After I Was Reborn, I Devoted Myself To My Career

The sky is getting dark and the lights are on.

Hu Jiling had already parked his car under the office building and waited. He was not in a hurry to call Qi Zhaohan. He lit a cigarette first, and after it was exhausted, he unhurriedly took out his mobile phone and made a call.

His father asked him to accompany this Qi Zhaohan around S city more, but he didn't have the interest. That Qi Zhaohan was different from the second generation of rich people like himself, who obviously didn't have the same way, how could they play together? go?

Fortunately, he has a pretty good impression of this young man, but he can also make a superficial relationship. In order to deal with the old man, he should talk to him first, and take him with him when he goes to play, which can be regarded as the completion of the task.

When Qi Zhaohan came down, he saw Hu Jiling with the windows open and his long legs on the steering wheel playing with a lighter in boredom.

Qi Zhaohan knocked on the window, opened the door and sat in the co-pilot, and put on his seat belt.

Seeing him coming up, Hu Jiling sat up lazily and turned the key.

"Where are you going?" Qi Zhaohan looked at the rapidly passing scenery outside the window.

Hu Jiling concentrated on driving the car. He thought for a while: "Which club are you going to... I forgot, but it's just a gathering of friends."

"Oh." Seeing the other party's indifference, Qi Zhaohan didn't speak any more. He wasn't very enthusiastic in the first place.

"Are you an adult?" Hu Jiling suddenly said a word.

"...No." Qi Zhaohan paused.

"Okay, I got it." It was Hu Jiling's ending topic again.

Qi Zhaohan turned his head out of the window, looking at the scenery outside the window.

All the way silent.

The car finally stopped in front of a luxurious club.

After the two got out of the car, a parking boy hurried up to meet him. Hu Jiling threw the key to him and walked in first.

The sound insulation of the private rooms in the clubhouse is very good. Standing in front of the door, you can't hear the slightest sound inside, even ghosts and wolves.

Qi Zhaohan has a deep understanding of this.

For example, now, as soon as he opened the door, the piercing singing inside the door almost deafened his eardrums.

Fortunately, after a few seconds, all the sound stopped, because Hu Jiling unplugged the power cord.

Seeing that the effect was very good, Hu Jiling raised the corners of his mouth rarely, and motioned for Qi Zhaohan to sit on the sofa with him.

The private room is full of unscrupulous rich second generations, each of them is having a good time with one or two princesses in their arms, and was interrupted by someone unexpectedly. They were very angry at first, but when they saw clearly who the culprit was, each Like quails, they all had flattering smiles on their faces.

One of them pushed away the woman in his arms, came up to meet him, and said courteously, "Brother Ling, there's no need for you to do it. Tell me, we pulled out the power cord ourselves."

Hu Jiling stared at him, then stretched out his hand to pat his head, as if rewarding a pet, but the man still had a proud face.

Qi Zhaohan ignored the interaction between the two, and found an empty sofa by himself.

There was only one princess who was pouring wine on the sofa, and she was startled when she saw him sitting over.

Qi Zhaohan glanced at her reassuringly: "You do it yourself, don't worry about me."

Hu Jiling stood there watching for a while, then walked over to him and sat down.

"Are you under eighteen?" Hu Jiling asked again emphatically.

"Hmm." Qi Zhaohan didn't know why the other party kept caring about this topic.

However, he will know in the next second.

"You all go out and pinch the cigarette for me." The first sentence is for all women, and the latter sentence is for these rich second generations.

The women came out in a file with low eyebrows and the rich second generation looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally put out their cigarettes.

The air in the box suddenly became much fresher.

Someone was probably more familiar with Hu Jiling, and asked with a smile: "Brother Ling, who is this little brother beside you?"

More extreme things than this have happened before, and Ling Ge has never stopped him. After much deliberation, the root cause is still the boy he brought.

"His name is Qi Zhaohan. Remember this name. When we meet in the future, please help him." It was rare for Hu Jiling to say such a long sentence.

Qi Zhaohan looked at him in surprise, this man had never shown a good face along the way, and he didn't expect to say such a thing.

The others read the name twice and took it by heart. Few people can make Hu Jiling speak in person.

"thanks."

Hu Jiling seemed to be always sleepy, he was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed, and he didn't even open his eyes when he heard that, he just lazily said: "It's a little effort, I heard that your father and the old man are good friends, so we are also friends. "

It was the first time Qi Zhaohan met someone with such an odd personality, he choked, and said for a while, "...OK."

The two sat on the sofa relatively silent, and the atmosphere on the other side gradually became lively. They couldn't sing, smoke, or play with women, but they still had wine, and they were all gearing up to punch.

The atmosphere was in full swing, and Qi Zhaohan was about to take out his mobile phone and play Snake again, when the door suddenly opened.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy walked in, looking very happy: "I'm here, I'm not late, am I?"

There is an aisle several meters long from the door to the inside. When the boy walked in, he saw a room full of strangers. The tables were messy, and there were wine bottles everywhere. A bunch of people gathered together and didn’t know what they were doing. It was nothing at first glance. nice guy.

The boy laughed twice, stepped back step by step, and apologized as he retreated: "Yes, I'm sorry, I went to the wrong room."

Seeing that he was about to quit, the boy breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment someone stepped forward and stopped him.

The young man with yellow curly hair grabbed his shoulders and forced him in.

The yellow-haired young man sat back on the sofa and looked at the boy jokingly.

The little boy is like a little sheep that has fallen into the wolf's den, standing there is pitiful.

"It's already here, how can I not treat you? Drink these, and you can go." The yellow-haired youth pushed a bottle of white wine and motioned for the little boy to drink.

Qi Zhaohan put away his mobile phone, looked over there, and narrowed his eyes unconsciously.

The little boy had a bitter face, with a face full of tears: "I... I have never drank alcohol, can I stop drinking?"

"How can it be done? You'll be fine if you drink it. If you don't drink it, you won't be able to leave~" The yellow-haired young man played with the wine glass viciously, admiring the boy's ugly face.

The others stopped playing and watched the farce here with great interest.

The atmosphere was deadlocked for a while.

"You don't need to drink, you can go." Qi Zhaohan was displeased with this bullying behavior, and simply stepped forward to take the bottle away.

The boy gratefully thanked Qi Zhaohan desperately.

The yellow-haired young man was a little annoyed, "You have nothing to do here, just stay aside!" He was still concerned about Hu Jiling who was on the side, suppressing his anger.

"I said he doesn't drink, don't you understand?" Qi Zhaohan lowered his voice, and his tone unconsciously carried the majesty cultivated for a long time in the previous life.

The yellow-haired young man was stunned. He saw his grandfather in this young man, and he was so majestic that he couldn't refuse.

"Then... if you don't drink, don't drink, but you have to give me face, he has to take a sip!" The yellow-haired young man was cowardly, and his mouth was not forgiving, and he even had a shameless tone.

Qi Zhaohan narrowed his eyes and was about to speak.

The boy was afraid that things would get worse, so he quickly poured some by himself, drank it in one gulp, and flattered him: "Drink it, can I go?"

Seeing that the boy had already drunk, Qi Zhaohan put down the bottle and waved to him, indicating that he could go out. Before leaving, the boy thanked him solemnly.

After the people left, the whole room was silent, Qi Zhaohan turned around and sat back, playing the game in boredom.

These rich second generations saw everything in their eyes, and raised Qi Zhaohan's status to more than one level in their hearts. This person's identity must not be as simple as their brother Ling's cover. This noble and majestic body is not something ordinary people can raise of.

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The little boy patted his chest, this time he looked at the sign on the private room seriously, and opened the door carefully.

He found the right one this time, this box is exactly the students in their class.

The boy sitting in the middle came in only when he saw him, and joked, "Yang Wen, why did you come so late, even Minghao was earlier than you, have you been seduced by the girls?"

The little boy was Yang Wen, sitting on the empty seat with a bitter face, with a helpless expression on his face: "Don't mention it, I went into the wrong box and was forced to drink."

"What's going on?" Zhou Minghao was feeling a little unhappy when Qi Zhaohan refused his invitation. Hearing this, he suddenly wanted to make trouble.

The boy who had just started talking was also very angry, and when he heard it, he burst into anger: "Yes, tell me, and I will vent my anger on you."

Yang Wen quickly waved his hands, but he still told the whole process in detail, and of course he didn't forget to praise the young man who took over for him.

There is no lack of admiration in the words.

Zhou Minghao didn't take it seriously: "It's just a bird of a feather."

After listening to the violent boy, he slapped the table hard: "I want to see who is more arrogant than me!"

He is also from a family, and he was also spoiled and spoiled since he was a child. Today's party was hosted by him, and his friend was bullied here. This is a blatant slap in the face. How can this be possible?

Yang Wen hurriedly pulled him back: "Forget it, it's over, don't fight again."

Zhou Minghao became interested in the good guy that Yang Wen said, and wanted to tear off that mask, he smiled lightly and encouraged him: "It's okay, go and see who is the one who dares to be arrogant in front of us."

There were also many young masters and ladies among their classmates, who immediately rushed out like a booing, and walked towards the private room arrogantly.

Yang Wen stood where he was, looking at the backs of a group of people wanting to cry but without tears.

Zhou Minghao patted him on the shoulder and followed him casually.

The author has something to say:

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Back to school soon.

Zhou Minghao is only obedient in front of Xiaohan, and usually has a bad temper.

It's a pity that every time I met Xiaohan unexpectedly, it was his true temperament.

No wonder Xiaohan thinks this is a irascible boy.

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When I saw Xiaohan in the box

Zhou Minghao: I regret it now, very much. Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2019-11-2823:27:19～2019-11-2918:10:11~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Lovingd; 5 bottles of Moyu; 2 bottles of Qiuqiu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!