This entertainnt legend, who never even appeared when receiving the little golden man, was rumored to be as cold-blooded and rciless as Satan. Furthermore, it was rumored that he ca from a distinguished family, and everyone in the circle called him "Emperor Leng."
She clearly entered the room of movie star Tai Lan, so why was this living Yan Wang here?
The news about Tai Lan had cost her ten thousand yuan, from the self-proclaid Renowned Reporter Zhang Hua. She even made an arrangent with him for help in getting on the headlines, to build montum for her participation in "Huaxia Idol"!
When she entered, she had made sure to check—the room number, 1314, was correct.
Quickly pulling out her mobile phone from her pocket, Luo Xiaoqian called up the photo of the door number to confirm it once more.
On the phone screen, there was a ssage from Zhang Hua showing the numbers 1314, crystal clear.
Luo Xiaoqian turned her head to look at Leng Zimo, who was beside her, passed out, her heart a tangled ss.
It seed that Zhang Hua’s information was clearly wrong; this liar, how could she have trusted him?
Could it be that her twenty thousand yuan were spent in vain?
No way!
Thinking of Lu Hao’s face that night, her frantic heart suddenly settled down.
So what if it was Emperor Leng? She didn’t believe he was the actual Emperor; could he really cover the sky with one hand?
No matter how powerful Emperor View Group was, they still had to compete with Huashi Group for dominance.
It was said that the backer of "Huaxia Idol" was a new entertainnt company with strong financial backing, invested by overseas tycoons. Would they be scared of him?!
This guy had never been involved in any scandal. If she released a scandalous photo of herself and him...
My, she would turn into a shrimp in the pot—red!
With that thought, she no longer hesitated. Tossing her phone casually onto the table, she bent down to grab Leng Zimo’s arm, dragging him toward the big bed.
Leng Zimo was nearly one ter ninety-tall, and for the slim and petite Luo Xiaoqian, he was like a mountain.
After exerting the strength of nine bulls and two tigers, Luo Xiaoqian finally got Leng Zimo onto the bed by the ti she was covered in sweat, parched and winded.
He didn’t look fat, so why was he as heavy as a pig!
While complaining inwardly, her eyes caught sight of the mini-fridge by the bed, and she imdiately walked over, casually taking out a bottle of mineral water.
As soon as she applied force, the cap opened.
Indeed, you get what you pay for, this high-end product is different. She rembered how hard it was to open the mineral water she bought for one yuan.
With a sigh in her heart and not paying too much attention to such trivial details, Luo Xiaoqian drained most of the bottle in one go. Only then did she comfortably exhale.
After putting the bottle aside on the table, she quickly climbed onto the bed and started unbuttoning Leng Zimo’s shirt.
With the buttons undone, the man’s chest was exposed before her eyes.
The perfect contours, without exaggerated muscles, emanated the explosive strength and tension of a cheetah.
Under the soft lighting, the simply parted black shirt made the man’s chest appear all the more enticing.
Luo Xiaoqian unconsciously swallowed.
No wonder he was her idol; that body was truly unmatched!
Having known Lu Hao for ten years since childhood, the most she had done was hold hands and hug. She truly didn’t have the courage to go any further.
Jumping off the bed, she adjusted the tripod and cara. Luo Xiaoqian quickly returned to Leng Zimo’s side and turned her face towards the cara, lifting a hand to cover his eyes.
The flash flickered.
Turning Leng Zimo over, Luo Xiaoqian draped one of his arms over herself and took another picture.
After a series of continuous shots, Luo Xiaoqian got off the bed and checked the photos in the cara, only to frown.
Weren’t these pictures too ta?!
Hardening her heart, she switched the cara to video mode, adjusted the angle, and once again returned to Leng Zimo’s side.
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