Chapter 839

Nine in the evening.

An hour after Jiang ruting and Gu Zheyi left the Jiang family, Jiang Rumo in a windbreaker also drove out of the door of the Jiang family.

Her direction was opposite to that of her family. Half an hour later, the car stopped at the door of an insignificant bar.

It is only two streets away from the extravagant high-end bar street, but it is like cloud and mud.

At this time, the bar street is full of lights and luxury cars, and there are an endless stream of rich and noble families. Here, however, there is a miasma. People dressed as gangsters fill the streets outside the door and the small hall on the first floor.

But it's just that the skin is different, and the inside is just a pair of virtue.

It's nothing more than indulgent days and drunken nights.

When the whole city gradually fell asleep, the excitement of these two places had just begun.

Jiang Rumo stepped out of the car. She seemed to be a familiar guest here. Without stopping, she went directly into the bar and went to the second floor.

Late at night, a person appeared in this place with mixed fish and dragons and chaotic environment. Jiang Rumo's temperament was different from others. She walked all the way and naturally attracted countless eyes.

Those gangsters are like hunters who have been hungry for a long time. They are scanning their eyes and looking for suitable prey for themselves.

However, Jiang Rumo wore a windbreaker and covered his concave convex figure under his clothes, so he didn't attract those little gangsters forward.

In the noisy music, Jiang Rumo's high heels stepped on the wooden stairs, but there was no sound.

The wooden stairs rotate up, and when you step on the second floor, there are all kinds of boxes, some of which are completely closed, while others are directly facing the performance stage on the first floor to have a panoramic view of the programs on the stage.

Jiang Rumo did not squint and chose one of the corridors to go to the end.

There is a small balcony at the end. The location is hidden, but the view is excellent. You can not only see the situation of the hall, but also see the bar door on the first floor. You can find it at the first time when someone approaches.

It's just that the place is simple. Although the music is much less here, it still makes people's ears hurt.

As soon as Jiang Rumo approached the balcony, he was pulled in by his outstretched arm.

"You're late. I've been waiting for you for more than half an hour." the man pressed her against the wall. He formed two barriers with the wall behind her, trapped her in it, and the hoarse and smiling voice filled the narrow space.

When Jiang Rumo was dragged in by him, she was out of balance. At this time, she stood firm and wanted to reach out to push him away, but she didn't try hard, and naturally didn't really push the person in front of her.

She winked, glanced at the person in front of her and snorted, "I've been impatient for only half an hour?"

The scarlet fingernails click on the man's chest. Her words seem to follow the rhythm of her fingers, but also word by word: "you know, it's your honor to wait for me."

The man chuckled and trembled the whole chest. With one hand, he picked up her chin and raised his index finger slightly, so that Jiang Rumo's eyes were on his own eyes. The other hand slid gently on her side face, and his voice was almost whispered: "yes, I'd like to lift shoes for you."

Jiang Rumo would not be fooled by his "affectionate" appearance. She looked at him angrily, patted his hand and asked, "have you done everything?"

"Naturally, when did I fail to do what you told me?" the man said. He didn't mind her refusal at all. Instead, he stepped forward and hugged the person in front of him, bowed his head and buried it on the side of her neck, breathing the aroma of her body, as if he was drunk with the smell of wine. "When will you allow me to do that waste? I can't tolerate him touching you again."

Jiang Rumo moved his hand up, put it on his head and gently stroked his hair, like touching a large dog wagging its tail at her.

She didn't speak, and the man's movements gradually stopped.

He raised his head. Under the weak light, he could see that he had a mixed race face, deep facial features, bronze skin, and a long scar on his thick black eyebrows, which slanted straight to the end of his eyes, adding a ferocity to him. He was tall, strong and burly, and muscles on his arms.

Jiang Rumo looked at the man with no expression on his face. He reached out and patted his face. His red lips opened slightly and breathed like LAN: "don't bargain with me, you know, I don't like it."

The man sighed like a compromise and didn't tangle about it. He hugged her again, leaned in her ear and said with a low smile: "then you should always accompany me for a while tonight. You know me. If you want me to work hard for you, you can't do it without sweetness."

Jiang Rumo's lips were slightly hooked, and his eyes were bright and dark. They were both of the same kind and knew the inferiority of each other.

She stopped pushing away the man and leaned obediently in his arms.

"Do another thing for me. The day after tomorrow, Qin Zhixu and WAN Yuqing's wedding, I want to sing a big play."

"Don't say see you, ten things are all right."

——

When Jiang ruting returned to the villa, Jiang Rumo had not come back.

She took the tranquilizing tea poured by the nanny and sat on the sofa alone. She was stunned for a long time before she got up and walked to the bedroom.

In the past, she was never so tired when she pretended to be Jiang Rumo, but today, in the face of Gu Chenyi and old master Gu, she didn't dare to relax at all.

Jiang ruting sat in front of the dressing mirror and looked at himself. The cotton pad stained with makeup remover slowly wiped his eyelashes and slipped onto the tear mole at the end of his eyes.

This tear mole is Jiang Rumo's beauty.

Without this tear mole, she was Jiang ruting. With this tear mole, she became Jiang Rumo.

At first, when Jiang Rumo planned to ask her to go out for her, the first thing was to force her to learn to draw this tear mole in the house.

She kept erasing and painting until she couldn't see flaws from all angles. She was allowed to stop writing by Jiang Rumo.

Until now, she can do it, just a little, just like the tear mole on Jiang Rumo's face.

Tearful mole learned, but she knew she would never become Jiang Rumo.

Jiang ruting's fingers moved and slid over the tear mole, where it became clean in an instant.

After unloading her makeup, Jiang ruting lay in bed. She unconsciously recalled the conversation with Gu Chenyi when she was at home. She still had lingering palpitations in her heart.

This matter

Do you want to tell your sister?

She firmly believes in her ability to play Jiang Rumo. From appearance to appearance tonight, she will not make mistakes.

And it's just these words. Maybe Gu Chenyi didn't find it at all.

Think about the reaction of Gu Chenyi and uncle Gu at that time. It seems that they are only dissatisfied that Jiang robbed their business and did not target her.

Besides, even if Gu Chenyi finds out that she is Jiang ruting, what can she do.

Everyone knows that the Jiang family are twins. What evidence can they have to prove that it was not Jiang Rumo at that time.

Jiang ruting hesitated and decided not to say.

——

The next morning, Jiang ruting was about to go out after breakfast when he saw Jiang Rumo coming in from the hospital.

She was still beautiful and neat, as if she had just gone out for a walk.

But Jiang ruting knew that every time her sister went out, it meant that she was planning a new game again.

"Good morning, sister." Jiang ruting changed his shoes and hurried out.

"Well." Jiang Rumo didn't ask when she looked worried, but said faintly, "was there a mistake at the family dinner last night?"

"No." Jiang ruting took the mobile phone and bag on the shoe cabinet and whispered.

Jiang Rumo nodded, "well, that's good."

Without looking at Jiang ruting, she went straight upstairs.

Jiang ruting at the door closed the door and got into her car. She didn't hold the steering wheel until she left home for a distance.