The romantic secret cover is ready, come and see me...
Lilemen is the most upscale den of luxury in the hearts of the wealthy people in Dengyuan.
The boss has a background in the entertainment industry and can hook up with many handsome and beautiful young stars. The entertainment industry concentrates the best appearance resources. The wealthy who come here to spend a lot of money often feel that the experience is better and more face-saving.
Wen Zichuan thought that he was only there to make a few appearances.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the room, the music stopped, the disco stopped dancing, and everyone looked over at him, greeting him: "Teacher Wen!"
"Hello, Teacher Wen!"
"Good evening, Teacher Wen!"
After the show aired, what Wen Zichuan found most outrageous was the fans picking him up and dropping him off at get off work.
When he attended an event, the walk from getting out of the car to walking into the venue was only a dozen steps, and the screams of fans lining the road to see him off were so deafening that his ears were ringing.
But for fans, it's not easy to come all the way to see him. It's like venting the enthusiasm that has been accumulated for a long time all at once, and it's not excessive in any way.
Tonight, General Manager Wei booked the entire Li Le Men venue, and all the attendees were familiar faces. Everyone let go of their usual work restraints and had a great time clinking glasses, singing, and dancing to celebrate the show's successful debut!
Among them, the two protagonists who became extremely popular, Wen Zichuan and Wei Xiaoming, are the "main contributors" to all this. Their sudden surge in popularity can give everyone a reassurance in this industry that is extremely dependent on traffic.
Therefore, they all sent heartfelt and well-intentioned greetings to the new top star in front of them.
Wen Zichuan straightened his collar, walked over with a smile and waved to them.
The rhinestones on the watch reflected brilliant light. Amidst the cheers and compliments, although Wen Zichuan appeared to be relatively calm, he still felt a little unreal.
At this moment, the value of the "golden saying" in the entertainment industry is still increasing: when you are not famous, you are surrounded by bad people; when you are famous, you are surrounded by good people.
For example, now, Wen Zichuan was a little tired and didn't want to dance, so he found a booth to sit down and rest. Although someone invited him, after he refused, the other party did not force him.
When the bartender came to serve the wine, he very patiently introduced the characteristics of various wines. He felt it was too noisy and he couldn't hear clearly. The bartender smiled and handed him the menu, saying that he could press the service bell at any time if needed.
Later, when someone came to toast him, he would clink glasses with him very politely and say some polite words. He would not urge him to drink more, and he would not use inappropriate words or actions, so as not to make him feel uncomfortable or embarrassed.
Wen Zichuan leaned on the soft and comfortable backrest, and took a long breath under the influence of alcohol.
No wonder celebrities, big and small, try their best to get promoted to the top. Making money is one aspect, and the other aspect is the feeling of being respected and valued at work, which really makes people feel good.
Working alongside a top star, Leng Sui felt quite proud. He filled both cups and said, "The rules for tonight are that anything you spend in the venue will be paid for by President Wei. But if you want to take someone out, you'll be responsible for it yourself."
"Take him out?" Wen Zichuan could guess what it meant, but he was still a little shocked.
"Whether it's a favor or a deal, it all depends on one's ability." Leng Sui raised his head and gulped down the whole cup.
Wen Zichuan shook his wine glass slightly, tilted his head to the side, and looked at the excited men and women in the scene.
They said they were singing and dancing, but in fact, many of them had already fallen in love with each other, and touching each other a few times was considered good. There were also a few couples who quietly hid in the shadows, hugged each other and kissed passionately as if no one was around.
Of course, everyone is very open, there are men and women, men and men, and women and women.
In this regard, Wen Zichuan is conservative, but since it is his first time in such an environment, it is difficult for him not to be infected by the surging enthusiasm of others.
The men and women on the dance floor may not know each other at all, but as long as they are "attracted" to each other, they can have a free and unrestrained encounter. Even if they go their separate ways after dawn, they will not feel that anyone must be responsible for whom or who has let whom down.
"You should be familiar with this place, right? Why don't you go out and play for a while?" Wen Zichuan asked Leng Sui.
"My duty is to protect your safety." Leng Sui answered like a set program.
"It's okay, I'm safe now." Wen Zichuan smiled, took a few sips of wine, and began to blush.
"There are enough rooms reserved. You can get a room card and then go to rest. I have been drinking and cannot drive. If you insist on going back to Tianchen Lake, I will call a designated driver for you." Leng Sui understood his work and rest schedule. Unless there were special circumstances, he would go back to bed early after work.
"I'm going out for a walk," Wen Zichuan stood up, "to get some fresh air."
The casual words made Leng Sui feel like he was electrocuted. He tightly grasped his wrist and said, "Don't leave Lilemen. If you want to leave, call me in advance."
Leng Sui's finger bones were very hard and his palms were very hot. Wen Zichuan didn't like physical contact with people, so he immediately shook him off: "I know, it's not the first time I've been out with you."
The relationship between Wen Zichuan and Leng Sui is like that of enemies tied in the same boat. Although they dislike each other, he cannot do without such a reliable bodyguard by his side.
Moreover, Leng Sui's character can only be described as stubborn. No matter how you try to coax or persuade him, it never works. Occasionally, lying to him might have some effect.
Wen Zichuan went to the bathroom and when he came back he passed by the front desk and asked the waiter for a room card.
The waiter actually knew him and specially gave him an SVIP suite, claiming that it had the best environment and the most complete facilities.
Just as the waitress lowered her head to register, Wen Zichuan glanced at the PAD in her hand. SVIP was a separate selection button. He had already registered in the room before him, and the name left was "Wei".
In an instant, he understood everything. It was true that President Wei wanted to avoid suspicion, but how could he really bear not seeing Wei Xiaoming for a month or two?
He made such a big scene and arranged so many tricks, wasn't it just to cover up?
No matter how others are doing, he must have been accompanying his little lover and doing what he should be doing.
This also explains why Wei Xiaoming went to an event with him in the afternoon, but not only did he not show up in the evening, he also didn't even reply to a single message.
Wen Zichuan was feeling very annoyed, so he didn't go back to the booth, but went to the terrace instead.
Li Le Men is located in the concession area during the Republic of China period and is a French-style townhouse.
Looking up from the terrace, the building's facade conforms to the standard central axis symmetrical design. The Mansard-style roof tilts upward, and narrow dormer windows extend out, like the eyes of some kind of animal growing on the top of its head, specifically for detection.
To match the classical architectural style, the terrace railings are planted with red roses.
I heard that even when it is not in bloom, there are gardeners who will send roses from the greenhouse to replace them every few days, as if the roses will never wither and romance will last forever.
Wen Zichuan leaned on the railing to enjoy the breeze. The terrace faced the street, and downstairs was the intersection of two avenues. BMWs were carrying people from the wealthy village to their next appointment in the dark night.
He flipped through a few pages of contacts and finally found the silly Shiba Inu avatar. He sent three messages in a row, one sentence at a time.
"I'm at Lilemen."
"If you don't come."
"I just dance with others."
The other party's reply popped up almost instantly: "I'll do it."
When he received the news, Cheng Sizhou was busy looking for a house.
The new hall of the Lantern Festival was completed in September. Although the exhibition area has not yet been opened to the public, all functional departments have been moved to Shujiashan.
Not surprisingly, he was transferred from the Cultural Heritage Center to the Printing Room. His performance-based salary was gone, and his monthly salary was cut in half.
According to the agreement with police officers Zhou Han and Han Zhao, all his actions should remain the same until the police have a definite conclusion.
Cheng Sizhou tried his best to remain calm, but the most difficult thing at the moment was not how to find and punish the murderer, but that he had no money.
Deng Bo's salary was not high to begin with. After working for a few years, he saved about 200,000 yuan, which was enough to cover his daily expenses, but when he needed money urgently, it was simply a drop in the bucket.
After the demolition of Yangliuan, he rented a single room near his workplace, with a monthly rent of 5,000 yuan; when going to Longji Mountain, he was the nominal victim, and he paid for hiring the Liu brothers, including the equipment and devices, which cost almost 100,000 yuan; and Xiao Liang, he had no social security and medical insurance, and the hospitalization expenses, food and nutrition expenses were endless. Just hiring two caregivers to take turns watching him day and night cost 800 yuan a day.
After coming out publicly, he hardly ever returned home. Even though his parents were a way out, he couldn't afford to lose face asking them for money to live when he was almost 30 years old.
Just in the past two days, Cheng Sizhou asked the landlord to cancel the lease. He also went to cancel the lease as he still had a few fitness classes to go.
He carried his suitcase and asked an agent to find a new place to live, but he searched for a whole day but still couldn't find a suitable one.
It was dark and he had nowhere to go, so he could only sit on a bench in the municipal park to rest for a while. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took out his cell phone, he received a message from Wen Zichuan.
The autumn night wind is no longer so hot, but instead has a refreshing coolness.
While waiting, Wen Zichuan accepted toasts from several of his colleagues. He was a little tipsy, but not drunk at all.
He leaned on the edge of the railing, smiling at the traffic and the pedestrians. This sense of anticipation was the most luxurious delayed gratification for him. He emptied his heart, waiting to be filled up in an instant.
Finally, finally, Cheng Sizhou appeared.
He turned off the sidewalk and walked to the bottom of the terrace. He raised his head and smiled indifferently at Wen Zichuan.
Wen Zichuan looked at him, wearing a casual white shirt, slim suit pants, and a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses that he seldom wore.
But even with such a simple outfit, he is so eye-catching and beautiful. No matter how gorgeous the neon lights, how majestic the skyscrapers, or how exquisite the commercial streets are, they all become his background in an instant.
Cheng Sizhou walked towards the main entrance, and Wen Zichuan ran downstairs like the wind.
Before the waiter took the box from Cheng Sizhou's hand, Wen Zichuan dived into his arms.
"I miss you so much." He expressed it so eagerly that he didn't even bother to address her.
"Me too." Cheng Sizhou patted his back lightly, signaling him to let go first.
Wen Zichuan reluctantly took a half step back, and when he saw the suitcase, he asked, "Are you going on a business trip tomorrow?"
Cheng Sizhou didn't dare to look him in the eye: "Yeah."
Wen Zichuan continued to ask: "Where are you going? How long will you be gone?"
Cheng Sizhou smiled and said, "...It's not far. Go to Xueqiao and come back in three to five days."
The waiter was very considerate and stored Cheng Sizhou's luggage. When handing over the wristband, he also asked if he needed a delivery service.
As soon as Cheng Sizhou said "No need", Wen Zichuan grabbed his fingers and dragged him upstairs.
The SVIP suite is extravagantly luxurious, with a blend of modern and classic elements reflecting an ultra-high-end aesthetic. All products used are luxury brands, and there is nothing it lacks in terms of facilities, such as a bathroom with a private bath and a living room with a gym.
Although Cheng Sizhou had contacts with many dignitaries, he was mostly busy with official business, and no one would risk being punished by the disciplinary inspection committee by showing off their wealth in such a high-profile manner.
It is conceivable that this can only be the work of the big boss Wei Jingwei.
"I reek of alcohol. I'm going to take a shower first." Wen Zichuan's face flushed, his eyes sparkling. "When I'm done, it's your turn."
Cheng Sizhou looked at him for a while longer and became fascinated and obsessed. After a while, he obeyed his command and replied "OK".
The service at Lilemen is very considerate. Perhaps those who come here tonight and sleep in the same bed are not lovers, so they use hundreds of fresh red roses to make a heart pattern on the white quilt.
Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom and smelling the sweet fragrance of love, Cheng Sizhou's heart was beating wildly.
He held his chest and breathed heavily, almost having the urge to run away again.
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