When arriving at the destination, Wen Nuan took out the prepared powder from her bag and put on exquisite makeup.

With all the preparations in place, she looked at her outfit again. The deep V-shaped lace neckline created a perfect soft curve, and the effect seemed to be good.

She pursed her lips and took a deep breath before getting out of the taxi. When she looked up, she saw two large gilt characters above her head - "Imperial Nest".

After all, it is a place of sensuality. Even standing on the ground floor, you can see dazzling and luxurious neon beams in mid-air, waving in the rich night. The whole building is filled with dynamic music and crazy excitement of drunk people.

roaring sound.

Wen Nuan doesn't like such a luxurious and confusing place.

However, she has something important to do here, and now is her only chance, so there is no room for any hesitation.

She went straight to the elevator and took her to the top floor. Stepping on the luxurious Persian carpet, she anxiously arrived at the door of the VIP private room, her palms already sweating.

"Go in, I'll be waiting for you." The waiter who led the way said coldly.

Wen Nuan nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

The private room was eerily quiet. Under the dim light, the man's whole body was filled with a cold aura. His outline flickered and his face was blurred. He was both mysterious and evil.

He was sitting on an expensive eight-seater green leather sofa, with slightly curved lips. His lead gray casual jacket was casually placed aside. The collar button of his black shirt was unbuttoned, and his tie was hanging diagonally. He was leaning on the bed lazily and happily.

On the back of the chair, his expression was frivolous, but his aura was fierce and compelling.

However, the blurred outline of the man's face made Nuan Nuan's heart twitch.

Why does she think he looks familiar?

Her sudden appearance attracted the man's attention.

He raised his head and leaned forward slightly, revealing a face that was so handsome that both humans and gods were outraged, and even the gods were outraged. It was like a work of art sculpture. Only the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he already had an appearance that confounded all living beings.

Especially his beautiful and narrow peach blossom eyes, which were lazy and seemingly careless, but there was an evil spirit in them. When he saw the warm face, his eyes suddenly dimmed.

The moment she met his gaze, Wen Nuan froze.

God, did she read that right? It was actually him?!

My mind instantly went crazy and I couldn't come back to my senses. It took me a while to realize: Could it be that the boss behind Royal Nest is Rong Jue, whom he hasn't seen for seven years?!

How is this possible?!

At that moment, Wen Nuan panicked and lied casually, "I'm sorry, it seems I made a mistake."

I turned to leave, but heard him say loudly, "Wait a minute!"

A warm meal.

"Wrong way?" The handsome man smiled and drank all the wine in his glass, his eyes staring closely into hers, "Don't you want to come in and sell? Why, are you in a hurry to leave?"

A faint trace of disgust flashed in the man's black eyes, as if he didn't want to see her acquiesce at this moment. After placing the wine glass in his hand on the table, he lay back on the back of the sofa chair.

Just as Wen Nuan was about to speak, the bathroom on the side was opened, and a bald man in his fifties walked out, holding up his pants in a very inelegant manner, staring directly at Wen Wen.

This person is Rong Jue's partner, a Japanese named Matsushiro.

Seeing Nuan Nuan's enchanting figure is so enchanting that it makes people think of him, he looks like a reincarnated fairy. Just this one glance has already disturbed Matsushiro's heart.

As soon as he sat down, he smiled and asked, "Mr. Rong, this beauty is-"

Separated from a table filled with drinks and a platter of seasonal fruits, Rong Jue's body was lazily leaning on a soft chair, with a pair of black pupils like shining stars in the cold dark night, penetrating into his warm face.

"Probably a newcomer introduced by the model company," he added at the end, "If Mr. Matsushita likes it, just pick him."

Nuan Nuan was shocked. Picking at random? Did he think he was picking clothes?!

Before he could react, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone in the next moment. Nuan Nuan fell into Matsushiro's arms in dizziness, and was immediately frightened to death, while Rong Jue's face was expressionless.

He was so indifferent and sent her into the fire pit with his own hands? Did he really not remember her, or did he remember her at all, so he teased her so coldly?!

I have never been insulted like this before, and the defense line that I finally built up in Nuan Nuan's heart collapsed in an instant.

However, she was not in a hurry to get angry, but half pushed and half sat back on the sofa, trying her best to smile.

"Mr. Matsushita, don't worry. It's a long night. We can play slowly. Why don't you play dice with me first? If I lose, I'll toast you. How about that?"

"Well, this is a good idea, but the chips are not enough. If you lose, you can feed the wine with your mouth. It will be more interesting." Matsushiro requested greedily.

"Okay, just feed it with your mouth!" She risked it.

Hearing this, the man on the sofa's hand holding the wine glass tightened unconsciously. His cold eyes swept across the warm face, and a vague warning shot out of his eyes.

As if he didn't receive Rong Jue's warning, Wen Nuan still smiled and poured a glass of wine for Matsushiro.

It was just a kiss. Although she had not kissed many men in the past twenty-three years and had very little experience, she did not care. Anyway, she had only one purpose here, as long as she was not Rong Jue and found a rich man.

Just be the sponsor.

Matsushiro seemed to take the wine glass with great interest, but in fact, the two of them were staring at each other.
Chapter completed!