The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

"Useless trash, can't even handle this little thing." Zhou Qing cursed softly when he saw the message on his phone.

He gritted his teeth, hesitated again, slipped out of the crowd, and decided to go up and have a look.

The elevator door opened with a ding.

The corridor was dark, Zhou Qing gritted his teeth and stepped into the darkness.

It was too quiet, eerily quiet.

And in this silence, a male moan loomed, getting closer and closer to him.

"Who?"

Zhou Qing yelled and turned around, only to be dragged into the room by a strong force.

The door clicked and was locked.

Realizing that something was wrong, Zhou Qing kept struggling, trying to escape the man's restraint. When the two were struggling, their arm accidentally touched the switch in the room.

light is on.

After getting used to the strong light, Zhou Qing looked at the distorted and crazy face of the male model in front of him and slapped him hard.

"Trash! I didn't accomplish what I was told, but was drugged by someone else."

"Open your dog eyes and take a look. I am the one who hired you, not the person you are looking for. He is really a person who fails to succeed but fails to succeed!"

The male model covered half of his swollen face, his eyes red.

That slap seemed to wake him up from his lust.

Hearing these insulting words, the male model turned his head and smiled sadly.

He makes a living by selling sex. Although the work he does is not serious, everyone has his own ambitions and relies on his own ability to make a living. Why can those who are rich be superior and look down on those at the bottom?

Anger and desire made the male model completely lose his mind.

Ignoring the opponent's resistance and yelling, he tied his hands and feet with ropes and pressed down.

......

"Although the effect of the illegal drug is a bit strong, after injecting the antidote, the body temperature will slowly lower, and the patient is no longer in danger of life."

The doctor packed up his medical kit and reported truthfully. Seeing the man carefully guarding the bedside, he continued.

"After a good night's rest, there will be no problem. The boss doesn't need to be so nervous."

After saying that, the doctor held his forehead speechlessly. He had never seen his boss treat a person with such care, even a man of the same gender.

But in terms of appearance alone, the young man lying on the bed does have the capital to be favored by the boss.

Gu Qianzhi tidied the quilt for him and said without looking back: "Okay, I got it. You can go back. I'm sorry to trouble Uncle Wang."

The doctor put the medical kit on his back and walked out. He closed the door and took another look in the direction of the bed.

The man was wiping the sweat from the boy's forehead bit by bit with a towel.

The range of movement was very small, for fear of waking people up.

Tsk.

It's really pampering.

The bodyguard walked in and whispered a report in the man's ear: "Boss, a man who looked like a reporter with a camera sneaked in from the back door, got on the elevator, and went straight upstairs. It must have been deliberately arranged by someone. ..”

Chinese medicine, male model, reporter...

Three unrelated words are linked together, and it is self-evident what the mastermind behind the scenes wants to do.

It's nothing more than the exposure of pornographic photos, spreading scandals everywhere, and ruining the actor's bright future.

Even though he was used to the dirty tricks of the entertainment industry, Gu Qianzhi's heart tightened again when he heard these words.

Xiaojiu put a lot of effort and effort into this drama. If it was just because of this incident, he would be entangled in scandals and be reviled.

With Ren'er's simple and sensitive temperament, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to withstand the blow and would directly choose to commit suicide.

Thinking of this, a cold sweat of fear broke out on Gu Qianzhi's back. He was very glad that he had been careful and could not let the conspiracy succeed.

When the elevator opened, the reporter was startled by rows of black-clad bodyguards.

The man in black who was closest saw the people in the elevator and said with a fierce face: "Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't you know this place is not open to the public? Get away quickly!"

Upon hearing the sound, dozens of pairs of eyes stared in the direction of the reporter.

An ordinary person would have been unable to bear the huge pressure long ago, and would be so frightened that he would be incoherent or even speechless.

Fortunately, the reporter has a strong psychological quality. He was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what was going on. He quickly apologized and said he was sorry that he had found the wrong floor.

He pretended to be calm and pressed the door-close button. The moment the door was closed, his stiff body softened into noodles.

The reporter could hardly hold the camera in his hand.

A few days ago, a mysterious netizen sent him a private message saying that there was a hot story about a big star in this place.

At first he thought it was a liar, but he was half-convinced until the mysterious person on the screen sent him the specific time and location.

'It's up to you whether you want to be famous or not...'

The reporter worked for a very small entertainment company. His performance was mediocre and he didn't find any hot news. He barely made a living from this job every day.

But he was unwilling to remain submerged in the general public and become an inconspicuous piece of dust.

He longed for fame and reported breaking news.

So, according to the address given by the man, the reporter took the guy who was eating to the elevator.

He suspected that he really found the wrong floor. Was it the 65th floor or the 56th floor? Can't remember some clearly.

But judging from the two rows of bodyguards in the corridor who were not easy to mess with, he had indeed gone to the wrong place. After all, the top floors of every building were not open to guests.

After thinking for a while, he pressed the 56 button.

The further down you go, the worse the configuration of the room, and the sound insulation function is correspondingly weakened.

As soon as the reporter stepped into the corridor, an ambiguous moan came over him.

His eyes lit up.

Sure enough, there is a huge melon.

Following the source of the sound, I found the room number. The numbers on the door were exactly the same as those sent by the mysterious person.

For some reason, the door panel was not locked, and through the slightly open gap, he could even see moving flesh.

The reporter kicked open the door and pressed the shutter frantically, causing a white light to flash.

The two people inside were fighting fiercely, entangled with each other, and they were very selfless, especially the person below who was intoxicated, with a handsome face, and was none other than the popular cream student Zhou Qing.

After taking the photo, he closed the door silently, looking at the photo in his hand, his heart beating wildly.

Explosive, really exciting!

He had a hunch that he would become famous thanks to these explicit photos.

The next morning.

A coded photo went viral on the Internet, causing a stir.