The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

When Jiang Zhuo went back, he wanted to go to the hospital, but he suddenly received an anonymous message on the way——

[Tonight at nine o'clock in the evening, room 708 on the seventh floor of the St. Lancy Hotel, waiting for you]

Jiang Zhuo was slightly taken aback after seeing it. Judging from the content, it should be that woman Xin Yue.

He pondered for two seconds, and replied with a hmm.

The house and car that he bought with years of savings have been sold because of his sister's illness.

Jiang Zhuo went back to the small rented apartment and got some food to deal with, then fell asleep.

At night, he took off his formal suit, put on a simple white shirt and light-colored jeans, put on a pure black mask and went out.

The means of transportation is the bus.

There were few people on the bus, and the few who were there kept casting their gazes at Jiang Zhuo's side, either amazed or curious.

Don't blame others, Jiang Zhuo's looseness neutralizes the old-fashioned temperament of the original owner, with a few slightly open buttons, the slender and beautiful collarbone is slightly exposed, very attractive.

After getting off the bus, with long legs, Jiang Zhuo came to the luxurious and low-key suite as promised.

It was exactly nine o'clock.

Jiang Zhuo saw that the person who opened the door was a charming woman in a black lace dress, with beautiful and attractive features.

It was...unexpected.

The woman is Xin Yue, her peach blossom eyes with some eyeliner lightly brushed past Jiang Zhuo from top to bottom, as if touching him through clothes.

Those peach blossom eyes were somewhat similar to that Ci Yan, which made him even more uncomfortable.

Jiang Zhuo lowered his eyes, restrained the woman's hand that was about to touch him, and said coldly, "Don't be at the door."

Xin Yue raised her eyebrows and withdrew her hand.

The next second after the door of the suite was closed, she hooked his chin with her slender hand and said, "You smell like cigarettes, I remember you don't like cigarettes?"

Jiang Zhuo turned his face calmly, and didn't care about being pressed against the door by a woman, his posture was always lazy.

He said: "Yes."

Xin Yue doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, he did it on purpose.

Unexpectedly, the woman said, "Not bad."

She made a gesture to tear off Jiang Zhuo's remaining buttons, Jiang Zhuo, who was feeling uncomfortable, finally said something more: "I'm going to take a shower first."

Xin Yue reluctantly said: "Haven't you bathed yet? Hurry up then."

"Ah."

After closing the bathroom door, Jiang Zhuo paused for a while, turned on the shower, took out his mobile phone, and replaced it with a new SIM card.

Asked the system to ask for Ci Yan's personal contact information, Jiang Zhuo thought for two seconds and typed a line.

It is understood that Ci Yan's parents fell in love at first sight, and they rolled into bed that night, but the enthusiasm came and went quickly, and the conflict became more intense after having Ci Yan as a motivating bottle.

Now it's a state where the two look at each other and hate each other, and each plays their own way.

Logically speaking, even if he knew that his mother was hosting a man in the same hotel where he held the birthday party, Ci Yan probably wouldn't have any reaction other than to respond.

But if... a reporter comes, it will be different, right?

After Jiang Zhuo sent the text message, he flushed the phone card down the toilet, and took a bath with peace of mind.

The warm water poured on the shoulders and back, relieving all fatigue.

Not long after, he wrapped himself in a bath towel and went out, when he bumped into the handsome and indifferent back of a young man.

Oh so fast.

"This is?" Jiang Zhuo said lazily.

He held a snow-white towel on his wet black hair, and looked sideways at the woman with a headache on the bed.

Xin Yue had already put on her coat in displeasure, and did not answer Jiang Zhuo, but said coldly: "Reporter? Oh, stop talking, when will you take care of my affairs?"

Ci Yan was even colder, without a hint of warmth in his tone, as if he didn't bother to reason: "I don't want to worry about it. But, don't let it bother me too much."

After finishing speaking, Ci Yan casually glanced at Jiang Zhuo who was behind him, with an extremely indifferent look.