To my favorite Wen Liang

Chapter 26 The hotel saves the girlfriend, meet him again!

"I'm the manager of the public relations department of Xishi Group. I'm here to take over our employees. Room 603." Wen Liang lied without changing his face.

"Oh."

The staff lengthened the ending and pointed to the elevator not far away, "The third one can go directly to the sixth floor, and the rest are single-floor stops. There is a special dressing room on the right hand side of the elevator."

"Thank you."

For this kind of distorted guess about the inexplicable, Wen Liang just laughed it off, there are too many people who have been misunderstood, and she is not the only one.

However, she reminded herself that she had to put on some pretty makeup, otherwise it would be difficult to take Qiao Mumu away from this kind of place.

With the beating of the digital panel, the elevator stopped on the sixth floor with a "ding--".

Wen Liang turned to the right to find the dressing room, found an inner compartment, and took out the cosmetics from the bag.

Inadvertently, I saw the hickey on my neck, shook my head with a wry smile, shook off the extra thoughts, applied a layer of masculine lipstick on my eyebrows with foundation, and then took out a half-empty black silk scarf put on.

With this seductive uniform and light makeup, even if she said she was not from the PR department, someone else would not be able to.

Pushing the door open, she left the dressing room.

……

At the end of the sixth floor, box 603 is deliberately separated, even if someone inside wants to call for help, people outside can't hear it at all.

After confirming the surrounding environment, Wen Liang quickened his pace, feeling a sense of uneasiness spreading in his heart. Just at this moment, he passed by a man who was approaching him, and the gap between his shoulders was too narrow. One accidentally ran into it.

She smiled politely and nodded lightly: "Sorry."

Before the man could reply, he hurried away.

The man recalled the flashing face just now, stared at her leaving back, paused, thoughtful.

Wen Liang felt like a snake was winding up her back, and she was spitting a message behind her ear. She felt a lot of goosebumps, and pushed open the door of room 603 again and again.

"Wen Liang!" Qiao Mumu, who was being pestered by the boss of the other company, ran towards her as if seeing a savior.

"This colleague from the public relations department is really beautiful. Sister Hua and Sister Hua really live up to the name." The man sitting on the sofa squinted his eyes with a look of embarrassment.

"This is Zhang Chenggong, the boss of Duyi." Qiao Mumu walked towards the sofa with Wen Liang, and whispered in her ear.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang." She held out her hand politely.

The environment here is quite good, with an elegant and simple European style, with four or five leather sofas connected together, and the five or six-story crystal chandelier above the head, this ostentation is probably enough to receive high-ranking city officials.

"Okay, okay, I don't know what to call this beauty?"

Zhang Chenggong grabbed her hand and stroked the back of her hand with the other hand. The eyes were full of lust, and the word "pornography" was almost engraved on it.

Being stared at like this and holding hands, anyone would feel uncomfortable. Qiao Mumu immediately wanted to rush up and free his best friend's hand, but Wen Liang stopped her with the other hand.

She smiled and replied, "Wen Liang, you can call me Xiao Liang."

"Oh, how unfamiliar does Xiaoliang sound? If you want to scream, you have to call him baby Liang!"

This name.

Both Wen Liang and Qiao Mumu had goose bumps all over their bodies and felt uncomfortable.

But no matter how uncomfortable he was, he had to get over it, and Wen Liang glanced upwards with a slight smile on his lips: "Well, the name is nothing more than a title, you can do whatever you want, I will respect you for this glass of wine first."

Wen Liang picked up the wine in front of him and drank it all in one gulp, with a shallow smile that was neither humble nor overbearing, very attractive.

Zhang Chenggong laughed loudly, raised his hand and clapped "Papa": "What a beautiful hero, worthy of being in the public relations department!"

Although her face was calm, her stomach was already in a tizzy, and she had a good capacity for alcohol, but she really couldn't stand the alcohol, and the degree was still so high, she was already in a trance.

"This cup is not enough, I have to come again! Then who, yes, baby Mumu will also come to drink, don't just sit around!"

Originally, Wen Liang's plan was to successfully get drunk with this one - after all, he had already drank a lot before, and once she and Qiao Mumu alternated, no matter how she could get him another bottle of white wine.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Chenggong, not to mention a good drinker, wanted to take the opportunity to touch the two of them.

Just when she was a little dizzy and wanted to lean back, Zhang Chenggong posted it: "You two beauties, are you tired? Why don't I take you up to rest?"

With that said, the hand was about to go to himself and Qiao Mumu.

A trace of cruelty flashed in her eyes, and the sneer at the corner of her mouth made people shudder. She deliberately moved her body a little closer to him, took advantage of the unpreparedness, snatched the wine bottle on the table and knocked it hard.

"Mumu, let's go!"

If it weren't for the tacit understanding between the girlfriends, as soon as the wine bottle was knocked down, the other side would have already run over to open the door. The two sang together and escaped from 603 before Zhang Chenggong could react.

"Well, I can't walk anymore, Wen Liang, I really want to sleep." Qiao Mumu looked at her with an aggrieved expression.

"We're here..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a roar came from behind her.

"It's them, chase after me!"

This belonged to Zhang Chenggong's roar, no less than the ancient urging talisman. The thoughts of rest and sleep disappeared in an instant, and there was only one string left in his mind, and there was only one word on the string.

run!
The two of them galloped frantically towards the elevator, and when they were about to arrive, the sharp-eyed Wen Liang discovered that the elevator was on the 12th floor, and only the escape ladder was available!

But the height of the first floor of the Four Seasons Hotel is fully three floors higher than that of other hotels. If you want to go down from the sixth floor, you may have to run away.

At that time, in the corridor on the sixth floor of the hotel, a group of submissive shareholder-level figures surrounded a person, and several bodyguards cleared the way on both sides.

A tall and straight young man walks in the center, striding like stars.

He walked against the light, with a stern face, and his short hair outlined his resolute and perfect facial features.

"This time, Mr. Huo, please speak well in front of your father for me!" Some compliments were indispensable around him.

"Well, I'll consider it." Huo Dongming said in a cold voice, his voice was naturally cool.

Another person came in and interjected, "Speaking of which, I haven't visited Chairman Huo in the old house for a long time, and I will definitely visit him someday. I'm still thinking about his superb chess skills!"

Hearing this, Huo Dongming's thin lips curved slightly, "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, his footsteps stopped naturally, and his eyes, like X-rays with strong penetrating power, stared at the figure that was rushing not far away with a cold arrogance.

Wen Liang just kept running with her head buried, and by the time she wanted to stop, it was already too late.

A pair of carefully polished leather shoes just caught her eyes, and the surrounding temperature suddenly became a little colder.

Wen Liang was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously looked up along the hem of her trousers, and the person in her eyes was not the man she wanted to avoid--Huo Dongming? !
"Huo Huo Huo! Huo Dongming!"

Qiao Mumu, who was following behind her, stopped in her tracks instantly, smiling a little awkwardly.

(End of this chapter)