Chapter 1672

The night is deep, but this prosperous city seems to have just woke up, gorgeous and dazzling.

Ruan Mingxiao ended the last meeting. He was a little tired from successive acquisitions. The slender finger pinched between his eyes, frowned and looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window.

"Boss, what's next?" Lin Wei asked.

"What time is it?" Ruan Mingxiao asked in a deep voice.

"Eleven thirty."

"Go and meet Jun, wait for me at the villa." Ruan Mingxiao opened his laptop and continued to work.

"This..." Lin Wei hesitated.

Ruan Mingxiao looked up, "what's the matter?"

"Miss Jun is at work in LiuFei." When Lin Wei finished, he obviously felt that the air in the office seemed stagnant. "Do you want to take Miss Jun out directly?"

Ruan Mingxiao's mouth sank and snapped his laptop, "no, go out."

Lin Wei immediately left Ruan Mingxiao's office. He didn't understand the current situation. The boss and miss Jun clearly have a financial relationship. He thought the boss was just playing with you. However, the boss was clearly angry just now. What kind of anger did he get?

In the backstage dressing room of LiuFei, Junpeng, who had made up his hair, lay on the dressing table, with rococo smoking with his legs crossed.

"Was scolded miserably?" Rococo vomited cigarette rings at will, looking coquettish.

"Hmm..." Jun Peng nodded. The director's mouth never repeated swearing.

"What the hell did you do yesterday?"

Jun Peng fiddled with the sequins of his performance clothes, "it's hard to say."

Knowing that Junpeng didn't want to say, Rococo didn't ask. "You're about to start school. Are you still doing it here?"

"Do it or not? Where's the money?"

"Although I didn't go to college, I also know Ampere's place. If others know that you dance in LiuFei, you will be despised. Then gossip will make you out of breath." Rococo said.

Of course Junpeng knows the power of gossip, but compared with those, Junpeng is more afraid of losing money.

"Xiao Peng, in fact, there are so many gold masters who often come to LiuFei, otherwise you..." Rococo gave up before he finished his words. "Forget it, fuck! You can't do that. You're different from me. You're going to do great things in the future!"

You know what Rococo means. There are all rich gold owners in LiuFei. If you hang one at random, the tuition will not be a problem in the next few years.

However, Jun Peng also knows a truth that there is no airtight wall in that circle. Those so-called gold masters are different from Ruan Mingxiao. Since they can stay in LiuFei for a long time, they won't care about the exposure of their affairs. Junpeng doesn't want to give the Huang family and Ailian a handle, let alone let Grandma know that she is sad.

Besides, as for the gold Lord, which gold Lord can be better than Ruan Mingxiao?

Of course, she can't get much money from Ruan Mingxiao. They have already priced it clearly. Ten million three months, and this ten million is used to repay the debt caused by my uncle.

In other words, Junpeng not only pasted his own body, but also got nothing in the end. In the end, he had to rely on his own.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when Junpeng got off work. Near September, the temperature difference between day and night was very large. Junpeng was only a simple half of his sleeve, and he was still a little cold.

She walked with her arms in her arms and her head down. Suddenly, a black car blocked in front of her. In such a dark night, Junpeng almost didn't see the car and hit it.

When the door opened, Lin Wei led him down and opened the back door, "Miss Jun, please get on the bus."