Dangerous Contract

Tan Zhen felt that the relationship between the driver and Su Lang was a bit delicate, so he pushed the baffle on his own initiative.

Now, it was just the two of them in the small space.

Tan Zhen was a little aware that Su Lang's fist was getting tighter and tighter, so he stretched out his hand to gently touch the scar protruding from his side fist, as a comfort.

"Don't worry, I, Tan Zhen, don't have any other skills, but I haven't met a woman who is not interested in me. Since we are partners, we will help you do what we promised you."

Tan Zhen smiled, leaning his head on his back, looking at Su Lang slightly sideways, and kept rubbing his hands on the other's scar: "You don't have to bother chasing him at all, you just want to get shares. In other words, you can I can’t explain the story between you a little bit, so I can continue..."

Su Lang shook off Tan Zhen's hand and glared at each other: "You are really curious!"

Tan Zhen curled his lips, put his hands on his chest and turned his head to look out of the car window, and said with a smile, "Yes, I'm just very curious, and I'm also very annoying. Take me to the underground palace, and call me when you arrive."

After he finished speaking, he fell asleep quickly, in the kind of extreme exhaustion of the body.

Su Lang really doesn't understand his recent self, but suddenly he has a lot of curiosity, especially for the person next to him.

Who the hell is he? I heard him called Senior Sister Dong Mingze before. Could it be that he also graduated from University A?

He makes a lot of money, at least tens of thousands of yuan a night, and his annual salary is comparable to the middle and high-level management in his own industry, so why is he always short of money.

Su Lang heard that Tan Zhen had to go back to work in the underground palace at night, and seeing his lack of blood on his face, he obediently took out his mobile phone.

He thought, as a partner, in order to express his sincerity, let's transfer [-] yuan first - it must be transferred through mobile banking, saving the other party tens of dollars in handling fees, hey!

It was very late in the evening, when the neon lights of the city and the remaining clouds in the sky were ambiguously entangled, the car arrived at the gate of the underground palace.

Su Lang pushed Tan Zhen to wake him up: "It's here."

Tan Zhen raised his hand to wipe his face, smiled innocently, and made a gesture to push the door to get out of the car: "Thank you!"

"Hello!" Su Lang called to stop him, but waved his hand without saying anything in front of the driver, Lao Ma.

Tan Zhen stood where he was, watching the car leave, took out his cell phone to check the time, but unexpectedly saw the incoming text message on the cell phone.

"Huh?" He was quite happy when the money came to his account suddenly, and he quickly swiped his phone to check, and it was Su Lang who turned it over.

He used this account to forward three times, only this time with a message attached.

"Pay the rent and get a good night's sleep."

Tan Zhen's heart warmed, he didn't think about it at all, and entered an account number after changing hands, ready to transfer the money to the other party.

However, when he pressed the last digit of the transfer password, he stopped again.

He wondered if he could give himself some warmth in this city that he had lived in for five years but was still unfamiliar to him.

At least pay the rent and get some sleep?

Just as he was hesitating, a person jumped out from the underground palace, put his arms around Tan Zhen's neck and kissed him.

"Hey, I'll go!" Tan Zhen wiped the place where he was kissed with his hands. If he was a customer, he would definitely not do this. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the other party was wearing acrylic ornaments, which looked like a walking Christmas tree, and he knew it was Xiaoya.

"Brother Zhen, why did you come here? Where did you go last night?"

Xiao Ya is a few centimeters taller than Tan Zhen and wears women's sandals with thick heels. Holding Tan Zhen in such a condescending posture makes people feel oppressive.

"Oh," Tan Zhen pushed Xiaoya away with a smile, sniffed his nose, and said, "I did some private business. Hey, you need to spray some more deodorant."

Xiaoya shyly covered her mouth with her fat hand, and twisted her body in embarrassment: "What, does it smell? I just finished spraying it."

"Then spray some more!" Tan Zhen raised his arm to block Xiaoya's arm trying to make him distinguish the smell of underarms again.

The little buddies who greeted guests at the door were amused by this scene.

"Laugh! Why are you laughing?" Xiaoya turned around and pointed at the noses of a bunch of little buddies, "You are all as beautiful as me, and you still laugh!"

"You are the most beautiful!" Tan Zhen patted Xiaoya on the shoulder and led her into the underground palace.

Pass through the dark corridor, push open the door panel of the hall, the inside is full of hustle and bustle, and the laser light sweeps over the cheeks of those who come over, making people immediately have the illusion of stepping into the gate of another world.

In this place of extreme indulgence, people are no longer their original selves, and they easily tear off the mask that they usually wear on their faces.Singing, dancing, twisting, coupled with the stimulation of alcohol and music, looking for pleasure in exhaustion.

Tan Zhen has been in such a place for five years, and the most energetic and energetic time in his life has been dedicated to this place.

Xiaoya turned around and put her arms around Tan Zhen's neck, lying on the other's shoulder and twisting to follow the rhythm.

Tan Zhen supported Xiao Ya's waist, which was pretending to exist, and naturally swayed to the music.

"Brother Zhen," Xiaoya suddenly leaned on Tan Zhen's ear and shouted in a high-pitched voice, "I know where you went last night!"

"Ah?" Tan Zhen pretended not to hear.

"I said... I know where you were last night! I know what you did and who you were with! But you can't do that again."

Xiaoya's voice sounded again, and Tan Zhen's ears were buzzing. He looked at the seductive and ghostly crowd around him, and looked at King Kong Barbie on the opposite side. Was the voice just now really made by the other party?

"Say it again?" Tan Zhen asked in Xiaoya's ear with his head tilted.

Xiaoya shook the acrylic decoration all over her body, raised her hands high, revealing her oily and clean armpits, and walked away with her buttocks twisted.

Tan Zhen came back to his senses, thinking it must be because he was weak and finally had auditory hallucinations.

At one o'clock in the morning, Tan Zhen accompanied the last wave of female guests to drink pink sweet orange champagne, and rushed back to his residence to smash the door of the landlord downstairs.

Amidst the landlord's abuse and curses, he paid three months' rent, and then asked for the password on the gate.

The moment the door opened, a damp musty smell made him unable to open his eyes. He kind of wanted Deng Xiaoxian's air freshening formula with Indian oil.

It took another hour to tidy up the house, and after three o'clock, he was finally able to lie on his own bed.

At this moment, on the other side of the city, in the Su family's mansion, Su Lang is standing by the vertical clock in the luxurious hall, listening to his father Su Junliang's compulsive "talk".

"Lang Lang, why did you go to Ozawa's place again?" Su Junliang shook his head, "I have explained to you many times that Dad and that designer are just friends, why don't you believe it?"

Su Lang just stood there blankly, his body standing straight, his eyebrows drooping, and he looked like a good boy.

"In these years, your mother has always been like that. Dad has had a lot of bad ideas to find women outside. But Ozawa is not, she is just a female designer who has cooperated with our group." Su Junliang didn't know this anymore. How many times have I emphasized, I have said it again earnestly.

"You child, you really should see a psychiatrist. Why... hey," Su Junliang held an unlit high-quality Cuban cigar between his index finger and middle finger, and his white hair and beard were neatly trimmed.

"Brother-in-law, it's past three o'clock, let the child go to bed first." At this moment, Chen Yu who was sitting on the sofa in the corner of the living room finally said, "Children are ignorant, and it will be fine when Lang Lang grows up in a few years."

Su Lang slightly turned his head to his uncle, eyes full of exhaustion and helplessness: "I'm already 24 years old, why am I always a child in your eyes?"

"Haha," Chen Yu laughed, that laughter sounded a bit abrupt in the night in the villa, "Whether you are 24 or 42, in the eyes of us elders, you will always be a child."

"Then why Luo Shaomao, who is two or three years younger than me, can represent the company alone?" Su Lang asked loudly.

"Oh," Chen Yu got up, walked towards Su Lang slowly, and stroked his temples like a young animal cub, "Shao Mao is different from you, how can he have the blessing you have."

Then, he turned around and looked at Su Junliang, and asked with a smile, "Really, brother-in-law?"