Your Most Faithful Companion

The awkwardness caused by this stare at Ji Mingshu did not lose the bathtub hi song that Cen Sen broke a few hours ago.

Cen Sen seemed to want to go with her, and suddenly asked, "Look at what I am doing, a fairy who makes people a servant."

When he said the nine words "a fairy who makes a servant under a skirt", his tone was very flat, but there was a short pause between the words, a bit like memorizing ancient texts in high school, but his jerky retelling itself carries A kind of seemingly humiliating feeling.

Ji Mingshu's reaction was a little slow, and he didn't think of how to answer the call.

Cen Sen didn't know where Xianxin came from, and said, "Isn't the title correct? Maybe you prefer the fairy who reverses all beings?"

Ji Mingshu: "..."

She is so kind to imagine that a cold-mouthed beast like Cen Sen will be depressed for a while because of complicated family relationships.

She sat upright and said blankly: "If you can speak, talk more."

Cen Sen didn't follow her intentions, turned his gaze back to the front indifferently, and directly ordered the driver to return to Mingshui Mansion, without speaking again.

Mingshui Mansion is divided into Huanshui Villa Area and Lake Center Villa Area. The thirteenth building where Cen Sen and Ji Mingshu live is the Lake Center Villa. There is a specially built wide bridge leading to the private parking lot, and there are also guards beside the bridge. The guard box has people standing on guard 24 hours a day, which is extremely safe and private.

As soon as the car stopped, Ji Mingshu opened the door to get out of the car first, and then walked away without looking back.

Her figure is graceful and graceful. The invisible man Zhou Jiaheng silently evaluated the word in his heart: Sa.

When Ji Mingshu returned home, he quickly walked up to the second floor, locked the bedroom door, and wondered if Cen Sen would say a few soft words when he knocked on the door later.

But when she finished removing her makeup, there was no movement downstairs.

She walked to the balcony and happened to see Cen Sen's car slowly driving out of the lake center villa, and then, a low-key Passat also drove out.

It was Zenson's bodyguard who drove the Passat.

His bodyguards have always been on three shifts 24 hours a day.

In other words, he is gone?

In hindsight, Ji Mingshu immediately called and asked: "Where are you going?"

Cen Sen's voice was clear and faint, "I have another game. You rest first, don't wait for me."

"...? Who is waiting for you?"

For a moment, Ji Mingshu thought that he was listening. Does this dog man still expect her to be an innocent husband stone? How could he dare to think so, really convinced.

She held up the phone mercilessly.

But after putting it on, she began to regret it again. Why did he hang up so quickly? Wouldn't he mistake her for a guilty conscience?

The more Ji Mingshu thinks about it, the more ridiculous and annoying he feels, "Smelly shameless, doesn't look very good, I think it's pretty beautiful!"

She dropped the phone and went back to the bathroom to put on the mask.

She pressed it against her, and she had a sudden pause: No, he didn't seem to be able to fall into the category of "not so good".

First of all, he really does not belong to this category, and secondly, if he must be classified into this category, wouldn't it be an insult to her own aesthetics?

Thinking this way makes me even more angry.

-

On the other side, after sending Miss Ji back to Mingshui Mansion, Cen Sen told the driver to drive to Heyonghui.

The Heyong Club is a private club located on the former consulate site on Ruiying Road. Compared with other high-end clubs, it is more unique in that it does not open applications for membership and will only actively throw olive branches to some celebrities in Beijing and Shanghai.

Cen Sen had a bureau here in the evening and asked someone to discuss the development of supporting hotels in the Western Suburb Scenic Area.

It was when the Hua Deng first came on, the entire emperor was lit up in the dim night. Looking at Chang'an in the distance, with flowers and trees blooming in the east wind night, this city always seems to have some lively and lonely beauty.

Cen Sen didn't look out. After returning to China for many days of socializing, the iron-struck people would also feel tired. He hugged his hands in front of him and leaned on the back of his chair to rest.

Perhaps it is because the brain is always in a state of high-speed operation, and it is also very difficult to relax for a short time. He skips a lot of pictures uncontrollably in his mind:

For a while, the little cousin panicked and said sorry, looking at the ribs in the bowl at a loss, panic and immature;

For a while, Mrs. Cen smiled at Ji Mingshu, but turned her head to look at him, but she was a little more polite and alienated subconsciously;

There was also the silence of the pavilion when Cen Yingshuang mentioned Cen Yang.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered the scene when he moved from Star City to the Imperial Capital when he was young, and walked into Nanqiao Hu at the same time for the first time.

The same is true, many people, very quiet.

Some things have been as long as they happened in the last century, and everyone silently kept silent, not because it has passed, but because it will never pass.

Zhou Jiaheng sat in the co-driver and saw that Cen Sen frowned slightly in the rearview mirror. He was not resting very peacefully. He made his own mind and called out a soft and soothing minor.

The traffic light outside the window turned from red to green, and the dimly yellow street light struck diagonally on the half-opened car window, like a nostalgic halo, dimly jumping.

Cen Sen had some sleepiness after a long absence.

But somehow, the appearance of Ji Mingshu singing in the bathtub suddenly popped into his mind. When he thought of that scene, those few self-healing lyrics also turned on the loop playback in 3D surround mode like a supporting device.

The stark sleepiness disappeared suddenly, he rubbed his brow bones, inexplicably light.

-

In the cold night, standing at the entrance of Heyonghui, Zhang Baoshu raised his head and glanced at the silver light flowing at the door. He unconsciously folded his arms and shrank slightly.

Today, she was temporarily arrested as a strong man, and came to socialize for a well-known actress who had a sudden situation under her agent.

The agent Qian Xingwan told her to take good care of her, but before going out, she talked to her upside down and talked less if she couldn't speak.

How can you be sure if you don't speak? Zhang Baoshu was a little puzzled and puzzled.

He Yonghui waited hard to get in, and then, with Grandpa Zhang nodded, the waitress in cheongsam led her upstairs with a smile.

She squeezed the shoulder strap of her bag, and looked curiously.

Perhaps it is because the predecessor of Heyonghui is the consulate. The interior decoration blends Chinese and Western. There are small bridges and gurgling water, phonographs and oil paintings. The amazing thing is that there is no sense of disobedience when you are in it.

The box she was going to was on the third floor. It had an elegant name called "Nanke Yimeng." Rich people like to use the name Yunshan Wusha to show their good taste. Zhang Baoshu was not surprised.

With the box door pushed open, the room is wide, and the whole picture is not visible at a glance.

The entrance is a round marble table with an automatic revolving plate. There are exquisite tableware and dripping flowers on the top, half of the screen is enclosed, the light becomes dim and dim inward, and there may be a few conversations inside.

Zhang Baoshu just heard a low voice when he approached, with a slight smile, "Master Zhang, accept."

Young Master Zhang also laughed, "I'm not as good as you for recording cards."

A handful of unfinished cards were placed on the table and shuffled together with other cards.

Seeing Zhang Baoshu coming, Young Master Zhang raised his eyebrows a bit without taking her seriously, shuffled the cards and ordered casually, "Give President Cen a cigarette."

Chief Cen? Zhang Baoshu looked around subconsciously.

Six men were present, three were sitting and three were standing. The standing ones did not look like the righteous master. Apart from Mr. Zhang, who she knew, there was another man who looked like a middle-aged leader, but there were women around him. Companion, or news host familiar face.

The one left...

Zhang Baoshu saw his face clearly and was startled suddenly.

Isn't this the man who raised the price of Su Cheng's pearl necklace on the night of the zero dinner?

She remembered it as Cen Sen.

Seeing that she hadn't reacted for a while, Young Master Zhang frowned impatiently, "What are you still doing? Do you have to bathe and burn incense before lighting a cigarette?"

Zhang Baoshu returned to his senses and hurriedly bent over to get the cigarette case on the table. She hadn't seen this cigarette case before, and couldn't open it.

Cen Sen turned his head, glanced at her very shallowly, raised his hand to block it, "No need."

Zhang Baoshu didn't know what to do for a while.

Young Master Zhang couldn't see it, stretched out his finger and nodded, "Add wine."

"..."

Zhang Baoshu took a slow shot, and passively went to get the bottle of foreign wine.

She is pretty clever on weekdays, otherwise the agent won't give her a chance to get to the top so quickly, but today she doesn't know what's going on, so she panicked inexplicably.

The other two female companions looked at her with a little mockery, and Zhang Gongzi’s female companion deliberately chose to show her understanding at this time. She raised her fingers and rubbed her forehead, swirling around. The burgundy and silver sequined nails shimmered in the light, which was particularly eye-catching.

While enjoying the beauty service, Zhang Gongzi skillfully cut and dealt the cards, and lazily said, "Cen, it’s not my fault. Originally, I wanted to call Xin Zhihui to come with you, but her agent said that the flight was delayed. If I can’t come back, I have to give me such a little girl. She said she was a student of the film school, and she just played some campus movie, and she said she was pure and smart, no, where is she smart.”

He turned his head and asked Zhang Baoshu, "What is your name?"

"Zhang... Baoshu."

"Heh, I'm still my own family."

"real name?"

Cen Sen, who had never spoken much, suddenly looked at her.

Zhang Baoshu shook his head, "stage name."

"What's your real name?"

Zhang Baoshu was a little embarrassed, hesitating and voicing.

Cen Sen didn't care either, his eyes moved away, and he fell on the card again, slowly adjusting the position of the hand.

His hands are thin and slender, and his gesture of holding cards is like playing with artworks.

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Baoshu replied softly: "My real name is Zhang Yanhong."

After speaking, her ears were red, and she felt that the name was really dirty.

Sure enough, the female companions couldn't help but laugh when they heard it, and Young Master Zhang directly complained about this name as a maid from the last century.

Cen Sen didn't react like that, but said quietly: "Your real name is good, and the word Baoshu is not for you."

Obviously it was an extremely light tone, and those two words fell in my ears, adding a lot of tenderness. Zhang Baoshu was stunned for a moment, and even forgot to think about why the name didn't suit him.

In the second half of the man's discussion, Zhang Baoshu didn't understand or listen to it. It's like a ghost, itchy and courageous.

After pouring the wine to Cen Sen, she sat next to Cen Sen obediently again, handing things out from time to time as an aid.

Young Master Zhang looked down on her before, but now he gave a "quite sensible" look.

-

Junyi has the initiative to develop supporting hotels in the Xijiao Scenic Area.

After returning to China to take over the group, Cen Sen made adjustments to the group's current and pending projects. For example, the hotel project in the Xijiao scenic area is a dispensable taste for the group, and it is a pity to eat without taste.

But for Zhang Gongzi and his project, the entry of well-known high-end hotel brands is indispensable to the improvement of the service level and overall positioning of the scenic spot.

That's why there is this game today. One side tried to keep the original state and continued to cooperate, and the other side waited for profit but laughed.

After drinking and drinking late at night, Zhang Gongzi said that he didn’t get half a deal from Cen Sen when he broke his mouth, but the cooperation could not be stopped. Xie-as if begging someone to make money.

Cen Sen and Yang Ju, who was coordinating from the side, had already left first, Zhang Gongzi pulled on his tie, a little irritable.

Seeing Zhang Baoshu still squeezing his bag, I don’t know if he should keep up with Cen Sen. His fire burned more vigorously, and he raised his chin at the door, "Come on, where is your idiot? Put it here. What archway?"

Zhang Baoshu was angry and scared, but he didn't dare to talk back. They all have the surname Zhang, and the "Zhang" in front of her can't be offended.

She trot out, seeing the boy bend over and open the door for Cen Sen.

"Cen Chief!"

She mustered up the courage to shout.

Cen Sen raised his eyes slightly.

Zhang Baoshu took a deep breath and stepped forward with high heels.

Stopping in front of Cen Sen, she squeezed the strap of her bag and asked shyly, "Cen, I don't know if it is convenient for you to take me a trip? I didn't drive...no, I don't have a car."

After speaking, she immediately added, "It doesn't matter if it is inconvenient, then... can I add a WeChat to you?"

Cen Sen chuckled lightly.

Zhang Baoshu quietly raised his eyes, only to find that his eyes were on his own bag.

This bag was borrowed from her by the agent. Grandma Xiang's first two years of models are beautiful in color and style. Of course, the price is not affordable by a young artist like her just entering the circle.

Cen Sen also has a deep memory of the color and style of this bag.

The night before the wedding, Ji Mingshu carried this bag.

When Ji Mingshu woke up that night, seeing him lying next to him, he was so angry that he poured out the contents of the bag, put the bag on his head, and dragged his head to let him, the pervert who had taken her virginity, explode.

"Cen Chief?"

Zhang Baoshu asked nervously again, and shook his cell phone slightly.

Cen Sen returned to his senses and paused for a moment on the WeChat screen of her mobile phone.

Zhang Baoshu, it was not Shu.

He turned the ring on his ring finger and reminded him quite directly, "Sorry, I'm already married."

Zhang Baoshu was slightly startled.

Staring at him all night, she would naturally not lose her wedding ring. It's just that men in their circles, whether they marry or not, is it important.

She subconsciously understood Cen Sen's reminder as an alternative suggestion. Although she was a bit disappointed, she was also expected.

After being quiet for a while, she raised her chin and looked at Zensen courageously, and said bluntly, "I don't mind."

"I mind." Cen Sen didn't even think about it. "Does your school do not require cultural points? With this level of understanding, can you understand the lines."

Zhang Baoshu looked at him blankly.

Cen Sen got into the car and said slowly: "There is no look, temperament, academic background, or the same as my wife. You might as well wash your face sober."