water and whispered, "Rinse your mouth. Tell me where your home is and I'll call a taxi for you."
He nodded, took the bottle of water with trembling hands, took a sip and spit it out, and felt a little better.
"This is my...my...business card, and the WeChat is also...yes...this phone number." Cheng Qingxing took out a business card from his pocket. "For taxi, clothes, water, and tips, just add it and send...send me a message, and I will reimburse...reimburse you."
The waiter didn't respond to him. He took the business card from his hand and asked impatiently, "You should be able to remember the address of your home, right?"
Cheng Qingxing subconsciously reported the address where he used to live, "Jianshe Road...Tonghua...Tonghua Elementary...Elementary School, Building B, Room 4302."
"Room 4302, Building B, Tonghua Community, Jianshe Road?" The waiter repeated his words, "Are you sure this is the address? If you report it wrong, you'll be in trouble."
Cheng Qingxing's brain was thinking about this question quickly, and then he slapped his thigh and said, "No! I moved!"
The waiter's hand that was typing suddenly stopped, he let go of Cheng Qingxing's hand and looked down at him.
Without the man's support, Cheng Qingxing fell directly to the ground, with the waiter's suit that was soiled by his vomiting next to him.
"Cheng Qingxing, I really don't have time to mess with you." The man said impatiently, "I'll give you ten seconds to think about it."
"Ten, nine, eight..."
The man's voice echoed in his ears. He slowly thought about the address of Zheng Xuhe's home, and then said softly: "Qingyue... Yue Road... Haishan Villa District... Building 1..."
The countdown suddenly stopped. The man looked down at him with a hint of displeasure in his eyes. "I didn't expect that I would really live with Zheng Xuhe."
Cheng Qingxing was trying hard to analyze the meaning of his words, but he really didn't have the ability to think at the moment, so he had no idea what the other person meant by saying this.
Not long after, the lights of a car hit Cheng Qingxing's face. He subconsciously closed his eyes. The man pulled him up with force and then stuffed him into the back of the car.
"Tail number 3067?" the driver asked.
"Yeah." The man responded, looking at the man who had lost consciousness in the car, "Qingyue Road Haishan Villa District 1."
"It seems that we can't drive in over there." The driver suddenly remembered this problem, "If no one helps to lead the way, we will be stopped at the mountain road."
"There are security guards at the door. They know the person in the car." The man sighed. "You are driving the famous star Cheng Qingxing. Just drive him there. There are plenty of people to pick him up."
After he finished speaking, he did not forget to stuff a few hundred-dollar bills into the uncle's pocket, "Thank you for your help."
When the driver saw that the man was generous, he didn't ask any more questions and said directly: "I promise to take him home! Please rest assured."
The man smiled and nodded, looked at the car going away, sneered, and said nothing more.
"Master Li, how come you know Cheng Qingxing?" The heavily made-up woman came over and took his hand. "Old friend?"
"Not really." Li Jiuzhao put his arm around the woman's waist, his tone tinged with sarcasm, "I came here to help him because I felt sorry for him."
The wavy-haired woman smiled slyly, looked at the clothes on the ground and said, "But your suit is dirty."
Li Jiuzhao paused, looked at the woman in his arms, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he let go of her hand.
"Master Li is angry?" The woman smiled gently, "I was just saying it casually, this suit——"
With a "bang", the woman fell heavily to the ground and sat on the ground.
The woman whimpered, looking a little annoyed.
The other party immediately knelt there and apologized to him, saying, "I'm sorry, Master Li, I talked too much. I won't dare to do it again next time."
Li Jiuzhao looked at the person who was holding his shoes tightly and apologizing, yawned, and kicked the woman away.
"It turns out that women still need to be changed frequently." Li Jiuzhao moved his wrist casually, then took out a card from his pocket and threw it directly to the woman.
"Okay, take the money and leave Jinghai. You will never be able to enter the gate of the Li family in your lifetime."
Upon hearing this, the woman kowtowed and apologized quickly, but Li Jiuzhao didn't even look at her and walked towards his Lamborghini.
He sat in the car, thinking of Cheng Qingxing's behavior just now, and felt inexplicably irritated.
Memories of high school once again came to his mind.
On a sunny afternoon, Cheng Qingxing was wearing a white T-shirt, the fabric fluttering softly in the breeze. He stood on the second floor and watched. The downstairs was particularly lively. Cheng Qingxing stood there, waving to the people around him. The smile on his face was as bright as the sun, making the girls watching scream continuously.
Cheng Qingxing started to run, his steps were light and powerful, his pace was getting faster and faster, like a ray of white light passing through his world.
He drew a perfect arc in the air and his body lightly passed over the bar. And Li Jiuzhao upstairs could clearly see his waistline, which was white and slender, just like when he had just hugged her, making people unable to help but touch it again.
"Fuck." Li Jiuzhao impatiently hammered the steering wheel in front of him, and the car horn made a "beep beep" sound.
"It's fucking crazy." Li Jiuzhao said impatiently.
He thought he would never meet Cheng Qingxing again in this life.
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