Chapter 16: If you want to take care of it, take care of it to the end

In the bar, Yang Minmin and Lu Yiru were talking about Zhao Jianhui. However, Zhao Jianhui's eyes passed through the two of them and stared at Lin Xuanling at the other table.

I don’t know what she was saying to Zhang Zhicheng, but it was obvious that the communication was not ideal. Lin Xuanling’s pretty face turned red. Yan Ruirui sat beside her, turning her head and looking at the direction of the door. It seemed that she had not discovered herself yet.

I don’t know if Zuo Yixuan has come, but she was not found at this time.

Yang Minmin touched Lu Yiru with her elbow: "Hey, that man has fallen in love with you, why hasn't his eyes left your breasts?"

Lu Yiru lowered her head and looked at her not-so-full breasts, and laughed with a sneer: "With you, it would be strange if she would fall in love with me. I think he is staring at you. If your man doesn't come, then the man will have to do it." The two of them giggled and glanced at Zhao Jianhui from time to time. While Zhao Jianhui was eating, he continued to adjust his posture as the two of them swung their bodies.

As a result, the two girls laughed even more happily. Lu Yiru decided to Zhao Jianhui and said, "I dare say that with the appearance of us, no matter who hooked his fingers at him, he could not escape our palms."

Yang Minmin smiled and said, "Is that so, do you want to try it?"

"Just try it, I'm still afraid that he won't succeed?" Lu Yiru said, then stood up, twisted his slender waist and walked towards Zhao Jianhui. "Handsome guy, I seem to be fascinated by something in my eyes. Please help me see, handsome guy, is there any little bug running in my eyes?"

Zhao Jianhui was smiling secretly at Lin Xuanling, but when he heard the sound, he came to his senses. He looked at the girl standing in front of him with one eye closed and smiled: "What handsome guy, I can be your uncle!"

"What, how old are you, you want to take advantage of me?" Lu Yiru hummed dissatisfied. Zhao Jianhui shook his head: "The lights in this hall are a little dim, but you won't be able to regard me as a handsome guy, right? I must be ten years older than you at least. Is it not enough to be your uncle?"

"You...you are just intentionally taking advantage of me. The hero is not as good as the world is not as good as the world's genius?" Lu Yiru said with wide eyes and stared at Zhao Jianhui. Seeing such a cute little girl's face turned red with anxiety, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but laugh: "Your eyes are already well."

"Ah..." Lu Yiru realized that the eyes that he had just pretended to be sick were wide open, and he couldn't help laughing. While smiling, she stretched out her snow-white little hand: "Hey, please get to know each other, I am a sophomore in the Film Academy, Lu Yiru."

"Zhao Jianhui." Zhao Jianhui's fingers and her little hand gently touched, and then seized the time to eat. "Great, thank you, Brother Hui!" Lu Yiru hugged Zhao Jianhui's arm and cheered. Zhao Jianhui immediately felt hot all over, his heart was pounding, and his forehead began to sweat.

He reached out and pushed Lu Yiru, and asked in a deep voice: "What are you doing?"

The little girl smiled and was not scared by his strictness. Instead, she hugged him tighter: "Brother, you are so stylish. Even the angry look is so cool, you are so handsome..."

This is the first time Zhao Jianhui has heard someone praise him like this. Seeing her deliberately thrusting her small breasts in front of her, Zhao Jianhui was about to wipe her sweat with a tissue: "Hey, if you have something to do, please stay away from me."

Lu Yiru giggled and said, "Brother, I'll wipe it for you, don't move..." As she spoke, the girl's unique youthful and seductive aura came over her face.

Zhao Jianhui couldn't stand this test anymore. He was afraid that his arm would accidentally push her with the tissue. He hurriedly grabbed the tissue and turned to the side, and pushed her and said, "It's better not to do it anymore, I'll do it myself!"

At this moment, Zhao Jianhui suddenly saw Lin Xuanling reaching out and picking up the wine glass in front of him, pouring all the red wine on Zhang Zhicheng's face. Yan Ruirui was even more arrogant and simply smashed the wine glass in her hand directly.

"Ah..." Yang Minmin, who was sitting in front of the table, couldn't help but scream. Zhang Zhicheng and Lin Xuanling are usually the great gods in her mind, and she was full of hope that she could come over to meet her later, why did these two people suddenly fight?

Even Lu Yiru sat on Zhao Jianhui's lap, not sure whether he had to run over to pull up the squad or just watch it.

However, even if she wanted to sit on Zhao Jianhui's lap like this, she couldn't do it anymore. She felt that she was being held with her little neck and threw it on the stool next to her like a piece of melon skin. Looking around, where was the shadow of the handsome guy?

Zhang Zhicheng was first splashed with alcohol by Lin Xuanling. Before he opened his eyes, he felt his face being smashed again. Then, a tingling sensation spread throughout his body.

He reached out and wiped his face. The wine and blood could be easily distinguished. The faint one was the wine, the thick one was the blood, and it was clearly distinguished on his palms. "Ah, you dare to hit me... the hell do you dare to hit me? Do you know how much my face is worth?" He said, grabbing the plate on the table and about to smash Lin Xuanling.

This guy just now, Lin Xuanling poured wine on his face, but he couldn't see who it hit him clearly in the end.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the stainless steel plate on the table seemed to have a root and could not be pulled up no matter how hard it was. When he looked down, he realized that there was a hand next to his hand. However, his hand wanted to pick up the plate, but that hand pressed the edge of the plate tightly. Damn, it's no wonder that he couldn't handle it.

"What's going on? How can you hit someone?" Zhao Jianhui asked while holding down the plate.

"You ask him, this old hooligan actually said that Zuo Yixuan wanted to come back to host the show and asked Lingling and me to accompany him..." Yan Ruirui angrily spat on Zhang Zhicheng's face again.

"You nonsense, I just asked you to come to my room to discuss when did you say that? You, your own mentality is dark and unclean, how can you slander my reputation at will?" Zhang Zhicheng's roar immediately attracted the attention of others in the bar. Several young men and women saw that his face was covered in blood, so they ran over quickly, glared at Zhao Jianhui and said, "Who are you, why are you trying to hit someone?"

Some people also shouted: "Call the security guards to come..."

"What's the security guard? Call the police quickly and let the police come to deal with him and be honest."... Zhao Jianhui felt so wronged. He was so aggrieved. He was so unconscious that he didn't even understand the matter. It was not me who beat people. Why did he let the police come to deal with me? These days, it's hard to be a good person.

These people are all under Zhang Zhicheng's subordinates, and everyone makes a living by leaning on his breath, so they all speak. No matter what the truth of the matter is, they all help Zhang Zhicheng speak. In this way, Zhang Zhicheng became even more energetic. He looked at Lin Xuanling and Zhao Jianhui with disdain, thinking that this kid might be a bodyguard, right? What's wrong with your world supermodel? Can you still have the share of your conversation in this acre of three-point land?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhicheng smiled proudly: "Miss Lin, I think you should consider the consequences of this matter clearly. We are all celebrities. If you really call the police, haha..."

Lin Xuanling looked at Zhao Jianhui, and saw that he had no expression, so he stared at Zhang Zhicheng and asked, "What do you think you should do?" "Haha, okay, I'm the same thing. Let's go to my room to have a good talk?"

"Isn't it a good thing to talk about here?" Lin Xuanling asked with a smile.

Zhang Zhicheng looked gloomy: "Miss Lin, do you really don't understand what I mean? You are also a person who is in this circle. Don't pretend to be confused, okay? If you really don't get to the point of being up to the truth, then I have to call the police over."

Looking at his disgusting face, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but sneer: "Then let's call the police, Director Zhang, right? You are really not a thing. What you mean in your words is that even the people behind you are laughing at you. It's hard for you to say it."

"You...you...you dare to curse people at this time, you..." He turned around and said to the people behind him: "You call the police, oh... call the security guard first..."

Since I heard about this incident yesterday, Zhao Jianhui didn’t plan to care about this nostalgic business. There are too many dark things in the entertainment industry now, and you can’t even control it even if you want to.

However, facing Zhang Zhicheng's arrogance and thick-skinnedness, Zhao Jianhui was really unbearable. I don't want to care about you, but I don't want to care about you, a rotten eggplant, and it's not that I don't have the ability to care about it. If I want to care, I will take care of it to the end.

Don’t you want to call the police? I’ll report it to you.

So, the host of the model competition program in the evening was not changed, and it was still Zuo Yixuan, but the director was temporarily pushed up by the deputy director. The original director Zhang Zhicheng was said to have entered the Public Security Bureau in the afternoon and has not yet come out.

In the evening, Zhao Jianhui went to Xishan Siheyuan. Grandpa seemed thinner and thinner, but he was still energetic. Zhao Jianhui was both sad and comforted. Grandma had a little back on her ears, and Zhao Jianhui often needed to speak loudly to hear it clearly. The three grandparents and grandchildren chatted for a while and the old lady was obviously so happy that she couldn't stop talking.

Liu Meiyu also came during the meal. When she saw Zhao Jianhui, she couldn't help but stare at her eyes. After the meal, Meimei Liu packed up the dishes and held the bowl and leaned close to Zhao Jianhui and whispered: "Let's go together later, I'll have something to do with you."
Chapter completed!