Chapter 11: Zhou Xun Drunk

"Hehe, no such thing. For a work of the scale of *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, how could it use a newcomer? We will definitely prioritize famous flowers like Zhao Wei and Zhou Xun."

It is said that seven parts true and three parts false are the most realistic. Zhang Zhang Jizhong admitted the existence and project establishment of *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, and also took Zhao Wei as a shield to hide his true intentions.

It was not until February 2002 that Zhang Zhang Jizhong would officially announce the project of *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils* with Suzhou TV, Kyushu Audio-Visual, and the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and the first gimmick used to hype was Zhao Wei playing Azhu.

With such a shocking word from Lu Kuan, Zhang Zhang Jizhong had to firmly bind him to his chariot.

"Daoist Master Lu, the 350,000 consultant fee is not a problem. What about the other aspects?"

Lu Kuan sighed deeply, his face embarrassed, "Three days ago, it was effortless, but now there are twists and turns, and resolution is not an easy task."

Lu Kuan wanted this effect, as if using a long bait to keep hanging him.

Just starting out, he could only use these mysterious means that could not be on the table to pretend, until his wings were full, directly capital-led, that would be invincible.

Night fell, the young Daoist looked at the exercises twenty years ago in the hotel room and was at a loss. Only English and Chinese could be barely okay. The test papers in Jiangsu were too perverted.

In this era, Jiangsu was far from being connected to the national paper, and the name of Ge Jun Ge Ye made students hear the wind and lose their courage.

However, Ge Ye went to harm Henan candidates in 2002, which made Lu Kuan feel slightly relieved.

The mobile phone rang, he lifted his eyelids, it was Jiang Jiang Qinqin.

"Hello? Lu Kuan, can you take a taxi to Angel Bar? It's in the city center. I'll send you the address later."

"Oh, don't move!"

A rustling sound came from the other end of the phone. Jiang Jiang Qinqin finally helped the drunk Zhou Xun sit upright, and then she had the free hand to say, "Xun Ge is drunk, I really can't handle it. You come to help us drive!"

There is still such a good thing!

The young Daoist pinched his fingers, and the peach blossom robbery seemed to be coming. He was going to be romantic for a while!

Lu Kuan arrived at Angel Bar with ease.

"How did you drink like this?"

Even though Lu Kuan was mentally prepared, he was still a little surprised to see Zhou Xun, who was always unrestrained, so wasted.

The two only found the most corner seat to sit down, and Jiang Jiang Qinqin didn't dare to ask the waiter for help.

He wiped the corners of Zhou Xun's mouth who vomited all over the floor, and wrapped half of her face with a scarf. It was undoubtedly another big gossip if he was photographed at this time.

"Trapped by feelings, I told her to listen to you and not go to the hospital, but she wouldn't listen."

"She guarded Li Li Yapeng's surgery for a night, and as a result, Qu Ying came the next day. You can imagine!"

The behind-the-scenes Lu Kuan let her carry herself calmly, took Zhou Xun from Jiang Jiang Qinqin's arms, and helped her into the car.

Accidentally touching a piece of plumpness, Jiang Jiang Qinqin trembled, and fortunately, the light in the bar was gray, and both pretended not to know, and helped Zhou Xun into the car together.

Jiang Jiang Qinqin patted her high-standing chest with lingering fear, "Fortunately you came. Just now, a few second-rate people at the next table kept whistling, scaring me to death!"

She was wearing a high-necked sweater inside today, and she could see her long white neck and the high bulge under the sweater from the side.

"Oh, wait, my bag fell on the seat." Jiang Jiang Qinqin patted her forehead, just wanted to find her mobile phone and found that it was lost along with the bag.

Lu Kuan thought of the second-rate people she mentioned, left the car window a little gap, and accompanied Jiang Jiang Qinqin back to the bar.

"Leaving so soon, sister?"

A few frivolous whistles came. The tattooed man at the next table just came back from the toilet and found that the two beauties had left, seeing her return, he took the initiative to attack.

"Hooked up with a gigolo in a while, damn, is this thin thing okay?"

Jiang Jiang Qinqin had a dark face and wrapped the scarf tighter. This kind of person should not be ignored, and she could not let them recognize her.

Lu Kuan, who was beside her, suddenly kicked out, kicking away the Lu Shan claw that the tattooed man stretched out, which was about to touch her plump buttocks.

"Damn! Do him!"

The familiar provocation was countered and countered again, and the bar was in a mess.

Lu Kuan kicked away the men and women who were blocking the way with a few kicks, dragged Jiang Jiang Qinqin and ran out of the door, running toward the dark alley.

The interior of the urban village is complex and there are no street lights, which is the easiest to hide.

The two entered a dark alley. The pursuit of a group of local ruffians caused a burst of chickens and dogs in the urban village. They ran past their hiding place several times without noticing.

The alley entrance was narrow. Jiang Jiang Qinqin was standing opposite Lu Kuan at this time. The two were squeezed together face to face. The man's warm breath kept hitting her forehead.

Even if there was a slightly thicker winter coat blocking it, the atmosphere mixed with the smell and breathing of the two was still ambiguous.

She was a little glad for the height difference of more than ten centimeters between the two. Otherwise, she would be in such close contact with a young man who was six or seven years younger than herself, which was really embarrassing.

She suddenly felt a big hand pass through her back and insert it into her jeans pocket, and the warm touch quickly occupied her body sensation, and her long-empty body trembled.

"Hmm...!"

Jiang Jiang Qinqin looked up in astonishment, instinctively wanting to scream, but was covered by Lu Kuan.

In a hurry, she used the heel of her high heels to crush the young Daoist's instep, which hurt him so much that he hurriedly took out an object, waved it in front of the female star, and skillfully removed the battery, which made her understand everything.

It turned out that he was afraid that the mobile phone ringtone would expose his position. In a hurry, he took an expedient measure.

Jiang Jiang Qinqin's pretty face was blushing, and she flickered her long eyelashes and said sorry with her mouth, and the charming red lips made Lu Kuan, who had just tasted it, unable to stop.

"You!..."

Jiang Jiang Qinqin felt that something was wrong with her body, her eyes went down, and she secretly spat, turning her head to one side and not speaking.

The young Daoist laughed awkwardly and didn't mention the ambiguity just now, just asked sternly: "Back to the crew hotel?"

Jiang Jiang Qinqin was stunned, "Forget it, find a hotel. The crew is now blocked by a bunch of reporters, and she will be finished if she goes back."

Lu Kuan glanced at the unconscious Xun Ge in the back row, drove straight to the only five-star hotel in the city center, opened a suite on the top floor first, and then notified Jiang Jiang Qinqin to come up from the elevator secretly.

Fortunately, the hotel's security and check-in inspection were not so strict in this era. The two worked together to put Zhou Xun on the sofa, and the latter was a little sober at this time, shouting to continue drinking.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 12 =====

Fortunately, the hotel's security and check-in inspections weren't that strict at this time. The two of them worked together to lay Zhou Xun down on the sofa; the latter was also somewhat sober by now and was shouting loudly that she wanted to continue drinking.

(End of chapter)