C165 Who Can Accompany Me?
C165 Who Can Accompany Me?
Do you really think Mr. Lee is easy to bully? If the tiger doesn't show off, you'll treat me like a sick cat.
Today, everyone came face to face. You took your own path, while I took my own path, Lee Nanfang was already open-minded. Yet, you took the initiative to provoke him and didn't make him fool of you.
One hundred thousand yuan, one hundred thousand yuan. He didn't need to trouble Little Rou'er anymore to pay Lao Wang to spend all his money on drinks.
As for hugging Zhan Fei and kissing her small mouth, Lee Nanfang didn't really care. It was just that he had a sudden urge to eat tofu. If there was tofu, he wouldn't eat it.
Her small mouth was still very sweet, but it was a pity that laozi wasn't the only one who had tasted this. There might even be some old man's saliva remaining on it.
Thinking about this, Lee Nanfang felt bad. He quickly stuck his head out and started spitting to make the taxi driver suspect that he had contracted a venereal disease. He turned the steering wheel and began to drive him around in circles.
This little trick of his couldn't be hidden from Lee Nanfang, who was sharp as a torch. He took out several copies of Grandpa Mao and smashed them on the dashboard: "Don't go around aimlessly. Before it gets dark, this car of yours will go to the tourist attraction."
Mr. Lee, who was very busy during the dark hours, decided to go to the scenic spot to relax and dilute his anger at Yue Zitong's green hat. Since he was not short on money right now, he enjoyed the feeling of the driver getting smashed by money.
It was almost dusk, and the employees of the company had already gotten off work. Only then did Yue Zitong walk out of the main hall.
Unlike the morning before, Yue Zitong had already changed into a professional suit that made her feel comfortable, and her face was naturally washed clean of lead, revealing her haggard yet charming face.
If Lee Nanfang hadn't left, Yue Zitong's mental state would have been many times better than it was now.
Why did his departure affect Aunt so much? Could it be that I shouldn't have ignored all the men because of Fu Su's arrival?
Yue Zitong asked herself as she started the car.
Tonight, she picked the place where she received Holan Fusu at the western restaurant that Young Master Feng had invited her to eat, Cinderella.
This kind of expensive and high-class place was undoubtedly the most suitable place for couples to meet for a date and have a meal. At every meal, fat sheep would come uninvited.
Holan Fusu was standing at the entrance of the cafeteria. He was wearing a western pants White Shirt and did not wear a tie.
The moment Yue Zitong's car stopped, Holan Fusu walked over quickly and opened the door.
"Thank you."
Yue Zitong smiled and got off the car.
"You're too kind, Zitong."
Holan Fusu closed the car door. With a flip of his right hand, a red rose appeared like a magic trick. "This is for you."
"How fragrant."
Yue Zitong took the flowers and sniffed them.
Holan Fusu reached out his hand naturally, took her arm and walked towards the dining room, "I've ordered early. Your favorite dish is Russian caviar, Swedish pike."
The tall and handsome Holan Fusu was undoubtedly the center of attention for the women. Especially because of his gentleman demeanor, he was able to make the women scream in their hearts and envy Yue Zitong, who was standing beside him.
However, when they saw Yue Zitong's face that was devoid of makeup, the women felt inferior and felt that only such a woman could be worthy of Holan Fusu.
Lili did not feel, feel, or care what others thought of her. As she was being led up the dining hall steps by Jack's arm, she suddenly felt a great sense of unreality, as if she were in a dream. Her feet felt soft and she could not walk steadily anymore.
His right knee went limp and his body staggered to the side.
Jack, who was holding her arm, was alarmed and quickly reached out to help her. Yue Zitong had already taken a few steps back and was standing firmly at the foot of the steps.
"Zitong, what happened to you?"
Holan Fusu asked with concern as he reached out his right hand to lead her.
Yue Zitong retreated again and shook her head. She said in a low voice, "Nothing, nothing. I just feel a little uncomfortable. Maybe the pressure has been too great recently. Fu Su, I, I want to go home and rest."
After a brief moment of silence, Holan Fusu smiled and said, "Alright, let's wait another day then. I'll send you off. "
"No need, I can do it myself."
Yue Zitong shook her head, turned around and walked a few steps, then looked back at the man on the stairs. "I'm sorry."
Holan Fusu shook his head, still smiling.
Yue Zitong's apology was not simply because she hadn't accompanied him to dinner, but because she had tactfully refused to interact with him in such a manner.
On the way home, Yue Zitong drove very fast. She even ran a red light, as if there was a fire in her house.
The moment the car stopped in the yard, she jumped off the car and rushed into the living room without even closing the door. She threw off her high heels and quickly took off her clothes.
The cold water from the flower splattered on Yue Zitong's body like rain. Her body trembled a few times before she lowered her head and raised her hand to support herself against the wall, gasping for air with her mouth wide open.
She did not know what was wrong with her. When she was led up the stairs by Holan Fusu, she had a strong unreal feeling that the whole world was floating lightly and was surrounded by a never-before-seen boredom that prompted her to leave recklessly, hoping that she could use cold water to wake herself up.
It was unknown how much time had passed before this feeling slowly disappeared. Her body had already gotten used to the current temperature of the water. She leaned against the wall and slowly collapsed onto the ground. She hugged her knees and lowered her head.
The water was still splashing, splashing like a sudden rain.
A man walked out of the pouring rain, grinning, staring at her with cold, contemptuous eyes that converged into the three words he had once said, "bad woman."
A bad woman isn't good enough for a man like Holan Fusu. Perhaps this is the main reason why she escaped and left him, right?
Not only was she not worthy of Holan Fusu, she was not even worthy of Lee Nanfang.
Who can accompany me?
Yue Zitong slowly raised her head, closed her eyes and opened her mouth, allowing the cold water to fill it. She gulped it down, then stood up, pulled a towel out of the bathroom, and took out her cell phone from her bag.
The three missed calls were all from Holan Fusu. He definitely wanted to ask her if she was safe and at home.
Yue Zitong ignored him and took in a deep breath. When the cold water on her hair dripped onto her phone, she opened WeChat and found that I was a fool. She pressed the voice message button and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where are you now?"
When the notification sound of a letter rang out, Lee Nanfang was in a private room of a certain night field, carrying a princess of the stage in his left hand and a glass of wine in his right hand.
Other people were singing, but no matter how bad they were, they were still shouting, but Wang Defa was crying, crying like a ghost. Luckily, they were in the city, so if they were in the wilderness, they might really attract wild wolves.
He was singing like this, like the princesses hanging over him, but they were cheering — for money, of course.
With the passing of time, the seller no longer called a prostitute or a lady, but had a more elegant title, the princess.
The princesses in the field were usually divided into two types, one being the platform and the other being the platform.
The platform princess did not want to sell her skills, but instead wanted to sell herself for a high price. The platform princess could provide all kinds of special services to the customers, as long as the money was in place.
A bumpkin like Wang Defa, if you were to order two platform princesses for someone like him, they can only look at the result and not eat. It is very likely that they will die from nosebleed.
With a hundred thousand yuan in his pocket, Lee Nanfang was quite generous this time. After entering the door, he ordered four platforms and threw out a thick stack of money. Lao Wang's lips trembled in pain.
But when he was glued to his body by the two platforms, he forgot about all these. He was drinking wine like a horse, but he couldn't stop himself from drinking. He held the microphone and cried for a while, then swore, "Lieutenant Li, I, Lao Wang, will be your man from now on. I can cut off my head if necessary!"
Lee Nanfang had no interest in this kind of country bumpkin, he only said that he'll enjoy tonight.
The stage that was beating Lee Nanfang's legs saw him using his mouth to tap the table and immediately handed the phone to him.
Lee Nanfang opened WeChat and put it beside his ear. After a moment, he smiled and took out his phone to take a video and sent it to the two people on the high platform.
I want you to talk to me.
Yue Zitong replied very quickly.
Lee Nanfang typed in a reply: "I'm busy."
"I can give you money. As long as you can talk to me. "
"I don't care."
After Lee Nanfang replied, he directly turned off WeChat. Along with a high-pitched cry from Wang Defa, he started howling.
Wang Defa, who had already drunk too much, hugged a high platform and giggled. He understood and walked into room number 1 with Wang Defa on his left and right.
Once the door was shut, the world outside would be thrown into chaos, and they wouldn't be able to hear anything.
"Big brother, it's getting late. Shall we go?" If you like it on the sofa, that's fine too. "
On a high platform, she looked at Lee Nanfang with her charming eyes.
"I'm not free, I'm in a bad mood."
Originally, Lee Nanfang had brought Wang Defa here to play because Jack had provoked him.
After receiving Yue Zitong's message, his heart became even more agitated. He raised his hand to push open the balcony, but the private room's door was suddenly slammed open and a person rushed in.