Gong Beibei, pretending to have just learned of Zhan Beijue's arrival, stumbled towards him.
"A Jue, you're finally here."
"I'm sorry, I drank too much, my head is so dizzy. You're here to pick me up, right? I miss you so much, let's go, I'll go home with you."
Let alone her being reeking of alcohol and her clothes being dirty.
Even if she were clean, Zhan Beijue wouldn't want to touch her.
Naturally, as she ran towards him, Zhan Beijue lifted his right leg over his left, shifted his body inward, and easily dodged her advance.
Gong Beibei missed, half of her body sprawled on the sofa, revealing half of her spring. Zhan Beijue didn't even glance at her.
"Change your clothes and then come find me. You smell of alcohol and are so dirty, your Aunt Zhou will worry if she sees you like this."
The girl was so drunk, and he showed no pity, not even letting her touch him?
Gong Beibei felt an unspeakable discomfort and embarrassment.
But she tried to control her emotions, hoping to use this opportunity to get closer to him.
"Did you bring me clothes too? Did you just grab them from my room, or did you buy new ones?"
Zhan Beijue was expressionless.
"Your Aunt Zhou got them from your room for you. What, do you want me to buy you new clothes?"
Gong Beibei acted coyly, "I do! I not only want new clothes, but I also want you to go shopping with me, watch movies with me, and travel with me."
"There are many things I want you to do. A Jue, are you willing?"
Zhan Beijue couldn't help but glance at her sideways.
"You've had too much to drink. You should hurry and have someone help you change."
Gong Beibei shook her head, her voice becoming more coquettish.
"I've had too much to drink. But not just anyone can touch me. I don't want her to help me change."
That would be great then.
I don't want to help you change either.
Since she had gotten her phone back anyway, Jiang Nanfang glanced at Xu Yanchuan.
"Since there's nothing for me here, I'll be leaving. Thank you for returning my phone."
"Hey, hey, hey," she had finally lured her here, and before she could say anything, how could she just leave? Xu Yanchuan reached out and grabbed her.
"Don't rush off, what's your name? We seem to have met before, don't you remember me?"
To be honest, Jiang Nanfang also found him somewhat familiar.
But handsome guys nowadays, with a bit of styling, all look pretty much the same. She didn't think they had any past connection.
"Excuse me, I just got off work, I'm a bit tired and need to go back and rest. Goodbye."
Regardless of whether they had met before.
Jiang Nanfang didn't want to make friends, and even less so in front of Zhan Beijue.
Giving him no face at all, she pulled her hand away and was about to leave again.
Xu Yanchuan quickened his steps and blocked her path.
"We really met before, I'm not kidding. Don't you remember? In Germany, at Compton Manor."
He made a motion of taking off his pants.
"Did you cut my belt?"
Cut his belt?
Did these two really know each other?
Zhan Beijue unconsciously looked over again. m..oΓg
A flash of realization crossed Jiang Nanfang's eyes, and she instantly remembered.
She did indeed know this person, it turned out to be the one she had almost hit before.
But was that important?
It had been so long, and he still wanted to dredge up the past?
Jiang Nanfang didn't want to cause any more trouble.
"Sir, you've mistaken me for someone else. I've never been to Germany, I don't remember any Compton Manor, excuse me."
After speaking, she sidestepped Xu Yanchuan and walked directly out of the private room.
Xu Yanchuan patted his head suspiciously and muttered to himself.
"No, I couldn't have mistaken her. She has very distinctive features, it's her. Afraid to admit it?"
Gong Beibei was still lying on the sofa. Zhan Beijue, unable to stand the smell, suddenly stood up.
"I'll wait for you downstairs. Come down quickly after you're done. Don't make me wait too long."
With that, he walked out the door in two steps, crossed the long corridor, and arrived at the elevator door.
The elevator hadn't arrived yet. Jiang Nanfang, wearing a simple and elegant white dress, stood alone by the door.
Today, a stylist and makeup artist had specially dressed her up, making her look more refined and slender than usual.
No matter how many times he saw her, Zhan Beijue had to admit one fact: her profile and her back were extremely pleasing to the eye.
Standing a few steps away, watching her silently, Zhan Beijue hesitated whether to go up to her.
If he went, it would seem like he had deliberately followed her out.
If he didn't, he didn't want to stay in this unpleasant environment any longer.
Fortunately, the elevator arrived quickly.
Jiang Nanfang walked in, turned around to close the door, and then discovered that Zhan Beijue had appeared at the doorway at some point.
Her hand paused on the close door button, and she looked at him, "Do you want to come in?"
She had invited him herself, he hadn't chased after her!
Zhan Beijue put his hands in his pockets and walked in expressionlessly.
The door closed, and they stood with one leaning against the back wall and the other facing the floor numbers, far apart, ignoring each other.
The elevator descended rapidly and arrived at the eighth floor, and the doors opened.
Outside the doors, it was extremely noisy.
The clamorous voices of drunk men and women swept in.
People were saying goodbye, and after a few polite words, a group of drunken men, arm in arm, surged forward, completely filling the elevator.
Jiang Nanfang was squeezed into a corner by the floor numbers. Zhan Beijue was at the very back.
They suddenly became two people at opposite ends of the world.
There was a fair-skinned, beautiful woman standing in the elevator, her straight, smooth hair cascading over her shoulders, making her look delicate and petite.
Thinking she was easy to bully, one of the men sized up Jiang Nanfang for two seconds and suddenly reached out to her shoulder.
Jiang Nanfang instinctively dodged, quickly turned her head, and glared at him, "What are you doing?"
Seeing Jiang Nanfang's displeased expression, the man felt guilty.
"Pressing the numbers, what's wrong? Did you rent this elevator? Can't others press it?"
Naturally, there was no such reason.
But did they have to press the floors like this?
Jiang Nanfang glared at the man and tried to move away from him.
Her companions burst into laughter.
"Why aren't you pressing it, Brother Long? So useless? You get scared by a beautiful woman's shout, and you don't dare? If you don't press it, I will."
"There's no floor I like. If you like it, you press it."
The man replied meaningfully.
Everyone chuckled, and immediately someone stepped forward and placed a hand on Jiang Nanfang's other shoulder.
Damn it! With so much space, it wasn't enough for him to press, but he had to reach around her neck? Was he trying to take advantage so obviously, thinking she was an idiot!
Jiang Nanfang dodged his hand and slapped him.
"Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do. Acting like hooligans in broad daylight, do you think I'm easy to bully?"
"Spicy pepper? So fierce? Brother Long doesn't like it, but I happen to like it."
The man didn't get angry even after being hit, smiling playfully. He reached out to touch Jiang Nanfang's chin.
"What's wrong, beauty? Heartbroken? In a bad mood? Don't be so angry, do you want big brother to help you vent?"
Looking at them, all of them swaying drunk, their eyes hazy, not knowing who they were.
They were all people, but the difference compared to Zhan Beijue standing behind her was too obvious.
Jiang Nanfang dodged his hand and sneered.
"I'm not heartbroken. My boyfriend is standing behind me. Want him to help me vent? Ask him if he agrees first."