litchi.
The girl who toasted with him during the day and said happily that she was about to leave Yihong Building.
Perhaps regardless of the game or reality, women in this kind of place can never be fully trusted.
But Han Dongwen still couldn't figure out what benefits he could bring to Litchi by lying that he was about to leave Yihong Building.
He felt a little cold, leaned back in his chair, and looked towards the lobby under the railing.
The person who came out in the melodious whisper was indeed Lychee Red.
Han Dongwen had already recognized this girl before he saw her face - she had been sitting next to him for a whole afternoon, and she was already too familiar.
This was only one of the reasons. He could recognize Lychee at a glance, and it was also because the lining of the Lychee gauze skirt had not been changed. It was still embroidered with apricot-yellow and red silk.
She took a few more steps toward the stage, and Han Dongwen's eyes suddenly moved slightly.
There wasn't even a trace of a smile on that made-up face.
A hundred flowers bloom, for them, there is only one word of purpose.
money.
If you want to sell money, you should have a selling point.
Regardless of whether it is Yangliuqing or Jinsha Niang, which one does not have silky eyebrows and a charming smile? With Lychee's current expression, there is no intention of making money?
Lychee sat down in front of the guqin in the hall, raised her hand and gently placed it on the strings.
For a long time, there was no sound of the piano.
"Here, what are you here for?"
Yang Facai noticed the long silence and was finally willing to move his eyes away from Jinsha Niang and look into the field.
Jinsha Niang finally had time to take a breath and secretly glanced at Yang Facai. He swept his eyes across the lobby and said unconsciously in surprise: "Litchi? She is actually so..."
The venue went from silence to whispers.
The starting price was two gold yuan, but no one was attracted by Li Zhi's appearance. There was not even a single bidder.
When Han Dongwen heard what Jinsha Niang said just now, he leaned towards Yang Facai and the others and asked, "Miss Jinsha, are you familiar with this Litchi girl? What's wrong with her?"
The venue was so deserted and awkward that Lychee didn't even play the piano, but just sat quietly in front of it for a long time.
She is crying.
Han Dongwen's eyes moved upstairs and his brows furrowed slightly.
"Litchi, she was supposed to..." today.
Jinsha Niang thought for a moment and said: "She should not be in the building today. I haven't been in Yihong Building for a long time. I heard that she was saving up hard and was waiting to redeem herself and get out of Yihong Building."
After she finished speaking, she leaned softly against Yang Facai, and her voice was as silky as silk: "Mr. Yang, tell me, when can I get out of this building?"
"Ahem, Miss Jinsha."
Han Dongwen braced himself up in embarrassment and asked: "Then according to what you said, she shouldn't come here where a hundred flowers bloom. This girl is like this. It's obvious that she doesn't want to come. Why?"
"Why..."
Jinsha Niang hugged Yang Facai's arm tightly and sighed: "She has a brother who is a punter. I heard that people should do their duty. I didn't expect that today I asked the officers and soldiers to arrest me. I heard that he dared to rob the bodyguard." They’re robbing people!”
Robbery? Another escort? …
Han Dongwen frowned suddenly and looked back into the field.
"Young hero, since you can sit in this private room, it will be easier for you to say some things. What happened to her brother was settled by the building. It's just this money... Naturally, she has to pay for it herself, and her pockets are empty. Of course I have to come back.”
As Jin Sha spoke, he held Yang Facai's arm tighter: "The guests who come to this Yihong Building are by no means all handsome and generous patrons like Boss Yang. They are very difficult to serve. Maybe they are Litchi." I thought I could leave, but then I was thrown back all of a sudden. I can’t accept it all of a sudden.”
Yang Facai chuckled and winked at Han Dongwen: "How about it, Mr. Chi, have you fallen in love with this litchi girl?"
Han Dongwen raised his chin and frowned, his mind moving rapidly.
He was framed for robbing an escort, so Yihonglou approached him and introduced him to the business of spending money to eliminate disasters.
If he hadn't planned to get in touch with Yihonglou, it would be impossible for Han Dongwen to agree to be a guest of Hutu.
So, if Yihonglou dealt with his crime, would he find someone to blame him?
Lychee's younger brother is a punter...
There was also a West Asian who "hooked up the darts" together...
Han Dongwen's heart tightened, and two names instantly came to mind.
Robert, Zhang Sihai? !
Could it be that Li Zhi's younger brother is Zhang Sihai?
Yihonglou put her crime on Zhang Sihai again, and then paid for eating lychees again?
"Two gold dollars!"
Han Dongwen made a sudden noise, which seemed extremely abrupt in this place that had been deserted for a long time.
The eyes in the audience suddenly moved from the stage to Han Dongwen's private room.
"Hey, isn't that where the Olimar woman went up just now?"
"You want another one, but just like this? You look like you owe money. I don't want it..."
There was a commotion in the venue, and Lychee on the stage raised her head violently, with two lines of clear tears that Han Dongwen could clearly see.
Naturally, she heard Han Dongwen's voice, but she looked disbelieving and even opened her mouth slightly.
Han Dongwen took a deep breath and looked towards the lobby.
He only had two gold yuan left, and he originally planned to spend it on Li Zhi in the afternoon to ask her more about Yihong Tower.
Now, I hope I can invite her upstairs at this price and ask again...
"Ding--"
The thoughts in his heart have not yet come to fruition, but he is afraid of what will happen.
"Yajian bid!"
The sound of the bell came from the elegant room where Yang Liuqing went.
"Pick flowers and smell the honey, get a mica shell agate heart mirror, five gold coins!"
The sound of the bell almost hit Han Dongwen's ears.
He suddenly stood up from the Taishi chair and put his hands on the railing.
"Oh, Young Master Chi, you are so fond of this girl. She is so thin and thin, tsk..."
Yang Facai looked at Han Dongwen with a grin and fiddled with the jingling jewelry on his body: "It's okay, big brother, help you. If you have any ideas, come on!"
Han Dongwen glanced sideways at the water gun he had placed in the cloth bag beside him, gritted his teeth slightly, and was about to say something when he was suddenly startled.
Lychee, who was sitting in the middle of the lobby, looked at him and shook his head gently.
Her mouth shape kept saying no.
Han Dongwen thought for a moment, then sat back on the Grand Master's chair and crossed his legs.
Looking at his face again, there was already a calm look that was completely different from the panic just now.
"What, what's wrong, Mr. Chi? You don't want this red lychee?" Yang Facai asked.
"No need, Boss Yang. There has always been a rule that please eat, drink and not flirt. This is called lychee, that's all. You want me to sell this thing that is close to me, just a dream!"
Han Dongwen finished speaking as if he really didn't care at all. He picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of canary buds, saying with emotion: "Good tea, good tea."
After the price was hammered down, Lizhi, with tears on his face, left the lobby and walked up to the second floor.
She looked in Han Dongwen's direction with worried eyes, but there, Han Dongwen turned around and left regardless of Yang Facai's attempts to stay.
The maids gathered around Lychee and slowly climbed up to the second floor.
At the door of the private room, Yang Liuqing was already waiting there, smiling at the sister who stayed for another night.
"Be happy, don't let your mood get ruined."
Yang Liuqing smiled, stepped forward and gently wiped the tears on Li Zhihong's face.
Lychee turned her head slightly, but she seemed to see the familiar figure of the young man in white at the corner of the elegant room.
