After I fell down, I was targeted by my nemesis

Chapter 16 Spoiler!

After entering the elevator, Fang Qing started to feel nauseous again, her chest was as uncomfortable as if she was stuffed with half a bottle of water.

After the elevator door opened, Fang Qing walked out with an ugly expression on her chest. The long corridor was resplendent and resplendent, and the golden-orange lights reflected sparkling water on the spotless marble floor...

Fang Qing felt that his eyes were shaking, and he was even more breathless. He took the room card and came to the door of Room [-]. After confirming the house number again and again, he stood in front of the door to calm down for a long time before raising his hand to ring the doorbell. .

Once, twice...

There was no movement inside.

Fang Qing had never felt that the time was so long and difficult, and now he wished that the other party would give him a good time, and he didn't have to let his fear infinitely magnify during this anxious waiting.

After a long time, there was no response from the room, Fang Qing wondered if Lu always hadn't come yet.

Since I gave him the room card, does it mean that he should go in directly?

Thinking of this, Fang Qing swiped her card decisively to open the door, and with the determination to die early and live early, she opened the door and walked in without hesitation.

The room was pitch black, and the air conditioner turned on automatically after the door was opened. Fang Qing was a little surprised. It stands to reason that in a hotel of this level, at least the sensor light at the entrance should be turned on automatically together with the air conditioner after the door is opened.

Although she guessed that Mr. Lu might not have come yet, Fang Qing still called out carefully a few times. After confirming that she was indeed the only one in the room, Fang Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Qing turned on the light on her mobile phone, trying to find the waiting switch on the wall.

A lot of switches were found, but none of the lights in the room could be turned on.

Another commercial building stands opposite this hotel. After opening all the curtains, the light projected from afar passes through the floor-to-ceiling windows, barely showing the outline of the furnishings in this big VIP suite, even if Fang Qing turns off the phone With enough light, the room wouldn't be so dark that you could completely lose your sight.

Fang Qing suddenly remembered what Assistant Wu had said to her...

-------Mr. Lu doesn't like to turn on the lights, doesn't like to talk, and likes to be treated as a stranger by the other party....

If this is the case, then could it be that the inability to turn on the lights in this room was also arranged by Mr. Lu in advance?

Fang Qing found the position of the bed, touched the edge of the bed and sat down. He looked down at the time on the phone.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

The screen of the mobile phone was shaking a bit, and it took Fang Qing a long time to realize that his body was shaking uncontrollably.

The uneasiness in his heart seems to have exceeded the scope of his self-control...

Fang Qing put the mobile phone on the lamp table beside the bed, and took out two small white pills wrapped in a clean tissue from her pocket.

He had just heard about the deal from Chi Zhengshan before, and after a few days of anxiety and insomnia, he specifically sought out the sleeping aid prescribed by the hospital doctor.

But he only took it once, because he slept too heavily and his head would be uncomfortable after getting up the next day, so he didn't use it.

But it does work quickly, and once you fall asleep, the general alarm will not wake you up.

The good thing is that there are not many side effects.

Bringing this pill with me this time is a little crooked thought hidden deep in Fang Qing's heart.

He wanted to take this opportunity to drug President Na Lu.

Of course, this was just Fang Qing's thought. He didn't really have the courage to do that. This was a deal between you and me. It's really a villainous act for him to secretly violate the rules of the game.

What's more, this time lasted for a month, and he was able to use this method several times.

Fang Qing stared at the two pills held between her fingers, put them into her mouth in one last puff, and swallowed them dryly.

Turning off the light on the mobile phone, Fang Qing lay on the bed without taking off her clothes, and then covered her whole body with the quilt, only showing her two eyes staring at the night scene outside the French window not far from the bed.

The building on the opposite side is like a towering pillar of light, full of stars...

The sound insulation effect of this hotel suite is very good. If you don't open the windows, you won't be able to hear any noise from outside. The blurred and beautiful night view looks very peaceful and beautiful to Fang Qing.

When it was almost ten o'clock, the door of the suite was swiped open from the outside.

In the dark and quiet room, there was the steady and slow footsteps of a person approaching the bed little by little...

A piece sank by the side of the bed, and the quilt on Fang Qing's face was gently pulled to his chest.

The room was unusually quiet. After Fang Qing fell asleep, the sound of even and steady breathing was very clear at this moment...

In the darkness, the brows of the man sitting by the bed twitched...

He really didn't expect that under such circumstances, this man could still fall asleep.

And it seems... that he was in a deep sleep.

The desk lamp by the bed was turned on by the man, and a warm orange halo instantly covered the small area by the bed... This was the only light source that could be turned on in the entire room.

Fang Qing's quiet sleeping face was also suddenly clear under the light. On the fair forehead and straight bridge of the nose, there was a thin layer of sweat covered by the quilt, and a small patch of light red was also heated under the fair skin, like pink. The flower juice blooms in the cold glaze as if blooming....

There are many kinds of exquisite faces, but it is rare to have a clean and dignified heroic spirit....

The man stared at Fang Qing's defenseless face, and sneered slightly.

There are many attractive men and women around him. In terms of beauty, Fang Qing is by no means unique, but Fang Qing is the only one who disgusts him the most and makes his heart fluctuate.

Even if he needs physical relief, it is impossible to use this superficial thing from Fang's house.

He's just bored, so...

The man patted Fang Qing's face, Fang Qing felt unwell in her sleep, frowned, turned over suddenly, turned her back to the person beside the bed and continued to sleep.

The bottom of the shirt was unintentionally lifted up while turning over, revealing a bright white and warm, tight waistline, which has been submerged in the waist seam of the jeans between the ups and downs...

Staring at the spring scene, the man's eyes dimmed, and after a few seconds, he stretched out his hand out of nowhere.

The next second, the man seemed to think of something again, and withdrew his hand like an electric shock!

The whole person also stood up suddenly from the bed.

"grass....!"

After the scolding, there was a burst of hurried and depressed footsteps, but this time, they quickly moved away from the bed like hiding from the plague.

A few seconds later, there was a loud sound of closing the door. This sudden movement was like throwing a thunderbolt into Fang Qing's peaceful dream.

Fang Qing opened her eyes suddenly, and sat up from the bed in shock.

The desk lamp beside the bed was still on, and Fang Qing stared at the lamp for a long time before recovering, feeling horrified.

He remembered that the desk lamp was not on before he went to bed.

The first thing Fang Qing thought of was that Mr. Lu was coming, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the position next to his bed.

Still the same as before going to bed, empty...

"Lu...Mr. Lu?" Fang Qing tentatively called twice, but no one responded.

Could it be some sensor light?

Fang Qing didn't know, so she picked up the phone on the table to check the time, and found that it was almost eleven o'clock...

Mr. Lu hasn't come yet?

Fang Qing lay down again, probably because of taking the medicine, he was so dizzy right now that he didn't even have the energy to think about it.

Not long after lying down, Fang Qing fell asleep again, and slept until eight o'clock in the morning.

Although the window was foggy and there was no morning light, it was enough to brighten up the suite, and the magnificent decorations could be seen at a glance.

However, Fang Qing didn't have time to admire the layout of the VIP room of this five-star hotel. The first thing he thought of was...

Mr. Lu didn't come over last night.

It was unexpected but after calming down, Fang Qing didn't find it strange.

Mr. Lu must be busy with business, or he stayed at someone else's place last night. Presumably, he is a distinguished guest that Chi Zhengshan tried his best to curry favor with, and Fang Qing must not be the only one Chi Zhengshan sent to him.

Thinking of this, Fang Qing felt a little comfort in her heart.

After washing and leaving the suite, Fang Qing put on a mask and took the elevator downstairs. He was going to return the room card in his hand to the front desk, but the customer service at the front desk said that Fang Qing had to keep the room card by himself. .

This seems to mean that next time, it will still be in this room...

Fang Qing didn't say anything, and silently collected the room card.

In fact, this is also good, so that you don't have to deal with the front desk every time you come here...

Back at the apartment, Fang Qing took a shower and changed her clothes, and she had a general thought about what happened last night.

The reason why Mr. Lu didn't show up last night may not be that complicated...

For a 47-year-old rich man, if his body is emptied by official entertainment and he wants to indulge in sex, he may be unable to do so.

For such a person, once a week may be the limit.

If he is not the only one who has his eyes on Tanghai City this time, then the number of times he looks for him at night will definitely be discounted.

It used to be at most four or five times, but based on this calculation, it is estimated that there will be about two times in this month.

As for the time of each main play...

Based on Mr. Nalu's age to calculate his physical strength, if there is no accident, it is estimated that it will be over in a few minutes.

Although Fang Qing didn't want to imagine that kind of thing, what he was thinking about now unexpectedly gave him a kind of psychological comfort. When he really couldn't avoid it next time, he could comfort himself like this.

A matter of a few minutes, it was treated as an injection, and it passed by gritting your teeth.

Putting aside the messy things in his mind, Fang Qing began to concentrate on thinking about the script that Zhou Yue handed over to him yesterday. According to the arrangement of the crew of "The King", he had to go to the set tomorrow afternoon for three days. Guan Hao's previous scenes were concentrated and filmed. In order to ensure the progress, he had to memorize a lot of lines.

Fang Qing was engrossed in reading the script when the phone rang, it was a message.

The sender is still: air conditioner maintenance worker

Fang Qing was stunned for a moment, but she remained calm, and tapped the message lightly with her fingers.

After reading the content, Fang Qing's face turned from white to red.

Air conditioner maintenance worker: 【I don't like rape】

Fang Qing: "..."

This means, this man went to that hotel last night, and saw himself falling asleep?

Ding dong.

Another text message.

Air conditioner maintenance worker: 【You were very disappointing to me last night】

Fang Qing did not expect that Mr. Lu, who has always cherished words like gold, would send two messages in a row.

Annoyance is also clearly revealed between the lines.

It seems that the lamp by the bedside last night was indeed turned on after this man came.

Because he saw that he was asleep, so he left without saying a word?

Then this is too...

It's impossible to be an upright person who is good at this, but this Mr. Lu is indeed unpredictable enough.

Fang Qing: [Sorry Mr. Lu]

Air conditioner maintenance worker: [Let’s leave this matter, take a photo for me now]

Fang Qing: [Excuse me, what photo do you want Mr. Lu? 】

Air conditioner maintenance worker: [You]

Fang Qing frowned, a little confused, but didn't think deeply.

This request is not excessive.

If only one photo can appease this man, it's a good deal.

Fang Qing got up and went to the bedroom, and took out a small bag of two-inch ID photos with blue background from the drawer beside the bed.

These are leftovers from his previous resume.

Fang Qing took one out of the small film bag and put it on the table, took a close-up photo with her mobile phone, and quickly sent the photo over.

"Cough cough..."

In the CEO's office of Yunshang Media, Lu Lixiao coughed violently after taking a sip of coffee.

The secretary at the side who was reporting to work with the document in his hand was taken aback. For a moment, he was curious that his boss, who had always been mature and prudent, saw something in his mobile phone being stimulated like this.

"You go out first." Lu Lixiao breathed calmly, and wiped his mouth with a tissue in a bit of embarrassment.

"It's Mr. Lu."

After the secretary left, Lu Lixiao stared at the photo on his phone, his face was like before the storm in August.

So is this guy really innocent or is he playing tricks on himself?

Who will issue ID photos to their own master Jin!

At this time, there was a knock on the office door, and Lu Lixiao said "Come in" lightly, and then threw the phone on the desk in front of him.

"Brother Lu."

The man who came in was named Baixi, Yunshang Media's most popular male artist, handsome in appearance, with exquisite facial features as if he had grown up in accordance with the current aesthetics, when he smiled at Lu Lixiao, he looked bright and dignified.

Among the contracted artists of Yunshang Media, only Baixi has the authority to release Lu Lixiao privately. He can come to this office to meet Lu Lixiao anytime, anywhere without a secretary's message.

Some people say that Bai Xi is a relative of Lu Lixiao, but more people say that Bai Xi is Lu Lixiao's lover. The two knew each other before Lu Lixiao bought Yunshang Media.

Looking at Baixi, Lu Lixiao's expression became much gentler, "Why are you here at this time, the crew is on vacation?"

"Today I have two commercials to shoot, so I took a day off. I just have free time and I'm close to the company, so I came back." Bai Xi walked to Lu Lixiao's desk and said softly, "Brother Shen The restaurant opened today, Brother Lu promised him to join us, it’s almost noon, why don’t I go and try it with Brother Lu?”

In the seemingly natural invitation, in fact, it also reveals cautiousness...

Baixi knows Lu Lixiao well, so in the past few years, he has been carefully controlling the distance between himself and him, neither alienating nor getting too close, and even showing his favor will not be deliberate.

"Well, I agreed to Old Shen before." Lu Lixiao nodded thoughtfully, "Then let's go and have a look together."

"it is good."

"By the way, tonight at eight o'clock I will gather with a few friends at the Changlu Club. We are all our own people. Come too." Lu Lixiao said lightly.

Bai Xi suppressed the joy in his heart, and nodded slightly: "Okay, Brother Lu."

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Reminder: Baixi is also a character whose original name has been changed.