Jian Jing is a new face, but her name is familiar.

After the release of "Devil Doctor", it soon defeated many local works and entered the bestseller list, and it took more than half a year. The guests tonight are all insiders, and no one can ignore the rising numbers, and they all remember this name to some extent.

In order to perfunctorily deal with these boring social events, Jian Jing turned on the charm card and planned to fish in troubled waters with her looks.

The result was counterproductive.

She attracted the attention of most men.

There were too many men who approached her.

Too many.

Really too many.

"HI, this is the first time I see you, can I know your name?" Classic approach.

Jian Jing: Just now at the award ceremony, my name was on the big screen.

"Pretty girl, I never thought you were the author of the Devil Doctor. How did you come up with such a fascinating story in your cute little head?" The type who exaggerates and flatters.

Jian Jing: I solved the case myself, so what, you also want to be the protagonist of the unit?

"Sorry, I didn't see you here, oh, God, please give me a chance to make up for it." The type who directs and acts by himself.

Jian Jing: The wine is not yours, is this an apology? Almost ruined another skirt.

"Jane, nice to meet you, do you mind going outside with me to get some fresh air?" The type who speaks directly to the point.

Jian Jing: Mind.

...

The above are all her inner dramas. In fact, she replies to everyone in a friendly and polite manner.

"Jian Jing, Jian is my last name, yes, Jing means quiet, but my name is a word, simple and calm, concise & calm, I don't know if the translation is correct... Thank you for your compliment."

"Thank you for liking my work. This is taken from some real cases, no no, I'm not afraid..."

"Don't worry, my skirt is not wet."

"Sorry, I feel a little cold. It's okay, I don't need your coat, I'm fine."

This is the reality.

People kept coming to talk to her, changing the wine glasses in their hands again and again, and getting drunk. Jian Jing guessed maliciously that maybe among this group of well-dressed men, someone was deliberately forcing her to drink.

Dreaming.

She took the hangover medicine when no one was paying attention.

System product, never get drunk after a thousand cups.

But others didn't seem to know, and seeing that she drank a lot, someone immediately approached her to greet her.

The man called himself Smith, one of the largest booksellers in the United States. He was potbellied, half drunk, and had a red face, like a pink pig.

He said a lot of things, to the effect that he was very optimistic about her ability, and if the two sides cooperated, he could make Jian Jing the most popular foreign writer in the United States in less than three years.

"Honey, you have the ability to make people obsessed." He approached her intimately while pouring wine, trying to touch her shoulder.

But Jian Jing grabbed his wrist and squeezed it hard: "You are wrong, it is killing that makes people obsessed." She kept smiling, but her tone suddenly slowed down and she said coldly, "Everyone has a demon in their heart, the fear of drowning in the bathtub, the dagger in the dream, and of course..." Her

eyes fell on his wine glass. Under the light, the red wine looked like a glass of blood: "Poison in the wine."

Smith drank too much and asked in a daze: "Poison...poison?"

Jian Jing took away his goblet and put it against his mouth: "The wine is good, drink more."

Smith was suddenly forced to drink a glass of wine. He didn't have time to drink it, and he kept coughing. He was anxious and angry: "You, what did you give me to drink?"

"Wine." Jian Jing picked up the wine glass, and her voice suddenly became hoarse and rough, as if possessed by a demon, "I'll toast you another glass."

Smith was stunned, and turned around, but found that there was no one around her except him.

"Demons are everywhere." She said in a strange voice, "Are you scared?"

He stared.

Jian Jing changed back to her original voice and asked with concern: "Mr. Smith, what's wrong with you?"

Smith lowered his head, looked at the handprints that appeared on his wrist, and then looked at her - he knew the strength of Asian girls, as weak as lambs, how could they leave such deep bruises?

"Mr. Smith?" She was slightly tipsy, with a drunken confusion in her eyes.

"Are you scared?" She said again, with a weird smile.

Smith understood. Damn, this girl is possessed by a demon! !

Without saying anything, he turned around and left.

Jian Jing: "Tsk."

Foreigners are really superstitious. They believe this?

"Hello." A bystander came over to say hello. She was a woman in her forties with dark skin. "What did you say to him? How could he let that pig just go away like that?"

Jian Jing turned around with a wry smile on her face, but her guard in her heart did not drop: "Who are you?"

"Doreen Oliver, you can just call me Doreen." The elder sister introduced herself.

Jian Jing remembered that her novel won this year's science fiction award: "Jian Jing."

"Then I'll call you Jane." Doreen waved her hand, "Come and sit here with me, dear, you can't be alone anymore. In the eyes of those men, you are like a lost lamb, and anyone can take you away."

Jian Jing: "..." Did she use the charm card too much?

She followed Doreen to a corner, where there were several men and women sitting, all writers, but no publishers. They got to know each other and became familiar with each other.

And through them, she also verified her guess.

Smith was not a good person. It was common for him to harass women by abusing his power. For the sake of their jobs, and for the sake of their futures, most of the company's employees endured this loss.

Doreen said: "I splashed wine on his face and cursed him, 'Get lost, you dead pig.' If you dare to stop me, I will sue you for racial discrimination."

Jian Jing: "..." Real local characteristics.

"How did you scare him away?" Doreen was very curious.

"He said I was a 'devil'." Jian Jing pretended that her English was not very good, and said in confusion, "I said that it was my work, and he walked away with disgust on his face..."

Others: "You are a lucky girl."

The rest of the time was spent in gossip.

Most of the authors who won the AT Book Award are not real writers in the literary field. Some are housewives, and some write erotic novels part-time. Science fiction writers like Doreen are already very "writers", so they are not arrogant and exclusive, and the chat is quite pleasant.

After twelve o'clock, the dinner came to an end.

One of the writers hinted that we should go to his house to continue the high.

There were a few nods and a few shakes.

Jian Jing refused of course. This high is not that high, and these customs and characteristics should not be tried.

Doreen did not go, and asked her: "Do you want me to take you home?"

"No, I saw my companions."

Doreen did not force it, and handed her a business card: "Contact me when you are free." Jian

Jing accepted it.

On the other side, Kang Mucheng was shaking hands with someone and said goodbye. It seemed that they had a good conversation. Both parties said goodbye reluctantly.

But Jian Jing noticed something was wrong and ran over to support him: "Are you okay?"

Kang Mucheng calmed down and looked her up and down. Seeing that she was fine and didn't even look drunk, he was relieved: "Nothing, just drunk... Call Diane and ask her to pick us up. I'll go to the bathroom." He

sounded sensible, and Jian Jing felt a little relieved. She called for help as he said.

Diane had been on standby at the hotel. When she heard this, she immediately said: "I'll be there right away, ten minutes."

However, Kang Mucheng didn't come out of the bathroom until she came.

Jian Jing couldn't sit still anymore, so she knocked on the door tentatively: "Mr. Kang?"

There was no sound from inside.

"I'm coming in." She pushed the door open and walked in.

There was no one at the urinal or the sink. There was no doubt that the person was in the cubicle.

Jian Jing pushed the doors one by one. At this time, most of the people had left and the rooms were empty. There was no emergency. She pushed until she got to the third cubicle, but it was locked.

"Teacher Jian, where is Mr. Kang?" Diane poked her head in

. "Mr. Kang?" Jian Jing knocked on the door. "Can you hear me? Open the door. Kang Mucheng?"

No response.

Jian Jing winked at Diane: "Guard the door, don't let anyone in."

"Oh, okay." After the plane case, Diane developed an inexplicable trust and obedience in her, and immediately blocked the door and guarded it.

Jian Jing jumped up, grabbed the door panel, and peered inside.

Kang Mucheng was sitting on the ground, unconscious, and had passed out completely drunk.

She climbed down carefully, making sure not to step on him, opened the door, helped him up, and informed Diane: "He's drunk."

Diane hurried to help hold him up.

Thief Shen.

Jian Jing couldn't help but ask: "Does he usually drink like this?"

"Not often in China, we all know each other well." Diane whispered, "It happened a few times when we were doing business outside and didn't know the place."

Jian Jing sighed, money is hard to make.

She and Diane worked together to send Kang Mucheng back to the hotel room.

He didn't wake up at all, but fortunately he didn't vomit.

Jian Jing thought about it and felt embarrassed to exploit Diane. Secretaries and assistants have a lot of work to do and their own private lives. It is unrealistic to take care of people at night. She simply said, "You go back and I'll take care of him."

Diane had no doubts: "Okay, Teacher Jian, I'm in the next room, come to me if you need me."

"It should be fine, you should go to bed early." Jian Jing also felt sorry for her, "Your dark circles are too heavy, do you want an eye mask? Go to the makeup box in my room and get it."

Diane was moved: "I brought it, thank you."

Jian Jing gently drove away the former Watson.

Only she and Kang Mucheng were left in the room.

Jian Jing covered him with a quilt to prevent hypothermia, then used a pillow to cushion his head, let him lie on his side, and did not forget to wet a towel and put it on his forehead.

After a while, she felt that he had difficulty breathing, and then she remembered that he had not taken off his bow tie, so she quickly unbuttoned it. She saw that the buttons of his shirt were buttoned to the top, and she almost couldn't breathe.

"You will be exhausted if you sleep like this until tomorrow."

Jian Jing muttered, unbuttoned three buttons of his shirt, unbuttoned his cuffs, and finally loosened the adjustment straps of his trousers.

He obviously relaxed and fell into a drunken dream.

She couldn't help but poked him.

Of course Kang Mucheng didn't react.

She was amused and snuggled into the sofa to play with her mobile phone.

——Kang

Mucheng woke up because of thirst.

Headache, nausea, dry mouth, nausea... typical sequelae of drunkenness.

He tried to pry open his eyelids and wanted to get up to find water to drink. But the bedside lamp suddenly turned on, and the not-so-bright light hurt my eyes, and it took a while to see clearly.

"Jingjing?" He spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Water?" Jian Jing handed over a bottle of squeezed mineral water.

Kang Mucheng took it, drank it in small sips, and then felt his throat better.

"Are you sober?" she asked.

He said, "Headache, what time is it?"

"Three thirty, you can still sleep a little longer." Jian Jing yawned, "But I suggest you change your clothes first. Aren't you tired from sleeping like this?"

Of course I am tired.

It was like a corpse wrapped in plastic film... Stop. Kang Mucheng rubbed his forehead. After staying with her for a long time, he always had some inexplicable thoughts.

"Clothes." Jian Jing helped him take out his pajamas from the closet and threw them on the bed. She then grabbed his arm, pulled him up from his half-lying position, and put a cold towel on him. "Change before you go to sleep. I'm going back."

Kang Mucheng's brain was groggy, and he barely understood what she meant and nodded.

Then she left.

Although his brain was not working, his muscles still had memories. Kang Mucheng unbuttoned his clothes unconsciously. After groping for a long time, he couldn't find the button. He looked down and saw that most of it had been unbuttoned.

He reached down further and pulled the adjustment strap to its loosest position.

He held his head in his hands and tried to calm down.