Yang Yinghui looked nervously at the beautiful woman with delicate eyebrows in front of him.
The dance hall is bustling with people, neon lights are flashing, people with all kinds of colorful makeup and trendy and revealing outfits are everywhere. At least nine out of ten people can use the word "beautiful".
But the person in front of me is different from others.
Her facial features were so delicate that one could tell the injustice of the Creator at a glance. The fingertips dragging on her chin were slightly cool, but the tips of his ears were inexplicably burning.
After finishing the glass of wine, Su Shengsheng put down the glass and asked, "Will we meet next time?"
Yang Yinghui's eyes lingered on her face and he nodded stiffly.
Su Shengsheng found it boring and didn't know why that little girl Qian Shengxue was so keen on playing games with male models. She took out a small stack of red banknotes from her pocket and said, "You go ahead, tip."
Yang Yinghui pursed her lips, stood up slowly, and hesitated, "Is it because I didn't do well?"
He really looked a lot like Li Jingchen. He looked at her with such pitiful eyes, which made Su Shengsheng a little uncomfortable. She smiled lightly and said, "No."
"Remember to talk to me next time you come. I will learn from you." Yang Yinghui said seriously.
"Ah?" Su Shengsheng was confused by his words, "No... no need."
Yang Yinghui hesitated and took out his mobile phone, "Can I add your contact information?"
He looked very young, his smooth cheeks flickering under the light bulb, and his innocent and clear eyes. Su Shengsheng was almost moved by his professionalism.
"Is this your way of attracting customers?"
"No, it's not." Yang Yinghui waved, but because the movement of raising his hand was too large, it hit a very tall wine bottle.
He hurriedly leaned over to help, and the wine bottle held him up, but he lost his balance and fell down, hitting the sofa.
It was Su Shengsheng who nimbly ducked to the side to avoid being knocked down.
Although there was a long distance between the two, from a distance, it looked like they were hugging each other intimately. Yang Yinghui turned his head and looked as if he was kissing Su Shengsheng.
The man on the second floor had a circle of dried fruit residue in his hand. He couldn't take a bite, and his chest heaved with anger.
Zhong Minheng glanced downstairs, smiled and teased, "Since you care so much, stop holding it and go find her quickly."
"I don't care." Li Jingchen snorted coldly and drank a glass of wine in one gulp.
"Are you okay?" Su Shengsheng turned her head and asked.
Yang Yinghui stood up stiffly, holding on to the sofa, and rubbed his head. His eye circles were a little red from the impact, and he looked like a live little puppy. "It's okay, you must come to me next time."
After saying that, a blush filled her cheeks, and she turned and left without even taking a tip.
Su Shengsheng looked at the money on the table, raised her eyebrows, and stuffed it back into her handbag.
She didn't pay much attention to this episode, and naturally she didn't see it. The moment the little puppy Yang Yinghui turned around, a pair of pure and clear eyes were covered with red neon, and they were dyed with a playful smile. Floor's one-way glass.
Thanks to the efforts of the DJ, the music in the dance hall has a strong sense of rhythm.
Qian Shengxue walked out of the bathroom casually, rubbing her belly. While walking through the narrow corridor, she bumped into someone.
"Hey."
I don’t know how tall this man was, but Qian Shengxue’s eyes were filled with stars when he bumped into him. The little princess refused to let him go, “You don’t have eyes when you walk.”
"You are so short, no one can see you." The man's voice was casual and unruly.
Qian Shengxue was so angry that she had gained a bit of baby fat. She had her hands on her hips and was about to raise her head to curse when she met a pair of smiling, wealthy and romantic peach blossom eyes. When the words came to her lips, she turned around,
"This handsome guy looks familiar to me."
Isn't it? !
Forgot again?
For the first time in his life, Shen Yiming had doubts about his appearance.
Aren’t I going to pick a handsome guy?
Is it so hard to remember?
Just as he was about to speak, a pair of drunken men in front of him walked over from behind Qian Shengxue, looking around and about to bump into her.
He put his arms around her waist, turned her around and pressed her against the wall, lowering his eyes, "The light was dazzling just now, can you see clearly this time?"
There was a smile on his face, but Qian Shengxue felt faintly angry, and his aura was breathtaking.
She was young and somewhat sullen. She was immediately calmed down. She looked up timidly and nodded blankly.
Shen Yiming was so cute by her cute look, he restrained his momentum, tilted his head and smiled, "I'm very sad that you are like this. I will never forget you, a generous financial sponsor."
The manly fragrance on his body smelled very good, and his face was noble and indulgent. Qian Shengxue blinked, "Are you a male model who is drunk in the spring breeze?"
She orders so many male models a month, how can she remember which one he is?
"So, Miss Qian, do you often spend so generously?" Shen Yiming raised his eyebrows.
His face was so good-looking that Qian Shengxue did not object to his approach and recalled it patiently, "Just a few days have passed this month, and I probably gave him hundreds of thousands in rewards."
Shen Yiming was really angry this time.
Qian Shengxue paused as she thought about it, "But they were basically checks from Qian Qingyang. Only once in the past two months did I spend my own money."
"Oh?" Shen Yiming curled his lips.
"I..." Qian Shengxue was about to speak, but swallowed it back, "I can't tell you."
"Why?" Shen Yiming tightened his grip, forcing her to get closer.
Qian Shengxue swallowed, "Then don't tell me, because he works alone. I'm afraid that when Qian Qingyang is settling the accounts, he will come to Chunfeng Zui to check, and someone will find him cheating on someone else's place."
Shen Yiming chuckled, "My patron, has anyone ever told you that you have a bad memory?"
"No." Qian Shengxue was puzzled.
He leaned forward slightly so that his eyes were level with the little girl's, "Then do you see who I am?"
There were rotating lights everywhere in the spring breeze. The moment he leaned over, a backlight of white light entered his eyes. The outline evoked Qian Shengxue's older memories. She held his head with both hands, "It's you!"
The aperture rotated, the white light turned into soft light, and Shen Yiming's facial features gradually appeared clearly, "It's me, you rewarded me with a hundred thousand yuan last time."
Qian Shengxue paused with her fingers, a hint of disappointment flashed across her eyes, which quickly turned into a charming surprise, "It's you, that duck who works alone!"
She spoke in a loud voice, and people passing by looked towards her as if she was not aware of her presence.
Shen Yiming glanced at his face helplessly, "Can you please lower your voice, little ancestor?"
"Oh, keep your voice down," Qian Shengxue put her fingers to her lips, "If someone who is drunk by the spring breeze finds out, they will kick you out."
"Speaking of which," she seemed to suddenly think of something, "why are you still wandering around drunk in the spring breeze? Have you not found a rich woman to support you?"
Shen Yiming's long eyelashes were dyed with a starry smile, and his eyes met hers, "Found it."
