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Chapter 57
Chapter 57
It's... Ji Dongdong's voice.
What is he, he asks for the room number...is the witness already there?
Si Miao's somewhat vague consciousness instantly became clearer. Now there are three men in the box, of whom Mr. Sun and the boss still know each other. This store has a lot of people from the upper classes of society, and there are many rich second-generation people who like to pick quarrels and cause trouble. Some paparazzi always want to sneak in and shoot lace news. In order to deal with these people, the security in the store is very good. There are twenty or so, and there are not necessarily many that cannot be seen.
If Ji Dongdong had a conflict with President Sun for him, and President Sun called the boss, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Can't let Ji Dongdong take the risk, Si Miao quickly refused, "I'm fine, you, you wait for me outside."
The other party did not answer.
Hearing his words, Mr. Sun asked, "Darling, who is looking for you?"
Si Miao felt uncomfortable by this title. Just as he was about to distance himself from Mr. Sun's question, the tightly closed box door suddenly made a loud noise.
It should be someone pushing the door outside, and everyone at the dining table looked at the door subconsciously. The next moment, the box door was kicked open, and a man in a black trench coat stepped in with cold air wrapped in it, with an anger colder than the wind on his face.
When Mr. Sun saw this man, he always felt a little familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere, but he couldn't remember for a while, and lowered his face to warn: "This friend, did you go to the wrong room?"
Ji Yuedong didn't look at President Sun, and his eyes fell on the boy beside him.
The boy's cheeks were already red, and his lips were branded with deep tooth marks.
The water in his eyes is full of waves, and he is obviously drunk, but he has been sticking to the last trace of clarity, so stubborn that people can't look away.
Ji Yuedong's heart jumped, and before his brain reacted, he took off his windbreaker and quickly wrapped it around the boy's head.
"Xiaohui, take him out first."
Wang Xiaohui got the order and walked out with Si Miao. How could Mr. Sun watch the cooked duck fly like this, he patted the table hard and pointed at Ji Yuedong's nose, "Are you... ."
"Mr. Sun!"
Before the ruthless words were released, he was suddenly interrupted by the senior supervisor. President Sun turned his head and saw that the senior supervisor was staring at this uninvited guest, his eyes full of incredulity.
The senior supervisor took a second look, and after confirming it again and again, he didn't dare to look directly, attached to President Sun's ear, and whispered a word.
President Sun's face changed again and again.
"...It turned out to be Mr. Ji," Mr. Sun put on a smirk, changing the gesture of pointing to the other's nose to a gesture of shaking hands, "I and your father have known each other for a long time, according to the generation. , you should call me uncle. Why don't you tell me in advance when you come to uncle's place to play, I'll order a few more dishes to entertain you."
Ji Yuedong didn't seem to see his hand or hear what he said, and said lightly: "Then I'll tell you in advance now, don't blame the little nephew for being rude to you who dare to touch me."
Abandoning this sentence, Ji Yuedong raised his leg and left, but none of the three dared to stop him. Qiu Jin, who had heard some signs from this conversation, was even more pale, and with a shake of his hand, he accidentally spilled vegetable soup on the white suit group.
Naturally, Ji Yuedong couldn't see them anymore. He endured a wave of anger and returned to his car.
The boy was placed in the back seat by Wang Xiaohui with his coat still on his head.
Wang Xiaohui didn't know why he wrapped the boy's head, and it was normal that he didn't dare to take off his coat. The client himself remained the same, and Ji Yuedong laughed angrily, "What are you doing in there, do you feel good?"
"It's not stuffy..." The boy's voice buzzed, "It smells good..."
Ji Yuedong: "..."
Ji Yuedong tore off his jacket and said coldly, "Get up."
The man leaning on the back seat obediently supported the seat with his palm, trying to sit up. Ji Yuedong, who was looking at him, found that the moment his palm was pressed on the seat, the boy's expression was painful for a moment, and it was fleeting.
Immediately, there was a blood stain on the leather seat.
Ji Yuedong's nerves jumped, and he grabbed the boy's hand. Under the headlights, there was a deep hole in the palm of his hand, and the flesh turned outward, shocking.
"How did you do it?" Ji Yuedong's voice seemed to freeze.
Si Miao pulled his hand back hard, but couldn't pull it back. He bit his lip and lied, "I don't know."
When he was talking, his other hand was silently hidden behind his back. How could Ji Yuedong miss such a small detail and directly pull out his dishonest hand.
Then he gently squeezed the boy's wrist, and the fisted hand was released.
When he saw what was in the boy's hand, Ji Yuedong frowned, reached out and lifted the boy's clothes.
"What are you doing..."
Feeling the man's movements, Si Miao blushed and dripped blood. Ji Yuedong ignored him and continued the movements in his hands.
Sure enough, under the wide T-shirt, the metal zipper of the boy's jeans was broken, and only half of it remained.
The other half was lying in the boy's palm.
"Xiaohui, go to the hospital." Ji Yuedong turned his head and instructed Wang Xiaohui, then took the half of the zipper and saw the dried blood on it, and the muscles on his arms suddenly tightened.
"Ji. Do not be angry!"
Maybe he was drunk. The tone of these words was very soft. Ji Yuedong's muscles relaxed, but he still didn't speak.
At this time, Si Miao's phone rang, it was Wu Feng's, Si Miao quietly connected, and while explaining to Wu Feng that he had been picked up, he looked at Ji Yuedong's face with a guilty conscience.
After hanging up the phone, Si Miao softened her tone and poked Ji Yuedong weakly, "Isn't it normal for a man to bleed a little, I really don't feel any pain at all, and I don't need to go to the hospital."
"Don't talk," Ji Yuedong took a deep breath, held up his palm, and blew softly upwards, "Be good."
Si Miao didn't expect that the word "good" could be heard in Ji Dongdong's mouth in his lifetime.
And the hot air that blew into his palm, as if it blew into his heart, it made him feel dizzy, and he was taken to the hospital as soon as his head dizzy.
In fact, Si Miao has his reasons for not wanting to come to the hospital. He is a public figure. It would be bad if he was photographed going to the hospital. The strange thing is that after they went in, the vice president came out to receive him in person. Not only did no one photograph him, but no one even looked at him.
Si Miao was taken into the disinfection room with peace of mind, and Ji Yuedong watched him go in, walked to the corner, and called the manager of Oriental Entertainment.
In the middle of the night, the manager slept soundly. Seeing Qijiu almost didn't scare the soul away, he quickly put on his clothes and ran to the balcony to answer the phone, "Mr. Ji!"
Ji Yuedong said "um", "Lao Meng, sign someone for me tomorrow."
sign?
Manager Meng has worked in Oriental Entertainment for several years, and this is the first time that his immediate boss has plugged people into Oriental Entertainment. Having a premonition that this is an excellent opportunity to flatter, Manager Meng smiled and flattered: "I know Mr. Ji, and I will draw up the contract in a while, and divide it into ninety-one or let it all? Go the national route or the traffic route? Or both Yes, I happen to have..."
"No need," Ji Yuedong pressed his eyebrows, "the contract is normal, you can decide the route."
Manager Meng was stunned. He didn't understand why the boss did this. Wouldn't this lose the meaning of going through the back door?
"Don't tell him that I instructed you to sign him," Ji Yuedong added. "The agent can arrange a better one for him, or he can bring it in himself if he wants."
Manager Meng was even more confused and couldn't help but ask the most important question: "Mr. Ji, what about resources, should I give him a little more, or..."
"Let him fight for himself, I believe in his strength."
After hanging up the phone, Ji Yuedong returned to the door of the disinfection room, when Si Miao just happened to come out.
Although Si Miao's wound is deep, the wound surface is not large. After disinfection and medicine, he can leave. He drank a lot of alcohol, and then came to the hospital to toss around, and he was so sleepy that Ji Yuedong opened a suite nearby and brought him into the room.
"Sit here and wait," Ji Yuedong settled him on the sofa, "I'll test the water temperature."
Ji Yuedong went into the bathroom to turn on the shower and tried it. The water temperature was just right.
He came out and tried to get someone in to take a bath, but he heard even breathing—the little boy was sitting on the sofa and had already met with Zhou Gong.
There was no way, Ji Yuedong could only carry him to the bed, wet the towel, and wipe his face and hands for him.
As an eldest young master who grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, Ji Yuedong hardly did any work to wait for people. In addition, he had a heavy hand in fitness all the year round. A towel hit Si Miao's face, and Si Miao finally got rid of the alcohol. skin, red again.
Ji Yuedong didn't realize it, and continued to wipe. After wiping his face, neck, and hands, he also wiped people's feet without disdain. After wiping, he went to sleep in the other bedroom of the suite.
So when Si Miao woke up and shook his head, he always felt that the exposed skin was a little sore.
He touched his face. Could it be that he fell down after drinking too much yesterday and broke himself.
Now that we are filming, it is impossible to break the appearance. Si Miao quickly got up and took a look in front of the full-length mirror. Fortunately, there is no broken appearance, just a little swollen.
Immediately, he saw the towel on the table and the unfamiliar coat thrown on the sofa, and his memory came back little by little.
He was drunk last night, and Ji Dongdong came to pick him up.
Ji Dongdong helped him get out and took him to the hospital to be bandaged.
After dressing Ji Dongdong, he opened a room outside, and now the very handsome windbreaker is in the room.
What does this mean?
It means that Ji Dongdong is also in this room, and no one has left yet.
At the moment of realizing this truth, Si Miao's heart thumped uncontrollably.
He ran back to the bed and checked the time on his phone. He woke up early because of a hangover and headache. It's only early five in the morning.
Ji Dongdong must not have woken up yet, the door of the next bedroom is wide open.
——So, with such a good opportunity, isn’t it a pity that he doesn’t do something?
The author has something to say: I'm smashed, and Mr. Ji will help you wipe your face and feet. You can still have such an idea, it's just... beautiful! ! !