Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

It wasn't dark yet, and Wang He had already arrived at Mingyue Villa.

This is his first time coming to Chen Zhao's home.

The last time I went was the Mirror Lake Villa, I never thought that this place was bigger and more luxurious than Mirror Lake.

Wang He couldn't help but want to build a manor like this in China.

However, thinking about domestic policies also put this idea aside.

When Wang He came in, he saw the hall full of guests and friends.

Wang He found Steven, chatting with another old man.

Wang He recognized the old man with Steven as Rasfa, the COE of PLM.

"Hello Mr. Steven, hello Mr. Rasfa."

"Hi, Wang, you're here. Have you received Chen's invitation too?"

"Well, yes." Wang He shook hands with the two old men one by one.

"how are things?"

"I'm running in two places. I just arrived in Los Angeles recently, and I'm also doing promotions in China." Wang He said.

In addition to press conferences, the most effective way of publicity in China is to go on variety shows, and it has quick results and high profits.

After all, with Wang He’s status, the previous show was worth hundreds of thousands more.

"Thank you for your hard work." Steven said encouragingly.

Wang He smiled, hard work?

It was indeed hard work. He could barely touch the ground. Sometimes he had to go to two TV stations to record programs in a day.

But this was something that was unthinkable in the past. If there was no valuable artist, there would be no chance to participate in the show.

Even TV talk shows on the US imperial side will invite him to record propaganda programs.

"Where's Mr. Chen? I'll go over and say hello to Mr. Chen."

Wang He has been in the American Empire for a short period of time, and has attended many parties. He is basically familiar with the local customs of the American Emperor.

After bidding farewell politely to Steven and Rasfa, he went to find Chen Zhao.

Wang He has already found Chen Zhao. Although there are many guests today, Chen Zhao's figure is very conspicuous.

"Mr. Chen." Wang He walked over.

"Wang He, you are here, does it affect your work?"

"Mr. Chen, you are joking. It is an honor for me to attend your party."

"Chen Lin is here too. Go and chat with her. I have something else to do."

"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore."

After Chen Zhao left, Wang He took out his phone and dialed Li Youkang's number.

"Xiaokang, where have you been?"

"Brother Wang, I'm on the coast road now. Why does your friend live in such a remote place? Really, there isn't even a ghost." Li Youkang complained.

"Stop talking nonsense and come quickly. The guests are almost here."

After Li Youkang hung up the phone with Wang He, he felt very disdainful.

Don’t rich people live in Beverly Hills?

What kind of cards can those who live here have?

But because of Wang He's face, he couldn't say much.

"Is this Brother Wang's phone number?"

"Well, he's urging us to go there early."

Zhou Yu's dissatisfaction with Li Youkang was about to reach its peak.

It was clearly past three o'clock and she was urging him to come over earlier.

As a result, Li Youkang has been procrastinating until now.

Twenty minutes later, the two of them could vaguely see the brightly lit villa on the cliff ahead.

"It should be right there."

Li Youkang drove the car into the side road and found the parking lot under the guidance of the signs.

At the same time, he called Wang He: "Brother Wang, I've arrived."

"Come up after you park the car."

Li Youkang and Zhou Yu enjoyed the scenery along the way.

"I really don't know what rich people think. Rich people don't live in urban areas, but in places like this where birds don't poop."

When we arrived at the manor, our view suddenly became clearer.

The beautiful scenery composed of many beauties here immediately attracted Li Youkang's attention.

Li Youkang deliberately walked behind a model and brushed his palm against the model's back.

"Ah...what are you doing?" The model was startled and turned to glare at Li Youkang.

Zhou Yu saw something bad and immediately stepped forward and said, "Sorry, sorry, we didn't mean it."

The model walked away in disgust, but Li Youkang felt that he had earned it.

"It feels really good. Zhou Yu, go help me and ask how much it costs per night."

"Xiaokang, don't act recklessly."

"Why have I acted so foolishly? I am also an important guest here, and the owner here will give me some face."

Li Youkang often does this kind of thing in China, whether it is an award ceremony or a party.

No matter how outrageous he did, there was never any problem, and even the organizers would find ways to hide it for him.

"This is not China." Zhou Yu said.

"It's not like there's something wrong with the country, and I'm not short of money. Isn't it a country with American imperialism and capital, where the rich are the bosses?"

It is true that American imperialism is a country where money is paramount, but that is too much to a certain extent.

How much money does Li Youkang have? He's just a rich guy in the ordinary sense, that's all.

He's only been out for a year, so it's not bad if he can earn tens of millions, plus the company's commission.

But just being so famous made him a little complacent.

At this time, Li Youkang had his eyes on another woman.

"There are so many beauties here." Li Youkang licked his lips.

Unfortunately, the woman Li Youkang was eyeing was Nami, a member of Team Lightning.

Nami, who was already good-looking, had a unique heroic spirit that made her even more charming.

Coupled with the shaping of the body by the strength potion, her skin became smoother.

Li Youkang stepped forward and rubbed Nami's buttocks.

Nami was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and looked at Li Youkang in astonishment.

She didn't expect that such a thing would happen at Chen Zhao's house.

"Miss, how about you stay with me tonight? You can pay as much as you like." Li Youkang thought that he was young and rich, and as long as he hooked his fingers, no woman could escape from his Wuzhishan.

However, Nami's answer to him was a punch.

"Ah..." Li Youkang covered his eyes and fell to the ground: "Fake Squid...how dare you hit me...you bitch..."

At this time, the eyes of the guests were attracted here.

"Xiao Kang, what's going on?" Wang He discovered Li Youkang and saw Li Youkang covering his eyes and falling to the ground wailing, so he quickly came forward to ask.

He didn't know Li Youkang's nature. In fact, he and Li Youkang were not familiar with each other.

Li Youkang joined the company less than a year ago, and by that time he was already in Los Angeles.

This time it was because the company planned to let Li Youkang come to Hollywood to try his luck. Since Wang He was familiar with Los Angeles, he was asked to take care of it on his behalf.

"This bitch hit me, this bitch dared to hit me."

Wang He raised his head and looked at Nami: "Miss, what happened?"

"This bastard is harassing me," Nami said angrily.

She was resisting the urge to draw her gun. After all, this was Chen Zhao's home, and she was unwilling to take action here.

At this moment, Chen Zhao heard the noise here and came out.

"What happened?"

"President, this guy harassed me and insulted me. Is he your guest?"

When Chen Zhao saw Li Youkang, his expression suddenly turned bad: "Who called this?"