Your Most Faithful Companion

Standing two steps away, Jiang Che was slightly surprised by this sudden hands-on.

Cen Sen's temperament has been quiet since he was a child, and he is a bit inconsistent with his peers. He has never bothered to argue and fight with unnecessary people.

If he really offends him, he will also choke the opponent's pain points in a more direct way, and fight back accurately without seeing blood.

The last time I saw him do something... Jiang Che thought about it carefully and was even more surprised, because this was actually the first time he saw Cen Sen do it.

The heavy metal music in PUB is still deafening, dynamic and enthusiastic, and the colorful lights are still dimly changing. In the dim night, the weirdness is intertwined, and the desire is hidden in it.

The air near the deck was filled with the smell of nicotine and alcohol, but it was difficult to conceal the faint smell of blood.

Cen Sen grabbed the man's collar and lifted him from the seat, then pinched his neck, his finger bones were cold, and veins were faintly visible on the back of his hand.

The man's forehead was still bleeding from his eyebrows and eyebrows, and his lips, which were rapidly discolored due to lack of oxygen and fear, became paler against the thick blood.

Cen Sen didn't mean to let go, his eyes were cold like blocks of ice, low, no temperature, and blood on his face seemed nothing in front of him.

The girls who had just talked about Ji Mingshu with a man were so frightened that their hands and feet were weak, and after screaming, they panicked and asked for help.

But soon, Cen Sen's bodyguards swarmed in. They wore black suits, were sturdy and burly, and looked just as indifferent as their boss.

They stood outside the deck to **** Cen Sen, as if it didn't matter if there was a life inside, but they made it clear: no one is allowed to help.

In fact, Cen Sen seldom appeared in front of people in the past two years. Most of the dudes who have been in the night market have difficulty matching him with Prince Jun Yi, but with Jiang Che’s presence today, a fool can also detect his identity. .

There were still some people who wanted to take care of the nostalgia, but they all stopped thinking and retreating. After all, no one wanted to offend the future head of the Cen family for the insignificant passerby.

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Others can leave it alone, but Zhang Er, the nightclub owner can’t leave it alone.

I heard that those from the Cen family and the Jiang family came by and beat people to death. Zhang Er's scalp was numb, and he was crying.

What kind of trouble are these.

On the day of the opening of the birthday party, his wife ran for an operation! He only dared to accompany the smiling face.

Today, the master who has not been seen for thousands of years also ran to this small temple, and still did not look back all the way in the direction of killing people. How many people in Beijing do not seek to be motivated and open nightclubs, why is he so unlucky? !

"Brother Sen!" Zhang Er saw that the man was pinched so he was almost out of breath, and called Cen Sen one after another, his heart almost stopped and died with the man, "Why are you here? Ouch, I just heard people talk about it, blame me, blame me!"

Jiang Che slightly raised his hand to stop him, and his voice was lazy, "Don't worry, he has his own way."

How can it be in a hurry? !

If he causes life in this situation, the old man in the family can't chop his hands and feet to confine him? !

Zhang Er couldn't get in outside, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys seemed to be fried on an iron plate, and the fire was scorching, so he could only tremble to light Jiang Che's cigarette, hoping to inquire about the specific situation from the prince.

But Jiang Che didn't like to deal with people like them, so he glanced at him and mocked: "You dare to open a nightclub."

Zhang Er wanted to say something. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Cen Sen loosening his hand and throwing the person on the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief. The cold sweat also soaked the back of the T-shirt into a tone.

Cen Sen stood there without moving. No one knew. In fact, for a moment, he really didn't take into account what Jiang Che called "provision."

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Hearing the movement, Shu Yang came out of the private room and looked down with both hands on the railing.

Just as the lamp ball was spinning, the light reflected on Cen Sen's sharp and angular profile, and the blood on the white lining neckline was a bit shocking.

"Fuck, what's wrong with Seng Ge?" He was dumbfounded.

Li Wenyin also stepped forward slowly, put on the railing lightly, and watched the man downstairs wiping his hands slowly.

Shu Yang remembered something and was about to warn Li Wenyin, but Li Wenyin watched for a while, then suddenly turned and left without saying a word. He chased behind and shouted twice, and people stepped into the elevator first.

When this happened downstairs, Zhang Erzheng mobilized people to clear the field, and by the way asked people to drag the half-dead brother to wait for the ambulance.

The music stopped, and the lights continued to blur the night scene.

Li Wenyin went downstairs and stood outside the bodyguards and suddenly shouted, "Cen Sen!"

Cen Sen did not respond and did not look back.

She continued to ask: "Can I talk to you alone?"

Jiang Che didn't like to mix up, he was about to withdraw, but Cen Sen glanced at him and motioned to stay, and then sat beside the uncleaned pool of blood, and said coldly, "What are you going to talk about?"

The bodyguard turned slightly to the side and let Li Wenyin into the deck.

Li Wenyin didn't sit down, and stood in front of Cen Sen, with a gentle and quiet voice, "I heard that Shu was divorcing you for the movie? You called me that night. I didn't think the matter had reached such a serious point. Sorry."

She lowered her eyes slightly.

Cen Sen did not speak, nor looked at her.

Jiang Che was sending messages to his girlfriend, and he didn't want to listen to these women's tricks.

Li Wenyin kept his eyes down, and continued: "At the beginning I thought I could recruit good people and not avoid old people, but I didn't expect that it would still hurt you. Jun Yi should withdraw from the capital. I am really sorry."

"But for the movie, I think I have the right to continue shooting." She suddenly raised her head again, looking straight at Cen Sen, her eyes open and clear, "This has nothing to do with you. In essence, it's not about filming or not. It's all my own business. I hope we can't be lovers or friends, or at least not be enemies."

"I know that depending on your personality, there is no idea that cannot guarantee the smooth release of my movie. I have conflicts with Mingshu, but this is a matter between me and her. We will solve it by ourselves, Asen, you Shouldn't get involved between us..."

"Ji Mingshu is my wife."

Before Li Wenyin finished speaking, Cen Sen bluntly interrupted.

He unbuttoned the blood-stained shirt at the neckline and looked up at Li Wenyin calmly.

"Miss Li, I thought it was very clear on the phone last time. No one stopped you from making a movie and doing your own thing. But what I want to do is also my own business."

"Also, you and me are me and you. Me and Ji Mingshu are us. Do you understand."

Jiang Che didn't raise his eyes when he heard this sentence. He sent a sentence to Zhou You, a girlfriend who pretended to inadvertently test a certain company scandal, "She and I are me and her, and you and I are us. Do you understand?"

The other side was silent for a moment, and sent back a little girl nodding emoticon.

Jiang Che took a sigh of relief, knowing that this meant satisfaction.

But Li Wenyin couldn't feel relieved.

There was even a rumbling in her mind. All this, including Ji Mingshu's uncontrollable divorce, was in her expectation. How could...?

She didn't understand which link was wrong, and she didn't want to think in the direction that Cen Sen liked Ji Mingshu...

But without waiting for her to sort out her thoughts, Cen Sen got up and went out, unwilling to talk nonsense with her.

Shu Yang just drove down from upstairs and saw Cen Sen stepping out of the deck, just about to talk to him.

Cen Sen suddenly looked at him and said coldly: "This is the last time."

Shu Yang has a black question mark on his face, what's wrong? Jiang Che, who came out after he caught it, asked, "What did he say, what was the last time, and what did he mean?"

Jiang Che: "There is another time, this friend doesn't have to do it."

Shu Yang was taken aback, and suddenly reacted, "No, he wouldn't think I called Li Wenyin? Fuck, I was so wronged!"

He looked dumbfounded, "Isn’t I just asking you two to come here to apologize last time with a big mouth? I just sang a song with my little sister in the box. These sisters and the sickly ones from the original family Suddenly ran over to say hello, then I wouldn't be able to drive people away."

"I'm dumbfounded! And before I have time to say anything, something happened to you guys, and then she ran down again... Hey, why did she come down to be a demon again? Fuck, I'm really caught by these sisters It's terrible!"

Jiang Che didn't lift his eyes, "Tell me what's the use."

This matter is naturally useful to explain to Cen Sen, but Cen Sen will obviously have no time to take care of Shu Yang.

He left PUB without changing his blood-stained shirt. He sat in the back seat of the car and directly ordered the destination, "Xinggang International."

He leaned in the back seat with his hand to support his forehead. He didn't know whether it was the effect of alcohol or **** stimulation. He had some unexplainable desire, and he was about to move in his heart.

The black car drove all the way to Xinggang International in the sparse night wind.

Parked on the opposite road, Cen Sen got off the car and asked the driver for a cigarette. He leaned against the car door with one hand in his pocket, and kept looking at a certain dark window. Her feelings of dryness seemed to be slowly being caught by the cold autumn night. Blow calmly.

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No dream for a night.

Early the next morning, Ji Mingshu and Gu Kaiyang got up together.

I don't know if Ji Mingshu really made up his mind or if the heat hasn't been over three minutes. He drank porridge in the morning and discussed with Gu Kaiyang: What can she do to support herself.

Gu Kaiyang opened the tablet, read the latest fashion information, and casually said: "It's not easy. The key is that you have to spend less. I didn't say your tricks. Except for Ji Jia and Cen Sen, they can make it hard for you. Very few people can afford it."

"I can't help it?" Ji Mingshu drank a small bowl of porridge, wiped his lips quite gracefully, clasped his hands upright, and said, "Seriously, what do you think is better for me, I My money will be spent soon."

Gu Kaiyang thought for a moment, "Doing a purchasing agent? Isn't it easy for Miss Ji to go to major luxury stores to help people buy bags for limited purchases? It's easy to earn a piece of money after changing hands."

"No, do you have a brain? Most of the people who can consume these things are also people in my circle. Do you want me to be laughed at to death? Gu Kaiyang, you are too vicious!"

Gu Kaiyang raised his hand to stop, "Then what do you think you can do without contact with your original circle? Be an Internet celebrity? Make a star debut????"

Ji Mingshu's head shook like a rattle.

She is just a glass heart, and she can't bear the negative comments from netizens.

And although the circles are not as repulsive to celebrity celebrities in the early days, Miss Ji herself is trapped by celebrities and can't come out, and she doesn't want to show her face and eat with her face.

Gu Kaiyang also said: "Then you have to do the interior design you like, and it is impossible to have no contact with the original circle. You originally only do creative space design, so where are the customer needs of these things? You are separated from you Where can the original circle find high-end customers?"

"Think about it, if you don’t know what to do with you, will a big villa be handed over to you for design? So no matter what you do, you must first cross the hurdle in your heart that cannot be in contact with the original circle. You know?"

Ji Mingshu propped his chin, before he could figure it out, the phone suddenly "dingdong".

Early in the morning, the little earth-goose intelligence agent informed her of the latest major events in the circle.

Jiang Chun: [OMG! Your husband beat someone at Zhang Er's place last night! ! ! 】

Jiang Chun: [Many people are here, Jiang Che, Shuyang Zhang Er them, and your little love rival, Bai Lian! 】

Ji Mingshu was startled.

Cen Sen hit someone?

Li Wenyin is still there?

Then he is for Li Wenyin...

Before she could continue to think about it, first-hand information continued to come.

Jiang Chun: [It was Mo Zhengwei's little fat guy who was beaten. I guess you don’t even know it. I heard that it was because he was there to say bad things about you and was heard by your husband. Then your husband smashed a bottle of wine Up! Almost didn't kill anyone! This matter has now exploded. I heard that the little fat man is still lying in the third courtyard for an examination! 】