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UChapter 1

When the plane landed, the thud made everyone in the seat fall forward, and the quiet first class suddenly rang out the crisp and crisp Chinese curses. After half an hour, Hortz got his black suitcase and turned to walk to the elevator. She left her car in the airport parking lot when she was out of the country. A few shouts came from behind her, and she walked on without looking back until she was caught up behind her. "Beauty, it's so late, I'll take you," a fashionably dressed man in a camel trench coat, tall and handsome. Hoci looked at him coldly: "No." The man did not expect her to be so indifferent, and immediately laughed, "I sat next to you on the plane just now, and we are still chatting." Don't worry, I'm not a bad person, but it's too late to take a taxi. My car is in the parking lot below." The man smiled as he spoke, with a certain smile in his eyes, obviously this kind of pick-up thing has not been done less. Hodge didn't even bother to laugh this time, pushing the suitcase toward the elevator. "Your accent is also from Beijing, right? I've been staying in France and rarely come back to Beijing a few times a year." Horts heard it as soon as he got on the plane. "By the way, you look familiar to me, just like the star." This was what he called the conversation on the plane, one-sided and noisy. The elevator arrived, it was 12:30 in the morning, and there was no one else in the elevator. The man pressed the negative second floor, where she was also going, and Hozzie did not extend her hand. The man who thought he had flirted with her, even the tone became ambiguous. When the elevator doors opened, Horts went out first, straight to the F block. The man was about to shout behind her, and wondered, how did she know her car was in Zone F? "My car is right here, come on, let me salute you, you are so thin and carry such a big box, how tired." The man is standing in front of a Cadillac that cost him $700,000 to get on the road, just over two months after he got it. The car is a man's business card, and it is not as convincing as a good car. But as he spoke, Horts, who had been looking impassioned, walked right past him and stopped two parking Spaces down the road from the Cadillac. She took her keys out of her bag, and with a drip, the headlights of the dusty van came on. Instead of opening the trunk, Horts pulled open the back seat door and shoved the suitcase inside. She is one meter 72, but the skeleton is narrow, thin arms and long legs, looking at the appearance of weakness, the man dumbstruck at her to put the huge box, into the back seat. Then she went around from the front to the driver's seat, opened the door, got in the car, and started it all at once. When her car sprayed exhaust gas and left from the man, the man who had been standing in place angrily scolded: "I fuck." Mercedes G65AMG, $3.7 million, that's enough for his car. ** By the time Hozzie got home, the whole neighborhood was quiet. After brushing the card, the guard immediately opened the railing and signaled that she could go in. Home to open the door light, handily put a row of buttons down, from the porch lamp to the living room of various chandeliers, ceiling lights are lit up. Into the eye is a pure white, hard white lines, in addition to white, only occasionally dotted with black. Spotless. Looks like the agent cleaned her house while she was gone. She entered the room barefoot, found a change of clothes, and went straight to the bathroom. Next to the pure white bathtub are floor-to-ceiling Windows, 28 stories high enough to overlook the city. When the tired body is immersed in hot water, the fatigue all over the body is dispersed in a moment. As she sank to the bottom, the water slid over her like soft satin. Until she broke out of the water and leaned over the edge of the tub, looking out at the night scene. There were scattered lights in the vast darkness. Even this bustling city can't help but quiet down in the wee hours of the morning. After showering, Hozzie emerged in a white silk satin shirt with only two buttons fastened, a soft black b*a wrapped in a ball, and slacks draped over his feet, still bare. She wore a white towel around her neck, and her long hair was dripping, and she hated the sound of a hairdryer, so she never blew it. Sitting on the white sofa, wiping my hair, picking up the phone on the coffee table. As a photographer, she has her own studio, working hours are free, and it is common for her to go out every year. She's getting a lot of work, she's charging the highest price in the industry, and every extra day off is money. No one has a problem with money. Her agent had fixed her work schedule before she got home. Fortunately, she was always on time, and when she said she was on vacation, she would never be late. Hoci casually sent a message to the broker: back, work as usual. A minute later, Mo Star's phone called. Mo Xingchen, her college roommate, is now a fashion blogger with millions of followers on Weibo, always taking various magazine covers and endorsement materials from Hoci to deceive celebrity fans. Hodge answered the phone, put her on speakerphone and began to wipe her hair with a towel. Her hair had been thick and dense since she was a child, troublesome to manage, but she had never thought of cutting it. Because her dad said a little girl looks good in pigtails. Little girl, she sneered, almost missed Mo star's words. The Mo star voice on the other end of the phone is a little loud, "we are in the old place, you come over." "I have to go to bed. Jet lag." Mo stars burst into laughter, "Who are you kidding? You can't sleep for ten hours after you get off the plane." When Horts hung up, he didn't say if he was going. She sat on the sofa and wiped her hair until it was half dry. Then she got up and went to the French window, which she liked to have bright and clean. Even the bathroom has a large number of floor-to-ceiling Windows, and the living room is the entire wall has been knocked through. Half an hour later, she changed her clothes and went downstairs with the key. Mo was right. She couldn't sleep.