C1 Occupation(1)

In a luxurious and comfortable hotel suite, there was a sound, and it turned out that the door was opened outside.

A drunk woman was carried into the hotel room by a sneaky person. This person discovered that the owner of the room had indeed left temporarily, so he placed the woman on the wide and soft bed without hesitation.

"I'm so uncomfortable. . . " The woman shivered. She was completely unaware of the danger around her. She turned around and hugged the pillow beside her. She muttered to herself, "My head hurts. . . "

In a moment, the door was quietly opened and then closed. The man who sent her in had already left without looking back.

The room returned to silence. A few minutes later, on one side of the balcony, the curtains on the ground were slowly lifted. An elegant and tall figure walked out of the balcony and into the dark room. He looked at the woman on the bed with an indifferent gaze, then reached out and turned on the wall lamp switch on the top of the bed.

Under the dim light, he used one hand to lift the woman's jaw. He saw that the woman's face was not very beautiful, but it was very delicate and pretty, looking very likable. Unfortunately, she was already drunk. The man smiled cynically and then put down his hand.

It seemed that tonight was indeed a Hongmen Banquet specially designed for him by someone. They thought that he was at the venue at the moment, so they took the opportunity to throw such a woman into his room. Indeed, they had another plot.

Recently, rumors about him kept spreading. Hence, he avoided women because if he had any relationship with any woman, there would be endless troubles.

The woman on the bed suddenly turned over again. She was so cold that she trembled. After her hand touched the bed, she successfully grabbed the corner of the blanket and hurriedly wrapped it around her body. Then she curled up her body, closed her eyes, and let out a low, drunk sigh: "Ze, I'm so thirsty, I want to drink water. . . "

The man who was about to walk away suddenly stopped. His cold eyes looked at the woman who had wrapped herself in the blanket.

Ze? She was sent by Ann Yueze?

A strange smile suddenly appeared on his lips. He seemed to know Ann Yueze's purpose, so he did not look at her again. He turned around and was about to leave, but the moment his hand touched the door, he heard some movement outside the door.

The man's cold eyes narrowed, and he put down his hand that was about to open the door.

If the mastermind behind all of this was Ann Yueze. . . He must have prepared all the appropriate measures outside the door in order to block his path. At this moment, that woman was drunk. If Ann Yueze intended to frame her, he would have no way to defend himself.

The man suddenly walked back to the bed and looked down at the woman who was getting more and more restless.

The woman muttered something, and her voice was a little unclear. She hugged the pillow and pressed her face against the pillow. She muttered intermittently, "Ze, we're getting married. When are you taking me to see your parents?"

The woman's vague words woke the man up. He looked at the smiling side profile of the woman on the pillow. He sneered and raised his eyebrows.