Ji Xinghe looked at Zhao Zhen's dazed expression, but ultimately did not take the opportunity to leave.
He had just arrived in this parallel world, was unfamiliar with the place, had nothing, and didn't even know where to get his next meal. If he really left, it would be difficult to find a place to stay.
Although he had thought about not listening to anything inappropriate when he was under the bed just now, he was still able to hear something more or less because the distance was so close.
The Zhao Zhen in front of me is the agent of a relatively famous star. It sounds like he has a wide network of connections.
Ji Xinghe wanted to see if he could ask him for help. As for why he suddenly appeared here, Ji Xinghe had already thought of a preliminary explanation in his mind.
A few minutes later, looking at Ji Xinghe sitting on the sofa and putting on his mask again, Zhao Zhen finally regained some of his sanity.
At the same time, he had already determined in his heart that the person in front of him must not be a fanatical fan or something like that, there must be a misunderstanding!
If a person is so beautiful, how can Cheng Zhe's face still be attractive to him? Cheng Zhe is not even worthy of carrying his shoes!
Thinking of this, Zhao Zhen looked at the mask on Ji Xinghe's face with some disgust.
However, Zhao Zhen's attitude towards Ji Xinghe himself had changed 180 degrees. The way he stared at him was no longer like looking at a person, but as if he were a treasure unparalleled in the world.
Facing Zhao Zhen's gaze, Ji Xinghe's hands behind his back had already quietly clenched the fruit knife that he had just taken from the fruit plate.
You should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others.
As if sensing Ji Xinghe's silent vigilance, Zhao Zhen, who was a manager and very adept at reading people's expressions, quickly retracted his gaze and asked softly, "Are you thirsty? Would you like something to drink?"
Even the questions he asked were very cautious, for fear of offending the beauty.
It was a beauty, and a peerless beauty that Zhao Zhen, who was surrounded by handsome men and beautiful women in the entertainment industry, had never seen before. Before today, he had never even dared to think about it.
Upon hearing this, Ji Xinghe slowly let go of the fruit knife hidden behind him and wanted to wave his hand to indicate that he was not thirsty yet.
As a result, when he raised his hand, he couldn't help but let out a hissing sound.
It seemed that his arm was twisted badly by Zhao Zhen.
Ji Xinghe's cry of pain made Zhao Zhen, who had thought about the whole situation, react even more violently. The hand that had been pulling him down slammed against the wall with a dull thud. Ji Xinghe felt for his hand, but he seemed to feel no pain and continued to throw it against the wall.
Ji Xinghe, a grown man, couldn't just sit here and watch someone self-harm in front of him. Judging from the noise, a few more hits would probably break his bones. He quickly spoke up to stop them, "Don't do that, it hurts."
"Have you forgiven me?" Ji Xinghe's words were surprisingly effective. Zhao Zhen stopped as soon as he heard them and looked at Ji Xinghe with joy in his eyes.
What could Ji Xinghe do? He could only nod helplessly. At the same time, he secretly reminded himself that he had underestimated his current influence.
How could such a smart and capable agent become a bootlicker in just a short while?
"Great!" Zhao Zhen smiled, then hesitated for two seconds before continuing, "Can I ask why you're here? Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else. I just want to ask if you're in any trouble. Maybe I can help you? I'm just an agent, but I do have some influence in Shanghai."
Ji Xinghe's eyes lit up when he was about to say something when he heard a loud knock on the door. Someone shouted, "Brother Zhao? Brother Zhao! Brother Zhao, are you still in there? If you don't say anything, I'm going to ask the hotel staff to open the door!"
Hearing the noise, Zhao Zhen's face darkened, but he knew that he had no choice but to respond silently. He gave Ji Xinghe a soothing smile, then with a serious face, he quickly opened the door.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Cheng Zhe and a group of people standing at the door, including assistants, bodyguards, hotel staff, and even two people from the hotel security team who were carrying electric batons.
Zhao Zhen frowned, "What are you doing?"
Cheng Zhe, who was leading the group, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his agent was safe and sound. He finally had time to explain, "Just now, I was about to go to bed when Bai Lianjia called me and said that his assistant was interrupted when he was reporting to you on the phone. Then he vaguely heard some movement from your side, and heard you say something about someone and breaking the law, and then your phone was turned off.
After Bai Lianjia's assistant told him this, he didn't dare to take it lightly and quickly called me to ask me to find someone to check out what was going on.
As Cheng Zhe continued his story, Zhao Zhen remembered his forgotten phone. He shook his head calmly and said, "My phone must have been turned off. My friend came to visit and hid it under the bed, giving me a fright. It's okay."
After saying that, he nodded apologetically to the security team that came with Cheng Zhe, "I'm really sorry to bother you. I'm fine here."
"Are you really okay?" Cheng Zhe asked suspiciously. He was still a little worried, afraid that Zhao Zhen might be threatened, or that there might be a gun pointed at him in the house. He wanted to drag Zhao Zhen away from the door and send the security team inside to take a look.
Zhao Zhen knew his concerns and followed his movements, taking a few steps toward the wall outside the door. "Now you believe it, right? It's okay. It's just a friend of mine. It's too late. Let's all go back to bed."
Cheng Zhe finally believed that Zhao Zhen was really fine, and muttered, "What kind of friend would make such a joke? Could it be his girlfriend?"
After saying that, he looked into the house while Zhao Zhen wasn't paying attention.
Zhao Zhen's movements were faster than his. He stood at the door with a dark face, "Get out!"
After saying that, he closed the door without caring about the expression of the person outside.
Cheng Zhe, who was directly humiliated, had a bad expression on his face. He felt that his good intentions had been wasted. "Fuck! It's just a joke, is it that serious? I can't even look at her. I've seen countless beauties, are you afraid that I'll be dazzled by them? Who the hell does she think she is?"
The assistant following behind Cheng Zhe was helpless. When would Cheng Zhe change his personality of saying anything when he was unhappy?
Even if Cheng Ge's background is not simple, what good is there in getting into a fight with Zhao Ge? Zhao Ge is not an ordinary agent, and at most both sides will suffer losses.
Unfortunately, when gods fight, a small fry like him has no right to speak.
Zhao Zhen listened to Cheng Zhe's outspoken voice outside the door, as well as the voice of his assistant trying to persuade him to calm down. Gradually, the voices faded away.
In fact, Zhao Zhen himself didn’t know what Cheng Zhe’s mentality was, but his first reaction when Cheng Zhe was about to enter the room was to stop him.
Subconsciously, he didn't want anyone else to know about this, nor did he want anyone else to see the people in the room.
When something is too beautiful, it will always make people unconsciously develop the desire to possess it. This is the root of human nature.
"Who's here?" After Zhao Zhen came back, he was interrupted and the atmosphere in the room became silent again. Finally, Ji Xinghe, thinking that he needed help from someone, spoke up to break the silence.
Hearing Ji Xinghe's question, Zhao Zhen quickly replied, "They are the artists under my command. I have already asked them to leave. It's okay. Let's continue with the previous topic. How did you end up here?"
Zhao Zhen didn't want to tell Ji Xinghe too much about Cheng Zhe, so he changed the subject.
The conversation returned to normal. Ji Xinghe cleared his throat and began to speak, no, he made up his own life story.
"I was abducted by human traffickers when I was very young. I was so young at that time that I can't remember many things. Later, I had a high fever on the road. When I woke up, I only remembered that my home was in Shanghai. I couldn't remember anything else.
Before I recovered from my illness, I was dazed and sold to a man by human traffickers. He raised me, but he didn't live with me. He kept me in a very big house with a garden outside, lots of fun things to do, and books.
He seems to be very busy and can't come to accompany me often. Every time he leaves before saying a few words to me, I am usually left alone.
I want to go home, but every time I tell him that I want to go home, he becomes very angry, so I don’t dare to say it.
This time, I was reading in my room when I felt thirsty and went to get a glass of water. After drinking it, I felt very sleepy, so I went to sleep. When I woke up again, I found myself sleeping here.
I didn't know where I was and I was scared. Then I heard someone open the door and I hid under the bed."
This is the story that Ji Xinghe made up on the spur of the moment.
After listening to Ji Xinghe's explanation, Zhao Zhen looked confused. After thinking for a while, he asked, "You really don't remember how you got here?"
Ji Xinghe shook his head innocently, "I don't remember. Today was supposed to be my eighteenth birthday. The last time he came to see me, he said he wanted to celebrate my birthday.
He said that at the age of eighteen, one is an adult and can do things that only adults can do.
When he said that, the way he looked at me made me feel uncomfortable, as if something was going to happen. Thinking of his eyes, I suddenly didn't want to celebrate my birthday anymore.
This is actually pretty good. Although I don't know how I got here, no one has come to ask me to go back. I should be free now, right? I want to find my parents and go home.
It is indisputable that he is a blank slate in this world.
In today's technological society, as long as you are alive, you will definitely leave traces.
And what kind of person can leave no trace at all?
Combining the novels he read in his previous life and thinking about his current face, Ji Xinghe cleverly made up a resume for himself about "The Canary of a Rich Boss".
As for why he said he was eighteen, with his youthful face now, people would believe him if he said he was twenty-five or twenty-six.
What? You can't find any information about me?
That's none of my business. I know nothing. I'm just an innocent 18-year-old. It must be that the boss is too powerful.
I am such a clever kid. Ji Xinghe silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.
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