gentle control

Chapter 17
Gu Yusheng returned to the box downstairs. When everyone saw this, they all looked at her. After taking their seats, the female No. [-] who had spoken the most before couldn't wait to ask: "What did Miss Gu borrow?"

She placed the men's watch on the table.

Take a closer look.

The female artists looked surprised.

The 9773/000G-B1120 in Vacheron Constantin's all-around series has a market value of over seven figures. It is a collector's model of the founder. It is released once every five years. Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it.

This watch is not only limited to the measurement of monetary amounts, but also a symbol of the true status of a powerful person.

When I usually attend red carpet parties, I usually wear high-end luxury brands, so I naturally have a discerning eye for them.

Everyone secretly speculated on the owner of the watch.

Their eyes fell on the girl on the sofa who was drinking juice.

Wait for her answer.

Gu Yusheng didn't blink and said casually: "I just happened to meet Mr. Xie from Hantang Entertainment upstairs. I heard that he is easier to talk to, so I licked my face and asked him for help."

Xie Nanjin?
Wen Jin turned his head away and couldn't help laughing.

Based on her knowledge of her best friend, there is a high probability that she cannot tell the name of the owner of this watch.

Gu Yusheng studied abroad for three years. He was still young before going abroad and rarely appeared in public.

Except for a few insiders in the circle, almost no one outside knew that Mr. Xie of the Han and Tang Dynasties actually had a niece at a young age.

Furthermore, Mr. Xie is famously lenient towards his female artists.

Anyone of the opposite sex who has come into contact with it will feel comfortable and happy.

It makes sense that he would satisfy such a small and innocuous request.

Female No. [-] said with a smile: "Miss Gu is very lucky. She met Mr. Xie and most of the things were settled."

It's easier than you think to muddle through.

Gu Yusheng didn't say much. He put away his watch and carefully put it into his bag. He turned on his phone and looked at the time. It was already eleven o'clock at night.

Wen Jin spoke up at the right time: "It's too late. I have to get up early to catch a flight tomorrow. I'll go say hello to the director. You guys can take your time and play."

"OK, let's meet again when you come back."

Several artists waved goodbye to Gu Yusheng, who nodded slightly. After a while of greetings, she took her mobile phone and went to wait for Wen Jin outside the box. She took the opportunity to edit a text message to Zhou Zongyan and asked if he was still in the club.

Within ten seconds, I received a reply.

The man said that he had just left not long ago.

Gu Yusheng typed: [Then I will contact your assistant directly, agree on a location, and send the watch over? 】

After saying this, the phone fell into silence.

Just when she thought Zhou Zongyan would never reply again, the latest news popped up at the top.

[If Ms. Gu feels that it is more reasonable to find my assistant than to find me as the client, you can do so. 】

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Silently turn off the screen and pretend not to see it.

When Wen Jin came out, he felt refreshed.

The two walked arm in arm toward the elevator.

The car was parked on the first floor, and the superstar's assistant and driver were already waiting outside the elevator door.

Before parting, Wen Jin asked her to tell the truth about who she had just met upstairs.

"uncle."

"Answer wrong, answer again."

Gu Yusheng sighed: "I didn't lie to you."

Gritting my teeth, I couldn't pry out the truth.

That's it.

Wen Jin didn't bother to ask. When he got in the car, he was mysterious and talkative: "Do you know what it means for a man to give a watch to a woman?"

Stop.

Gu Yusheng corrected: "It's not a gift, it's a loan."

Ok?
Wen Jin squeezed his fists and encouraged: "Then ask him, should he borrow it or give it as a gift?"

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Watching the business car drive away slowly, Gu Yusheng stood there for a while, muttering to himself and unlocking the car door with his key.

The night was dark.

There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on Neon Avenue in the city center.

There were dense traffic lights in this area. Before reaching a certain intersection, she stepped on the brakes and drove particularly focused and carefully.

But even so, disasters from heaven are inevitable.Since Gu Yusheng got her driver's license, she has never violated a traffic law, and she has never been knocked out of a zebra crossing by someone so directly yelling at the back of a car.

The tires scratched the ground, making sharp and violent friction.

The impact from behind made Gu Yusheng's whole body lean forward.

I feel dizzy and feel that the world is extremely bad.

Fortunately, the seat belt acts as a decisive buffer.

When the car comes to a stop, look through the front mirror at the street behind you.

A black Jeep turned around and fled.

The remaining white SUVs were crossing the middle of the road either left or right.

Apparently, the Jeep was meant to collide with the SUV.

As a result, the car owner responded quickly and turned the steering wheel in time.

Therefore, she was the one who suffered in the end.

Her back was soaked with cold sweat. This was the first time she encountered this situation. Gu Yusheng calmed down and thought about how to negotiate with the other party.

Forget it, call the police first.

I opened the screen of my mobile phone. Just as the emergency call was about to be broadcast, the interface jumped to the caller ID.

A series of familiar local numbers in Beijing.

Zhou Zongyan? ?

She reached out and picked it up, and the central control automatically connected to Bluetooth.

The man's deep voice came: "There was a rear-end collision on Westport Avenue, where are you?"

Gu Yusheng sniffed, feeling emotional for no reason.

"What about you, are you nearby?"

The girl's voice was slightly hoarse.

Zhou Zongyan frowned slightly, "Are you injured?"

"should not."

should?

In the rearview mirror, the driver saw that his husband's face was no longer very good, so he spontaneously turned the car around and sped towards the place where the accident occurred.

While waiting for the traffic police to arrive, the owner of the SUV got out of the car wearing a mask and walked towards her.

The other party's tone was full of apologies, and the general meaning was that he was in a hurry now and wanted to ask for advice on whether the two of them could negotiate privately and put the compensation in black and white, or transfer money on the spot.

Gu Yusheng rubbed his uncomfortable neck and said with a smile: "Don't you celebrities usually use this attitude to make peace with others when you are illegitimately married?"

The girl's understatement struck a chord in the car owner's heart.

Seeing the shocked look in the other person's eyes, Gu Yusheng lazily turned around and returned to his car, "If you are in a hurry, ask your assistant or manager to come over and handle it for you. I am a small-minded person, so I must hold the culprit criminally responsible. My idol is not you. Doing so will only encourage those people to become more unscrupulous."

Today is tailgating.

Next time, it might be life-threatening extreme violence.

Idols suffer from it.

But it also affects passers-by.

Why.

Gu Yusheng would never agree to keep it private.

The male artist obviously didn't expect that he could be recognized at a glance even though half of his face was covered by a mask.

After taking a closer look, I felt that the girl looked familiar.

It seems to be the friend Wen Jin brought to the celebration banquet tonight?
Seeing that she was out of luck, the male artist had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and call his assistant.

In the silent atmosphere, a black Maybach approached from far away and drove towards this direction at a constant speed.

The car pulled over and stopped.

In the dim twilight, Gu Yusheng stood quietly, watching Zhou Zongyan get out of the back seat and walk towards her step by step with long legs.

Didn't want to trouble him.

She said she could handle it.

But he still came.

The night wind mixed with the familiar breath slowly approached.

It was a cold night in late autumn, and before Gu Yusheng could recover, her shoulders felt warm, and a coat with a touch of body heat from a man had already tightly covered her whole body.

(End of this chapter)