I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 611: My heart is as big as my dreams (1)_1

Chapter 611: Chapter 611: My heart is as big as my dreams (1)_1

"Really? Has Director Xia lost his mind? To choose such an disgraceful female star to be our spokesperson?"

"..."

...

Meanwhile, at a high-end club. A man in a black suit pushed open the door of a private room and walked in.

The woman nestled in Chi Yao’s arms, half-undressed. Upon seeing someone entering, she bashfully crawled out of Chi Yao’s arms, reached out to cover the half-exposed upper part of her body.

The man who entered was unfazed by such a scene, as if he had seen it all before. He walked hurriedly to the sofa, leaned down, and whispered something to Chi Yao.

Chi Yao, who was holding a cigar, listened to the man’s words, raised his eyebrows, then pointed towards the door, and told the woman next to him, "You should leave first."

Although the woman was reluctant, she eventually tidied up her clothes, planted a kiss on Chi Yao’s cheek, and left with a pout.

Only after the door of the private room was closed by the woman did Chi Yao turned to his assistant and asked, "What’s the name of that female star?"

"Chen Wenwen, she’s an 18th-tier actress who’s only starred in one drama. Rumor has it that her boyfriend is Xia Chen’an, Xia Wan’an’s brother."

"Ah, so that’s what’s going on. They managed to scrape together a last-minute replacement, who turned out to be her sister-in-law... That woman said she was a flower vase, and she really is one, with that little talent... without her brother messing around with girls in the entertainment circle, she probably couldn’t even find a replacement?" Saying this, Chi Yao burst out laughing, took another puff of his cigar, and waved at his assistant. "You know what to do next, right?"

"Of course, Mr. Chi."

"Very good, just do as you know." Saying this, Chi Yao waved his hand, signaling his assistant to leave. However, as his assistant took a few steps away, he spoke again, "By the way, let her in."

"Yes, Mr. Chi."

Not long after the assistant left, the door to the private room was pushed open.

Chi Yao, reclining on a leather couch with his eyes closed, puffing on his cigar, pointed at his shoulder, "Come and give me a shoulder massage."

The woman who entered didn’t answer but came behind him and started massaging his shoulders with skillful hands.

With a face of pleasure, Chi Yao took a puff of his cigar from time to time. Perhaps his mood was good, as he started a conversation, "You’re pretty good at this, huh?"

The woman remained silent.

Unable to hold back, Chi Yao opened his eyes, "Why don’t you speak..."

Without finishing his sentence, upon seeing the woman’s face, a trace of surprise first flashed across his eyes, and then his expression darkened, "... why is it you?!"

Saying this, Chi Yao reached for the landline on one side, ready to call the club manager to demand who had let Ai Jiang in!

But before his hand could touch the phone, Ai Jiang had already circled in front of him, knelt at his feet, and held his arm, "Mr. Chi, I was wrong last time. Please forgive me. I promise I won’t make the same mistake again... Mr. Chi..."

As she was speaking, tears gathered in Ai Jiang’s eyes. By the time she finished speaking, she looked pitiful, like a damsel in distress.

Chi Yao looked at Ai Jiang’s small face, then his eyes fell onto her deliberately low-cut neckline, and he extinguished the cigar in the ashtray nearby...