"Let me love you and then abandon me. I just want to set off without any purpose..."

Before Pei Chengyou's laughter subsided, the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang suddenly. The ringtone of the cell phone was the sad ballad "Cruel Moonlight" by Lin Youjia, who was not suitable for him.

"Girl, you feel good after washing. I'll take a look at you. I'll let you take a look at me later."

Pei Chengyou glanced at the screen, reached out and patted Gu Xiou's face affectionately, blinked his bright peach blossom eyes ambiguously, and sparks of unknown meaning swept across Gu Xiou's body, and then closed the bathroom door.

Go out and answer the phone.

"Hey, Ike, what's going on?"

Pei Chengyou's voice was filled with warm familiarity, but his evil eyes, invisible to others, were suddenly tinged with a layer of coldness.

"Pei, the press conference is about to start, haven't you come yet?"

On the other end of the phone, Ike's voice was very cheerful, and if you listened carefully, it also contained the joy of a reunion between men.

"Ike, isn't it the time yet? It's not a gentleman's way to disturb brother's good things."

Pei Chengyou raised his wrist to look at the latest men's watch from Vacheron Constantin, and found that the hands were already pointing to ten forty, with a hint of ridicule on his beautiful lips.

"Pei, don't overdo it. Don't forget what the 'National Day' six years ago meant to Qiao..."

"Ike, stop it. When did the manager become a man-woman?"

Pei Chengyou's smile froze for a moment, but only for a second, and then he resumed his cynical tone. His narrow and bright eyes were unfathomable, and he reached out and took out another cigarette from his trouser pocket.

"Okay, no more talking, I'll wait for you."

Ike seemed to know his friend's displeasure, and made an "ok" gesture to Joanne in the room, then hung up the phone with a slight smile.

"Wen Nan, haven't you found the model's contact information yet?"

After hanging up the phone, Ike on the 27th floor turned on the headset again and asked Wen Nan, the assistant and planner of this conference.

"I've asked, but she doesn't have a phone number. Her introducer said that we should rest assured that as long as she takes orders, there will never be any scalpers..." On the other end of the phone, Wen Nan's tone was a little timid.

Before he finished speaking, he was startled by a figure walking in barefoot, but when he touched her leather coat and cold eyes, he said with relief, "Are you the late model?"

On the twenty-eighth floor, Pei Chengyou, who had finished smoking, heard the sound of running water in the bathroom. He walked closer and pushed the door open, "Girl, haven't you washed yourself yet?"

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Chapter completed!