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Zhong Kui's Diary
When I arrived at Room 1018 of the Great China Hotel, it was only ten-thirty. I hesitated at the door for a moment before knocking. There was no response from inside, so after a while, I knocked three more times.
Still, there was no echo from within. Instead, the door of the adjacent room opened, and a short-haired woman with a commanding presence stepped out. She glanced at me coldly and asked, "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"
This must be Zhao Bingbing's bodyguard. I forced a composed smile and replied, "Ms. Zhao invited me over."
The short-haired woman raised her hand to check her watch and frowned. "The appointment is at eleven. Why are you here so early?"
"Isn't it good to arrive early?" I countered. I sensed something unusual in the air; a faint fragrance wafted towards me. Seriously, why does a bodyguard smell so good?
"I'm sorry, but please come back at eleven," the short-haired woman said, not engaging with my comment and gesturing for me to leave.
Feeling frustrated, I walked to the end of the corridor, took out a cigarette, and lit it. I smoked idly since there was nothing in the information that prohibited smoking.
Seeing me like this, the short-haired woman opened her mouth as if to say something but hesitated and ultimately returned to her room without saying a word.
After waiting for about ten minutes, the door opened again. I saw a man slip out of Zhao Bingbing's room, glancing around. When he noticed me staring at him, he frowned slightly but ignored me and headed toward the elevator.
I couldn't believe it; he was actually fooling around with someone else before our blind date. This circle is too chaotic! Moreover, isn't this kind of behavior an insult to me? My initial expectations and fondness for Zhao Bingbing plummeted instantly. I almost turned around and left but managed to suppress my humiliation. Taking a few deep breaths, I shook my head with a wry smile. This is just a mission after all; even if thirty big men streamed out of her room one after another, what does it have to do with me?
Around eleven o'clock, I walked over again. As I reached the door and pulled out a piece of gum to pop into my mouth, I reconsidered; chewing something while meeting her might seem impolite. As for the smell of smoke—who cares? There’s nothing in her profile indicating she dislikes smokers.
I knocked on the door again, and this time a slightly magnetic female voice came from inside: "Mr. Zhou?"
"Yes, I am Zhou Lei!" I replied with a smile.
Zhou Lei is my identity this time.
This identity is not fabricated; there is indeed a person named Zhou Lei. Zhou Lei's father, Zhou Wen, is a professor at Star City University, and his mother is the vice principal of Star City Seventh High School, a typical scholarly family. Zhou Lei himself returned from studying abroad and opened an advertising company in Star City, which is currently thriving.
Of course, I am not really Zhou Lei; I am merely borrowing his identity. I really don't know how President Wang managed to negotiate with Zhou Lei to the extent that he could lend out his identity. From another perspective, if I were to do something inappropriate while using this identity, the Zhou family would be held responsible. Do they really trust President Wang that much?
The door opened, and an incredibly beautiful face appeared before me.
Although I often saw Zhao Bingbing on television or in advertisements, this was the first time she stood right in front of me. I had never even imagined this would happen. She smiled at me, and wow, she was even more charming in person than on screen.
"Please come in." Zhao Bingbing spoke softly, and a wave of allure washed over me.
At that moment, I felt an inexplicable restlessness. It had been years since I felt this way; the first time was back in middle school when sunlight streamed through a female classmate's white shirt... This restlessness was so intense that I found myself reacting physically. Come on, man! Can't you hold it together? I'm wearing dress pants, not jeans; any reaction would be quite obvious.
I quickly stepped inside; walking was the only way to cover up my embarrassment.
This was a business suite, a one-bedroom apartment. Suddenly, a thought struck me: why didn't her bodyguard sleep in the same room with her? Then again, if the bodyguard were in the living room, things might not be very enjoyable for them.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar, revealing a messy bedspread. They must have been busy just now; I couldn't help but think lewdly about it. The more I thought about it, the stronger my reaction became.
Damn, am I really getting aroused?
I hurried to the sofa and sat down without thinking about the so-called "ladies first." If I didn't sit down soon, she would definitely notice the tent forming in my pants.
After Zhao Bingbing closed the door, he sat down next to me, took out a box of cigarettes on Coffee Table, and handed me one: "Smoking?" I glanced at Cigarette Case, shook my head and smiled: "Thank you." Zhao Bingbing lit the cigarette and looked at me with a half-smile: "Don't you smoke?" "I smoke, but I don't smoke this cigarette." I pointed to the on the table. Cigarette Case, smiled. "Why? National justice?" Zhao Bingbing blew out a smoke ring, and his beautiful red lips were extremely sexy. There is a reason why Zhao Bingbing asked me this, because the Cigarette Case she put on the table is Eight Star Cigarette Box, made in Japan. She asked me this, thinking that I was boycotting Japanese products or something. "That's one reason." I smiled and took out my cigarette and lit it. "There's another reason. There are too many fake cigarettes." "Oh? Can you tell whether my pack of cigarettes is genuine or fake?" Listen. When I said this, Zhao Bingbing looked at me with interest. "It's very simple. The real eight-star Filter Tip has two rows of very dense laser holes, and when the cigarette holder is taken apart, there is a composite Filter Tip inside, which is divided into two parts. The first part has Activated Carbon Particles are inside. Nowadays, many fake eight stars also have Activated Carbon Filter Tip, but the carbon particles inside are not evenly distributed, so the tar content will be very high." I coughed lightly and picked up the ones on the table. He took out a cigarette from the Eight Star Cigarette Box, pointed at the Filter Tip and smiled: "Look at this kind of laser drilling, I haven't found one that is exactly the same as the original one. The original one has two rows of even holes, which are very neat. . As for the outer packaging, I’m too lazy.” “Well.” Zhao Bingbing seems to be very interested in this. "There are silver lines and blue logo strips on the outer packaging. If all the color strips are aligned and the error of the blue strip is within half a millimeter, it is definitely true." I smiled. "By the way, since you boycott Japanese goods, why do you research this brand?" Zhao Bingbing asked in turn. “I won’t resist Blindness. I still think there are many things that are good. For example, I often look at Japanese designs. I have to say that their designs are indeed very beautiful and practical. In the design, smoke The bag is one of them." I pointed at Cigarette Case and smiled. Suddenly I remembered that I am the boss of an advertising company, so I naturally have to show some professionalism.
"Smoke package?" Zhao Bingbing frowned slightly.
"I'm sorry, it's a professional term. A cigarette case refers to the packaging of cigarettes and a wine box refers to the packaging of alcohol," I quickly explained.
Zhao Bingbing responded with a soft "oh" and fell silent.
Seeing her quiet, I was at a loss for words. The various conversation starters and jokes I had prepared vanished after seeing the man who walked out of her room. Well, I might as well just go with the flow.
"Have you been here for long?" After a while, Zhao Bingbing extinguished her cigarette and asked lightly.
"I've been here for about half an hour, just smoking a few outside," I shrugged nonchalantly. "It's fine, I'm used to it."
"Used to it?" Zhao Bingbing asked suspiciously.
"Yes, I'm used to arriving ten minutes to zero minutes early, whether it's for a date or a meeting," I replied with a smile.
"Oh, so you saw the man who came out of my room?" Zhao Bingbing looked up and stared into my eyes, seemingly trying to gauge if I was lying.
"Yes, I saw him," I met her gaze without fear.
"What do you think?" Zhao Bingbing continued to stare at me without blinking.
"What can I think? At first, I felt a bit humiliated, but then I thought it didn't really matter," I shrugged again.
"Why do you think that way?" A look of confusion flashed in Zhao Bingbing's beautiful eyes.
It's none of your business what I want to do. I cursed fiercely in my heart, but smiled lightly: "First of all, you have your own pressure, and some pressures are so great that you can't resist them. For you, if some people You don't even dare to say no to me." Hearing what I said, Zhao Bingbing was shocked. He looked at me in disbelief for a while, and then said, "Then what?" Feng Qing: "Secondly, you also have your own physiological needs. There are some things that adults understand. This is an open era. Since men can Health Treatment, women also have corresponding private parts care." Zhao Bingbing looked at me with a half-smile, and licked his lips: "What next?" Damn, don't lick your lips, okay? You know how seductive you are? I seemed to feel that a certain part of me was starting to feel restless again. I could only cough lightly, pretend to move my position, and cross my legs to cover up my embarrassment. I was also puzzled in my heart, why did I feel / half / now? Are you so easily excited? Looking at Zhao Bingbing's beautiful face, I felt my lips were dry for a while, and I couldn't help but lick my lips. It seemed like there was a flame burning in my belly. The flame was not very fierce, but it was slow and Firmness traveled throughout my body. Just when I felt uncomfortable all over, a burst of energy suddenly burst out of my body. No need, this is that Devouring Energy again. Devouring Energy mixed with Yin-Yang Origin, threw it directly on the flames, like a red-hot soldering iron dropped into water, the flames were extinguished instantly, I could even hear a 'chi' sound, and then, My whole body calmed down, and the previous restless mood disappeared. What the hell is going on?
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