Chapter 1793 Duplicity (14)

"Shangwang, is it an entertainment company?"

Cai Mengzhong stood in front of her and replied: "Yes, Miss, it is a small company with not many artists, and it is basically not famous."

"And... this Mr. Wang likes men's style, and almost all of his artists have been played by him."

After all, he was used to seeing this in hotels, so it was hard for him not to know about this kind of thing.

"..."

Yun Si closed the list.

It seems that it is him.

Her face was calm.

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eight pm.

The entrance of Fuli Hotel.

A young man wearing a plain T-shirt and sweatpants stood there.

He held the agreement tightly in his hand, as hard as if he wanted to tear it into pieces.

But he still couldn't tear it apart.

Even, he was forced to sign it, take it, and endure the humiliation.

The boy was wearing a coat. On such a hot summer day, he was wearing a coat with his hands in his pockets.

Inside, clutching a small knife.

For self-defense, he was always vigilant and on guard.

After standing at the door for a while, he lowered his head and walked in.

He kept his face covered and looked unclear.

The waiter at the front desk saw him and immediately whispered something.

One of them walked towards him on high heels.

Call him and smile.

"Sir, you are Mr. Wen, right?"

"..." The beautiful and fair-skinned boy stopped.

He raised his head slightly and looked at her.

Grab the knife in your pocket.

Extremely alert.

The foreman at the front desk smiled and said: "That's right, your room has been changed to 1609 for some reasons. This is your room card. Please keep it."

The young man said nothing and lowered his head again.

Grabbing the agreement, took the card, and left.

Asked nothing.

He didn't seem to want to ask anything.

The receptionist bowed slightly and looked after him with a smile, "I wish you a pleasant evening, sir."

As if he hadn't heard anything, the young man pressed the elevator button and entered.

"Ding--"

The elevator door quickly closed.

Not far away, the receptionist who had completed his task was relieved to see him going upstairs.

Step on the high heels again and return to your job.

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The time it takes to go upstairs is not slow, but fast...it's not really fast either.

At least, it gave Jiang Wen some time to daze.

He stood alone in the elevator, staring at the slowly rising numbers in the elevator, motionless.

The hand in the coat pocket had been holding the knife tightly and never let go.

Every time the floor indicator in the elevator went up, the agreement in his hand became a little wrinkled.

In the end, when the elevator slowly stopped on the 16th floor, his lip was almost broken by himself.

He clutched the knife tightly and remained motionless, staring in the direction outside. The temperature of his body was even more shockingly cold.

The agreement in hand has also been kneaded into a ball.

It's as hard as a stone without emotion.

His legs were heavy, as if they were filled with lead, and he couldn't lift them up at all.

When he tried to move with difficulty, he realized that cold sweat had broken out on his back.

He is afraid, his body...

Shivering.

Jiang Wen calmed down and controlled his emotions.

After a long time, he slowly walked out of the elevator.

Following the instructions, we came to 1609.

My back was covered with sweat, and I almost had no energy left to ring the doorbell.

"Ding--"

The elevator not far away rang.

Someone else arrived on the 16th floor.

The young man standing in front of the door of 1609 lowered his head and stood there motionless.

The hands hidden in his pockets were shaking.