hollywood billionaire

Chapter 422 You broke your promise

"Little greedy cat...I'm afraid it's not me."

After being stunned for only a moment, Xu Yiru returned to normal.

She leaned against the door, her arms folded across her chest, her voice light and cheerful.

"Why did you come to see him so late?" At this point, Xiaoru glanced at the laptop in Zhao Youzhen's arms and took the initiative to say, "Don't say it's for work... It's quite deliberate."

"Of course it's work." Yuzhen pursed her lips after being exposed, still sticking to her version of the story, "There are some urgent matters that must be dealt with tonight, so I need to find him."

"Can't you call if you have an emergency?" Xiaoru tilted her head, "Why do you have to come to... someone else's room?"

Originally, she wanted to use the word "boss" and emphasize the tone to let Zhao Youzhen know how ridiculous and presumptuous the plot of a subordinate knocking on his superior's door late at night was, and how embarrassing it would be to outsiders if it got out. But the words were already on the tip of her tongue, and Xu Yiru swallowed them back and replaced them with a random title.

Even in this situation, Xiaoru didn't want to hurt the other person with such harsh words.

She just happened to fall in love with the same person as herself, when Han Yi was still single.

She wasn't wrong.

Or at least...not that serious.

"Because I couldn't get through to him, the line was busy."

Zhao Youzhen, who is usually taciturn and seems to have no interest in the ways of the world and has little understanding of them, actually has a very keen sense of other people's words. The little fat girl who was bullied for a long time in school has a hard shell of indifference, but every word that comes into her ears will be broken into pieces and chewed over and over again.

Noticing the hesitation in Xu Yiru's words, the Korean girl's tone softened a lot.

"look."

Looking in the direction of Yuzhen's finger, Han Yi, who was leaning half of his body out of the bedroom door and sneaking around to investigate, was caught red-handed.

“Hey, Mattia, yes, I’m listening… Go ​​ahead, what did you say the city council asked for?”

Startled, Han Yi quickly raised his voice, trying to prove that he was in a conference call and had no time to care about other things, while turning around and slipping back into the bedroom.

"He really is...exaggerating."

After taking a look at the half-open bedroom door, Xu Yiru shook her head in annoyance and amusement. Then, she turned her gaze back to Zhao Youzhen, holding the door handle with her left hand, and her fingertips flicked on the metal shell in turn, making a crisp sound.

"Then you go back first, and I'll ask him to call you later, okay?"

Zhao Youzhen didn't answer Xu Yiru's tentative question. She just took a deep breath and stuffed her laptop back into the half-opened Chanel Large Shopping Bag black leather bag - this was a gift Han Yi brought back for her when he went to New York to buy a property in One 57 last time. Since then, whenever Zhao Youzhen was on a business trip, she would carry this oversized shoulder bag with all the office supplies.

Then, the Korean girl also imitated Xiaoru's posture when she opened the door just now, with her hands on her chest and a slight smile on her lips, she answered Xu Yiru's question.

"Go back first, okay?"
Do you think I feel good?
"come in."

After hesitating for a moment, Xu Yiru, who felt a tightness in his chest, moved aside to make way.

She knew very well that since a girl with Yuzhen's personality had come to her, there was no reason for her to back out at the last minute.

"Sit down for a moment, he should be done soon..."

"Thank you... for borrowing it."

Before Xiaoru finished speaking, Zhao Youzhen walked into the room.

The Tower Salon Suite at Wynn Hotel is very large, with a full 1817 square feet, one bedroom, one living room, two bathrooms, and even a separate massage room. But the only drawback is that the size of the main entrance is similar to that of other room types, and it is still a bit difficult to accommodate two people passing through at the same time.

So, Zhao Youzhen had to turn sideways and pass in front of Xu Yiru.

Naturally, the latter felt the fullness and pressure on his neck.

This made Xiaoru's chest feel even more stuffy.

"any drinks?"

After taking two or three even breaths, Xiaoru tried to calm her spiraling emotions. She closed the door, followed Yuzhen, and continued to try to play the role of the hostess.

"Juice? Mineral water?"

"You're ready, aren't you?"

Zhao Youzhen rarely wastes time on trivial details. She only spends her energy on important things. For example, until now, she can't remember the number of her exclusive parking space on the second floor of the Xinghui Building, nor the name of the store where she buys salad every noon.

To put it even more exaggeratedly, she couldn't even remember the last name of the professor who taught M141A "Election Politics: Political Psychology" this semester. It's not that she is cold and distant, but there are too many tasks in life that need to be completed by Yuzhen, leaving her no time to care about other things.

But this does not mean that she does not have the ability to observe details.

Yuzhen is smart enough, calm enough, and careful enough, and more importantly, she is a woman.

When she is around a boy she likes, she can activate her powerful sixth sense, which she rarely uses, and transform herself into Sherlock Holmes at any time.

On the coffee table, there was an opened bottle of Margarita with only a little of it poured out. There were two glasses, one with residual liquor hanging on the wall, and the other was dry and smooth, without even a trace of moisture.

Two sofas faced each other across the coffee table, one with five pillows and the other with only one. The velvet fabric of the sofa with only one pillow had wrinkles that were obviously deeper than normal.

Not to mention the shirt on Xu Yiru with the corners turned outwards.

Although Han Yi had confessed everything to Zhao Youzhen truthfully, and she had rehearsed similar scenes countless times in her waking mind and hazy dreams, when she actually saw the crime scene, Youzhen's heart still felt extremely sharp and intense pain.

It was like countless barbs suddenly popped out from the tender flesh oozing with blood. My heart instinctively contracted suddenly, trying to avoid the source of the pain, but these thorns became more obvious and grew more wantonly.

Every asymmetrical wrinkle is a torn wound.

"Margarita..."

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Muttering these words in a dreamy voice, Zhao Youzhen strode towards the sofa piled with five pillows and sat down neatly and elegantly.

Gritting her teeth, fighting against the occasional slight twitching of her increasingly tense jaw, Yuzhen's fingertips slid over the armrest of the sofa and grasped the bottle of margarita. It was icy cold, but the numbness was not clear, and there was a strange feeling that the fingers no longer belonged to her.

I picked this path……

I picked it myself……

Keeping reminding herself in her mind, Yuzhen poured some wine into both glasses, and then held up the glass without any water vapor. Her fingers were trembling slightly, but she concealed it perfectly.

"I told you earlier in your apartment that this might be the last time we talked alone for a long time."

The light golden liquid rippled slightly under the light, hiding Zhao Youzhen's indescribable complex expression and eyes as bleak and lonely as winter rain as she hid behind two layers of glass.

"At that time I knew there would definitely be a next time...but I didn't expect it to come so soon."

"Actually, you should have thought of that, Yujin."

Xu Yiru straightened the hem of her shirt and sat opposite Zhao Youzhen. She did not take the wine glass that the other party pushed over to her. Instead, she opened her eyes wide to a level that made people feel serious and focused, but not too nervous, and spoke slowly.

This is the first time since Xiaoru met Yuzhen that she did not add the suffix "jie" after her name.

"I've said before that I'm a very determined and competitive person. If I say I want to achieve a goal, I'll accomplish it no matter what."

"You also told me that once you make up your mind, you won't back down."

"But now it seems that I kept my promise, but you broke it."

Xu Yiru's voice was gentle, without any hint of sarcasm or provocation, nor any so-called pity or condescending gaze. Her tone was very natural and calm, as if she was stating a fact that could not be more ordinary.

Zhao You really didn't know how to respond to this sentence.

No language, no expression.

She lowered her head slightly, her eyelids drooped, and her long eyelashes cast a deep shadow at the corners of her eyes.

"Well...I did break my promise."

Xiaoru continued to talk to herself, her eyes only staying on Yuzhen's face for a moment before moving away.

She hugged her knees, hunched her shoulders, looked out the window at the Las Vegas Boulevard stretching endlessly to the south, and laughed softly.

"You didn't even maintain the most basic bottom line."

"How could you allow something like this to happen... right under your nose?"

Xu Yiru didn't say it explicitly, but Zhao Youzhen could immediately understand what she meant.

She was referring to the girl who had been managed by her since the signing of the contract, who received dozens or even hundreds of text and voice messages every day, and who was extremely dependent on her in daily life, and who sought her advice on everything from tour dates to album song selection and even clothing matching, and who trusted her wholeheartedly.

McGrady.

(End of this chapter)