Chapter 49 Chapter 49 My wife Jiang Yue doesn't need
Wen Yao shook her head. "If I knew, I wouldn't ask you." Then she speculated, "Is she thinking that our men all like Lu Wan, and that the enemy of my enemy is my friend? She wants to join forces with me, right?"
After she finished speaking, she began to feel that something was wrong. Words like "our men"... weren't they a bit inappropriate?
Jiang Yue turned his head and looked at her. She quickly explained, "I meant she thought."
Jiang Yue obviously didn't care about such a trivial matter. He replied, "From what I know about her, she doesn't think highly of you, even as a teammate."
The elevator just arrived at the floor. Jiang Yue finished speaking and pulled her out. However, Wen Yao leaned against the wall of the elevator, expressionless and cold, saying, "I'm not going. I'm not feeling well."
"What's wrong with you..." Jiang Yue was halfway through his words when he remembered what he had just said. Combining it with the irritated expression on her face, he realized that she was throwing a tantrum.
But in fact, he had no intention of slandering her. He was just speaking the truth based on the facts.
"I said that she looks down on you, not that you are unworthy of her attention. Have you forgotten that she is a useless female supporting role, and her character is 'looking down on others'." Jiang Yue felt amused and patiently explained to her.
This was rare, as he usually didn't bother to pay attention to her, so Wen Yao was very surprised by his special explanation and felt much better. However, she didn't understand why he had a smile on his face while he was talking.
Is it funny?
Someone came to the elevator. Wen Yao glared at him and followed him out of the elevator without holding a grudge.
Actually, rationally speaking, what he said makes sense.
Jiang Chen really looked down on her. In Jiang Chen's eyes, how could a poor woman from a small town be qualified to join forces with her? Even if he took the initiative to approach her, he might be despised and ridiculed, let alone condescending to please her.
Relatively speaking, Jiang Chen should look up to Jiang Yue as a teammate. Could it be that she wants to join forces with Jiang Yue?
Wen Yao felt that she should persuade Jiang Yue. If this was true, this was not a good idea. If the villains joined forces, they would only die more miserably in the end.
At this time, Jiang Yue stopped in front of a guest room and turned around: "I'll go in later, you wait for me in the lounge over there."
At the end of the corridor three rooms away from this guest room was a rest area with sofas and coffee tables. It was empty at the moment. Wen Yao nodded and stepped back a few steps to make sure that the people inside would not see that Jiang Yue had brought a woman with him.
At this time, Jiang Yue knocked on the door, and soon the door opened from the inside. She heard the two people greeting each other. The other party's voice did not sound young, but the tone was like that of a very excited person, and he spoke very happily. Then Jiang Yue was invited in and the door of the room was closed.
Wen Yao walked to the rest area and sat down.
In the original plot, after Jiang Yue went down from the 30th floor, he met Guan Xiaoya for the second time on the 25th floor. The two of them had just exchanged a few words of greeting. At this time, Jiang Yue had no intention of sleeping with Guan Xiaoya, and Guan Xiaoya was not so eager to seduce Jiang Yue because she happened to be hooking up with a first-line director who was also very fond of her. However, the elevator broke down and they were locked in the elevator.
A man and a woman were alone in the dark and dangerous place. One of them was sanctimonious and the other was a top-notch green tea. They had been alone in there for half an hour. How could they not roll into bed?
So their relationship progressed rapidly afterwards. Guan Xiaoya quickly kicked the director out and devoted herself to Jiang Yue. Jiang Yue, on the other hand, suffered repeated failures in his career, so he also sought comfort from the gentle and lovely Guan Xiaoya. In the end, Guan Xiaoya used her pregnancy as a trick and successfully became Mrs. Jiang.
Now her and Jiang Yue's plan is, first, to take another elevator to go downstairs; second, she will accompany him every step of the way. In this way, even if they bump into Guan Xiaoya, even if the elevator still breaks down, there are three of them, and the man and woman should not be able to create any sparks.
At this time, a boy in his twenties came over to the lounge area and sat on another sofa next to her. The boy was playing a game on his phone. She glanced at him casually and found that it was the same game she was playing.
I couldn't help but feel excited. I didn't expect to meet like-minded people here.
While playing, the boy said to his friend: "I'm telling you, you should train that Shura. He's definitely the strongest in the whole place. This one is my biological son, no doubt about it."
"Just buy the skills and smash that Dark Night Soul Devourer to death."
"That's what you said. I'm going to practice now. Anyone who lies is a puppy. You treat me." said the companion over there.
"I told you, if you lied, I'll give you my five-colored stone!"
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
When Wen Yao heard about the five-colored stone, she felt sorry for the boy because it was a very important item in the game and it might take a month of extreme luck to get one.
The boy stopped talking at this point, and Wen Yao couldn't help but remind him, "You can't practice Shura anymore, and you can't buy the Dark Night Soul Devourer technique, because in the next game update, the Dark Night Soul Devourer's combat effectiveness will be weakened, and Shura will become a second-tier profession."
The boy looked at her in disbelief: "How is that possible? Shura's fighting power has never been weakened."
"It has been weakened this time." Wen Yao said.
The reason she knew this was because the prototype of this game was in her world. When she was typing this, Shura was indeed the strongest, but not long after she finished typing that paragraph, a new version of the game came out in her world. The combat effectiveness of the Shura profession was greatly weakened, and players wailed.
So normally speaking, the Shura profession in this world will also be weakened. At that time, spending money on Shura will be like joining the National Army in 1949, which is simply a miserable world.
The boy hesitated for a moment and muttered, "I'll call my classmate."
The boy immediately started making a phone call, and Wen Yao listened nearby. The general content was that the boy asked his classmate to find out from his cousin's second uncle whether the new version of a certain game would weaken the Shura profession. The second uncle happened to be one of the shareholders of this game.
Wen Yao was so shocked when she heard the content that she almost fell off the sofa. This five-star hotel is different. What kind of people live in it? She can find the shareholders of the game she plays with just a random phone call.
She thought she had golden fingers, but she didn't expect that rich people had even thicker golden fingers.
It took fifteen minutes and two rounds of phone calls to find out that the shareholder confirmed the matter... Maybe he asked someone in the planning department, they are really resourceful.
After getting the answer, the boy started talking to his previous companion again: "I've thought about it, you should practice as a support. With your level of operation, you can't play Shura."
"Who are you looking down on? You can't have fun!"
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The two argued for a while, and the companion chose to practice another profession.
The boy looked up at her and asked, "How do you know? Are you one of their shareholders?"
Wen Yao shook her head. "No, I just... well... got some information." She could only make up a story.
The boy didn't care and asked her, "What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for someone."
The boy looked at her, then at the corridor in front, with a playful expression on his face: "Waiting for my uncle? He has booked this entire floor, and he's the only one in here."
Wen Yao was surprised: "Your uncle? Zhou Zesheng?" After saying that, she realized that it was not polite and changed the subject: "Mr. Zhou?"
The boy nodded: "Yes, are you waiting for him?"
Wen Yao saw the look on the boy's face and knew he had misunderstood. What could a young woman, dressed up in all her finery, waiting for a wealthy, successful man outside a hotel room do?
In order to clear her name, Wen Yao explained, "No, I was waiting for my husband. He went to talk to Mr. Zhou about something."
The boy's expression was no longer playful. Instead, he looked at her with some surprise and immediately asked, "Boss Jiang, are you Boss Jiang's wife?"
Wen Yao nodded and said, "Jiang Yue, my name is Wen Yao."
"Hello, Mrs. Jiang." The boy greeted her, trying to hide the interest on his face with a calm expression, and looked at her several times.
Wen Yao knew that it must be because he had also heard the gossip about Jiang Yue.
He was broken off from engagement before the wedding, his fiancée married his younger brother, and he had a flash marriage with an ordinary woman to save face. This kind of ethical news is really interesting, and it's normal for people to take a few more glances.
Neither of them had much to say, and there was no reason for the boy to ask her for gossip until a few minutes later when they heard the door open in the hotel room. They looked up and saw Zhou Zesheng escorting Jiang Yue out of the room.
"It's out." The boy said to Wen Yao.
The two people over there heard the noise and turned around. The boy stood up and called out "Uncle", and Wen Yao also stood up.
Zhou Zesheng glanced at Wen Yao, then at Jiang Yue, and asked, "Who is this..."
"It's my wife." Jiang Yue said.
At this time, Wen Yao and the boy had already walked to the front of the room. Wen Yao greeted Zhou Zesheng and called him "Mr. Zhou".
Zhou Zesheng laughed and said, "Mrs. Jiang is worried, so she followed me? They really are just newlyweds!"
Wen Yao smiled shyly. Jiang Yue was about to take her away when Zhou Zesheng suddenly said, "That's perfect. Mrs. Jiang, let me try the drink I just mixed!" He then walked into the room. After a moment, he took out a green cocktail and proudly said, "This is called Green Ice Heart. Try it. If you have any opinions, feel free to tell me, but I won't accept them. All the girls who have tried it like it."
As he said that, he handed the cup to Wen Yao.
Wen Yao was scared when she saw the half-cup of ice in the glass. When she touched the glass, her lower abdomen ached from the cold.
"I didn't expect Mr. Zhou could mix cocktails." She complimented with a smile.
Zhou Zesheng was even more proud: "It's just a little hobby." He looked at Wen Yao expectantly, and it was obvious that mixing cocktails and getting praised was his pleasure.
Jiang Yue supported Wen Yao and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou, my wife..."
Wen Yao quietly tugged at his clothes, picked up the wine glass, took two sips carefully, and then drank the rest of the wine in big gulps.
"I know he's going to say I don't understand wine, but for someone like me who hasn't had much, I really like it. It's sweet, sour, and refreshing. A small sip gives me a secret crush, but a big gulp is refreshing and refreshing. It's better than anything I've had before," Wen Yao said. She could talk nonsense about sentimental things, even write a short essay about these few sips.
Zhou Zesheng said excitedly, "Yes, it's a secret crush. Oh, you said you don't understand wine, but you clearly understand the feelings of a bartender like me. I've decided to give it a new name, Secret Love!"
"Haha, how vulgar." Zhou Zesheng's nephew interrupted.
Wen Yao said: "Hopeless love, sell it to the heartbroken people in the bar."
"Yes, this is good, hopeless love!" Zhou Zesheng was beaming with joy, as if he had become the new king of cocktails.
Wen Yao hoped that Zhou Zesheng would have a better impression of Jiang Yue because of this glass of wine, if Jiang Yue really cared about him.
His personality made it difficult for Jiang Yue to attract people with his personal temperament, because he was casual, innocent, lively, optimistic, and childlike. On the other hand, Jiang Yue was reserved, serious, earnest, arrogant, and conceited, which could be said to be exactly the type of person Zhou Zesheng hated.
As they got off the elevator, Wen Yao was about to ask him how the meeting went and whether it met his expectations, but Jiang Yue spoke first: "Don't use your romantic thinking to consider the business world. When he and I discussed cooperation, we were both concerned about the benefits the other party could bring to us, not personal preferences. I, Jiang Yue's wife, don't need to sacrifice myself to please him."
Wen Yao was a little unconvinced: "But making him happy is better than making him unhappy, right? He just hopes that someone can taste his achievements."
"But are you really willing? Do you want to drink that glass of wine? Besides, even if you want to drink it, just take a sip. Why do you have to drink the whole glass? Is it those two pills that gave you the confidence?" Jiang Yue scolded her.
Wen Yao stopped talking. Firstly, she was angry and aggrieved, and secondly, her stomach started to hurt again. It was a piercing pain, as if her whole body was filled with ice. She was sweating profusely and leaned against the elevator, unable to utter a word.
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