Chapter 117 Secret Door

The dance is over.

Liu Qingluo looked towards the corner.

Jiang Jiang and Rong Yu were not at their seats.

Jiang Jiang went to the changing room of the cocktail party.

many people.

Mostly touch up makeup.

There are only two changing rooms.

Jiang Jiang thought that Liu Qingluo just wanted to drug her, but she didn't expect Liu Qingluo to be so cruel.

Careless.

The clothes were soaked.

Fortunately, she did not choose a silk dress.

That thing lets light in.

Damn Liu Qingluo, she chose a wine of such an outrageous color, and her dress was completely ruined.

A large wine stain will leave a mark even after it dries.

There were too many people in the changing room. Not to mention that Jiang Jiang didn't have two sets of clothes prepared, even if she had clothes, it wouldn't be Jiang Jiang's turn. By the time the people in front of her got in line, the cocktail party was over.

With no other options, Jiang Jiang had to run away.

As soon as I went out, I bumped into a waiter.

Jiang Jiang, who was drunk, was kindly given a suit jacket.

Jiang Jiang said thank you.

Glancing down and seeing a faint mark on his chest, Jiang Jiang reached out and touched his suit.

The material is excellent.

Anyone who wears this coat is either rich or noble.

But the nameplate was taken away.

Out of caution, Jiang Jiang asked the system, "Whose suit is this? Is there anyone outside?"

[Qian Zhongyi, a second-generation rich man, Leng Huanjun's rival, Leng Huanjun is waiting for someone at the door, and his target should be the host. Downstairs, a group of reporters who don't know the reason are blocking the stairs. ]

Through the camera, the system saw Leng Huanjun sneaking around the door.

Jiang Jiang ground his back teeth.

Careless.

This woman's desire for revenge is extremely strong.

It’s poisonous enough.

Jiang Jiang threw away her high heels, put on her suit and walked out. From a distance, she saw the tuft of red hair standing at the door, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Nearly.

Leng Huanjun pretended to be drunk and fell headfirst, but did not fall completely. He made a fake move to get closer to Jiang Jiang and tried to fall on Jiang Jiang.

Jiang Jiang quickly took off his suit, wrapped Leng Huanjun's entire head, and then quickly tied two knots with his sleeves.

Without the restraint of high heels, Jiang Jiang ran downstairs quickly.

A group of reporters holding cameras gathered together at the stairs, trying to film some scandal.

Jiang Jiang pressed her whole body against the wall, breathing heavily.

Listening to the sound of leather shoes, they were getting closer and closer.

Jiang Jiang thought he had no way out.

Just then, the wall behind him suddenly moved.

Jiang Jiang fell into the lounge.

It turns out there is a hidden door in the stairwell with two steps underneath it.

Jiang Jiang's back hit the steps heavily.

The delicate skin immediately became red and swollen.

The zipper on the back of my dress was bruised and bleeding.

Jiang Jiang grimaced in pain and got up from the ground.

The lounge is not big.

About four or five square meters.

"Little girl, we meet again."

The kind driver uncle sat on the sofa and looked Jiang Jiang up and down.

At this time, Jiang Jiang was in a mess, with wine stains all over her dress.

Standing barefoot in the shadows, with dishevelled hair and sweating profusely.

The middle-aged man asked again.

"Are you in any trouble?"

Meeting a big guy in this place doesn't seem like a good thing.

Jiang Jiang: What method?

[Small surveillance room. He saw you being followed in the corridor and deliberately opened the secret door to let you in.]

After hearing the system's answer, Jiang Jiang's heart immediately settled down.

"Huh!" Jiang Jiang heaved a long sigh, "I didn't expect there was a hidden lounge here. I was scared to death. I barely survived. I almost thought I was going to die here."

I tidied up my hair and clothes a little.

Looking around, the only place to sit in the lounge was the single sofa under the middle-aged man.

He looked up and smiled, "Uncle, you are not out tasting wine, but coming here to relax, which is quite special."

The middle-aged man responded with a smile and said slowly, "I don't really like crowded places." He folded his hands and leaned back slightly.

He buried his face in the shadows, making it impossible to see his expression.