When I arrived at the VIP lounge.

Zhou Jinshen was already sitting on the black leather sofa.

Facing the wealthy customers, I carefully adjusted the necklace on my chest and put on a standard smile to greet him.

But he spoke first:

"Jiaojiao, my patience is limited. Play enough and come home with me."

My steps paused.

The smile froze on my face.

What does this mean?

Although I am indeed Yun Jiaojiao.

When did I meet this person, and when did I have a home with him? Isn't this a joke?

I plucked up the courage and took slow steps towards him, trying to keep a relaxed tone:

"Mr. Zhou, are you mistaking me for someone else?"

Zhou Jinshen didn't speak.

Just crossed his hands, lifted his gaze, and quietly looked at me.

The eyes that were full of flattery and fawning in the crowd just now had no ripples.

But at this moment, they were clearly different.

There were waves of complex affection and sadness that I couldn't understand.

The gossip I just heard suddenly flashed in my mind.

I was instantly enlightened.

Oh my god?

The wine is not the concern of the drunkard.

Could it be that Zhou Jinshen wants me to be a substitute for his deceased wife?