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Chapter 184 184: Zhao Li¡¯s beloved husband, Jiang Zhuo¡¯s appearance (two updates merged)

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    Qin Zhaoli put out his cigarette and changed his posture: "Call him over and tell him that I will order him to sit on the stage."

    The manager thought of yesterday¡¯s bill and seemed to see RMB flying in the sky, and he felt excited: ¡°Wait a moment, I¡¯ll call him over right now.¡±

    The manager¡¯s surname was Sun, who was in charge of the box business. He didn¡¯t dare to delay, so he found Deputy Manager Tan, who was in charge of clearing the bar, and asked him to call someone over quickly.

    Jiang Zhuo had just finished singing a song and was in the common room.

    Deputy Manager Tan went in and called: "Jiang Zhuo, come out. Manager Sun is looking for you."

    Jiang Zhuo put down his guitar and just sang a few rock songs. He didn't even have time to wipe the sweat off his head: "Is something okay, manager?"

    Manager Sun looked him up and down. There was nothing wrong with his face, but his clothes

    "Did you bring any other clothes?"

    The sweatshirt he was wearing must have been worn for a long time, and it was a little worn out after being washed.

    He shook his head: "No."

    Because he didn¡¯t have to cover the DJ¡¯s shift today, he was dressed casually, without makeup, and there were injuries on his face.

    Maybe rich women like this kind of thing. Manager Sun knows a few of them. He didn¡¯t delay any longer: ¡°That¡¯s it. Be careful what you say when you get to the private room later so as not to offend anyone.¡±

    Manager Sun gave instructions as he walked.

    Jiang Zhuo¡¯s feet did not move: ¡°Manager, I am a resident singer and I will not accompany you to drink.¡±

    Manager Sun knew that he was a college student and a cello student, and he had backbone and arrogance, but Qin Zhaoli could not offend him.

    "Maybe I didn't explain something clearly to you," Manager Sun's face darkened, "You can refuse 90% of the guests in the entertainment city, but there is still 10%."

    Manager Sun shook his head.

    The remaining 10% are the richest among the rich. If you offend them, it may be more than just being unable to stay in the entertainment city.

    Manager Sun felt a little sorry when he saw Jiang Zhuo's expression of "he would rather have the jade broken than the whole thing." It looked like he was forcing a good girl into prostitution.

    He quickly said some words of relief: "It's just a drink, don't think so complicated. Didn't you have a few drinks with Ms. Huang last time? Ms. Huang is a bit difficult to deal with. She is like a pervert reincarnated."  , but Mr. Qin¡ª"

    Jiang Zhuo suddenly raised his head: "Is it Qin Zhaoli who ordered me?"

    certainly.

    After Mr. Qin spent a lot of money, Jiang Zhuo had her label on him, so how could anyone dare to ask him to accompany him for drinks.

    "Didn't I tell you?" Manager Sun slapped his head, "Look at me, I'm so busy. It was Mr. Qin who asked me to call you over."

    As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Zhuo opened his legs and walked very fast.

    Aren¡¯t you a resident singer and don¡¯t have a drink?  Wouldn't it be better to be in pieces than in pieces?  She really looks like a charming lady waiting for her favorite benefactor.

    Manager Sun suddenly had a headache.

    Jiang Zhuo turned around: "Aren't you leaving?"

    "Let's go, let's go."

    Manager Sun followed.

    Thinking about it carefully, Mr. Qin is indeed not an ordinary benefactor. He is rich, beautiful, has a good figure, does not mess around, and is generous. Naturally, he is not comparable to an older married lady like Ms. Huang. Jiang Zhuo is only twenty.  Next year, at such a vigorous age

    "Jiang Zhuo." Manager Sun hesitated, "Do you like Mr. Qin?"

    Jiang Zhuo turned around, his face reddening: "You, don't talk nonsense."

    Why are you stuttering?

    Manager Sun is a person who has been here before and has never seen anything. Think about the good prostitutes in the story books. How many of them had good endings? A benefactor is a benefactor after all. What is said in bed will last forever

    After thinking about it, Manager Sun thought that he still needed to give some advice: "I don't know what you think, but it's best not to have other thoughts. Mr. Qin is not from the same world as us. With her background, she comes to the entertainment city.  Mostly just for fun, unlikely to be serious."

    A basin of cold water cooled the ginger thoroughly.

    Manager Sun was still trying to persuade her from the bottom of her heart: "Besides, Mr. Qin already has a fianc¨¦."

    ?? Rich people like to come to the aphrodisiac to have fun, but have you ever seen anyone who comes to the aphrodisiac to find true love?

    Jiang Zhuo's face has turned pale.

    Manager Sun sighed and said earnestly: "Although you are different from A Xing and others," A Xing is a seller, Jiang Zhuo is not, "but the threshold of the Qin family -"

    "Manager, you are worrying too much," Jiang Zhuo, who was walking in front, lowered his head and always straightened his back, "I have no other ideas."

    Did it just happenp; On purpose.

    Even a blind person can see that Qin Zhaoli did it on purpose.

    With a bit of joking in her eyes, she looked at the blushing Jiang Zhuo: "Do you have a girlfriend?"

    She is a person like this. Even if she really wants to have a pair of lovers, she will not touch someone who is already married.

    Jiang Zhuo rarely looked away. In such a confusing atmosphere, his eyes were still clean and clear: "No."

    Some girls shouted: "Sister Zhaoli, you are partial."

    Qin Zhaoli only smiled and did not deny it.

    The wine bottle is in front of Jiang Zhuo, and he starts this round.

    By coincidence, the bottle turned around a few times and returned to Qin Zhaoli as if it recognized its owner.

    Qin Zhaoli is a little addicted to such a boring game: "Do you have any questions? No problem, you can make a request to me."

    Even if Jiang Zhuo asked her for 100 million now, she would give it to him.

    When the atmosphere was getting thicker, someone knocked on the door.

    "Mr. Qin."

    It¡¯s Manager Sun. He didn¡¯t come in. He was at the door.

    Qin Zhaoli asked: "What's the matter?"

    "Miss Xu is here."

    Qin Zhaoli stood up the wine bottle: "Wait for me for a while."

    Xu Tanxi is outside, with Rong Li.

    It was a bit cold outside, Qin Zhaoli put on his coat and went out: "Have you had dinner?"

    Xu Tanxi said: "I haven't eaten yet."

    "Manager Sun," Qin Zhaoli turned around and ordered, "go get some food."

    Manager Sun just agreed¡ª¡ª

    "No need." Rong Li said, "I'll take her out to eat."

    His eyes were guarded.

    What to guard against?

    Just in case she brings Xu Tanxi into trouble.

    "Everyone is here, why don't you let her play?" Qin Zhaoli thinks Rong Li is a bit strict in controlling Xu Tanxi.

    He glanced into the box, his eyes a little harsh, but his coaxing tone to Xu Tanxi was very soft: "We need to go back early, Guan Guan is still waiting for us at home."

    Xu Tanxi nodded and said yes.

    She pulled Qin Zhaoli aside and had something to say to her: "If you are a bastard, just find someone to fix him. No," she couldn't say Tai Meng Lang's words, "Don't do this nonsense."

    This tone is more senior than elders.

    "Where did I go wrong?"

    She said in a low voice: "If you have to find someone outside, just one person will do, not two."

    Does she look like a loving mother who wants to discipline but can¡¯t help doting on her?

    Qin Zhaoli laughed so hard that he deliberately teased her: "Why can't the two of them do it? They men can be like Ehuang and Nvying, but why can't I hug her from left to right?"

    Old Antique blushed: "Zhaoli."

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    "I'm teasing you." Qin Zhaoli said more seriously, "Okay, don't worry about it, I'm just having fun, I'm not serious."

    Xu Tanxi wanted to give a few more words of advice, but her cell phone rang.

    She answered: "Hello."

    "Doctor Xu."

    It¡¯s Nurse Zheng in the intensive care unit.

    "What's up?"

    Nurse Zheng sounded a little panicked: "Can you come to the hospital? Tong Donglin was just pushed into the operating room and could not be saved. He had applied for organ donation before. Vice-president Qiao advocated donation first, but the family members felt that it was too sudden and they could not accept it.  No."

    "I am going now."

    After Xu Tanxi answered the phone, Qin Zhaoli asked her: "What's wrong?"

    "There is something wrong at the hospital."

    Qin Zhaoli was a little dissatisfied when he thought that she hadn't even eaten dinner: "There is no one else in such a big hospital? I won't even let you rest after get off work."

    Xu Tanxi has a good temper and shows no emotion at all: "I'm leaving first."

    Qin Zhaoli waved his hand and let her go.

    At this time, Jiang Zhuo in the box also received a call from the hospital. It was from the doctor in charge of his sister Jiang Lie: "The heart source is available, and the operation will be performed tomorrow. Mr. Jiang, please prepare as soon as possible."

    After a while, Qin Zhaoli went in and she sat down: "Continue what you just said."

    Jiang Zhuo was in a daze holding his cell phone.

    "Jiang Zhuo."

    He didn't respond.

    "Jiang Zhuo."

    He came to his senses.

    Qin Zhaoli said: "It's your turn."

    When it's his turn, he's transferred to Qin Zhaoli, where he can ask a question or make a request.

    "Ms. Qin."

    "you say."

    He leaned close to her ear, his voice was very low, and only she could hear: "You asked me before if I would come out, do you still want to count?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)nbsp; He leaned close to her ear, his voice was very low, and only she could hear: "You asked me before if I would come out, do you still want to count?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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