Chapter 625

This hotel again.

Jiang Wu registered at the front desk for less than two seconds, and there was a release order.

Zheng Moyan doesn't want to go up. He goes to a nightclub on the second floor to play. When he leaves, he doesn't forget to say hello to Jiang Fu.

"Don't forget me, come back to me before I drink too much, or I'll be dragged away by the covetous woman. When you cry, it's too late. Don't be late for an hour, baby ~"

"won't you drink less, or go to the side cafe?"

Jiang Fu rolled her eyes in her heart.

What the hell?

She is now at sixes and sevens in her heart. She is going to the 30th floor battlefield to turn enemies into friends. He also counts down the whole time, which makes her worry from time to time.

Zheng Moyan's back was full of laughter.

It's not like the ordinary pimp smile, but with a bit of sadness.

"I don't drink for an hour. How can I make it? If you don't come back, I don't have to be sober. I'll be drunk. "

With a wave of his hand, he strode into the nightclub with a coquettish step and a broken hair on his forehead.

Jiang Wu only looks outside the door, and she knows that the demons are dancing and the lights are dazzling. Ambiguity and Alcohol Ferment together, which is the most primitive desire of men and women.

Zheng Moyan's back looks natural and unrestrained, but it doesn't fit in with this wanton carnival night.

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with a thorn hanging in her heart, she took the elevator and went all the way to Jin Zuo's private suite on the 30th floor of the hotel.

Without waiting for her to knock on the door, the electronic lock creaked and slowly opened the outermost door.

The servant is delivering dinner, pushing the small dining car out of the living room, see Jiang Wu, have to nod to her.

"Mr. Jiang is waiting for you in the living room, Miss Jiang."

Jiang Wuen let out a sound. When all the servants left, she took a deep breath and took her heavy steps.

He walked into the living room quietly.

Unexpectedly, the living room did not turn on the light, only two dim wall lamps cast a faint light in the corridor.

There are some candles on the dining table in the living room.

On the table are red wine, champagne, two newly served steaks, and even a six inch birthday cake.

Birthday?

It suddenly occurred to her that today was really his birthday.

Three years ago, oh no, four years ago today, she had a perfunctory birthday for him on the island.

It is also that in the future, she and he separated these years, and their hearts were full of hatred.

Eh, what's that?

On the dining table, it seems that there is a document smelling of ink. Jiang Fu glances at it in a hurry.

Only two words of identification were seen.

She couldn't see it very well just by the light of the candle.

Just as he was about to reach for the document and look through it carefully, he heard his footsteps behind him.

"Coming?"

Jiang Wu puts it down in a hurry and looks back at it -

Jin Zuo has just finished his bath, his hair is still wet, and he comes out barefoot in a loose bathrobe.

The soft carpet, with water stains, extends all the way from the bathroom door to the living room.

"You know I'm coming?"

Her voice was a little tight.

I thought it was an opportunity for open dialogue, but when I met him, there was no open time.

Dim lights, beautiful atmosphere, and the smell of shampoo he just bathed in.

With a towel in her left hand, Jin wiped her hair and then left it on one side of the sofa.

He opened the dining chair for Jiang Wu, and then sat directly opposite her, his eyes indifferent way:

"haven't you eaten yet? Sit down and talk

"In fact, I came here to think --"

her hand was on the back of the chair, and her knuckles were blue and white because of the force.

"Apology?"

He chuckled, not sarcastic, but light, make her heart not taste.

He hung down and did not speak.

She didn't know if the shot that nearly killed him could be used as a word of apology.

"I don't need your apology - sit down to dinner and celebrate my birthday with me."

He picked up the red wine at hand, glanced at the year above, and was obviously dissatisfied with the best that the hotel could offer.

Jiang Fu's words were all in her throat. She could only fall on the chair and put the cloth under the plate.