Beauty, please don’t enter the entertainment industry, your acting skills are too exaggerated!
He Donglou was stunned, blinked a few times, and then adjusted his eyes. He turned his eyes to see who the boss was.
Ronan was thinking about the problem, but he was "joined up" by He Donglou and Zhang Yingying to make trouble. His thoughts were completely interrupted. He frowned and raised his head. Under the reflection of the faint blue light wave, he happened to meet He Donglou face to face.
"Well, have we met before?" He Donglou was a little impressed, but Ronan had taken off his white coat and put on his glasses. There were too many interference factors and he didn't recognize him for a while.
Xie Junping introduced with a smile: "It's Nanzi. I was here just now. I met you."
He Donglou met a lot of people tonight, so he remembered so many people, but when he glanced at the big man standing behind Xie Junping, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered this combination. The one who has the most profound memory is actually Xue Lei, the "martial arts master", who almost had a conflict with another of his followers.
As for the psychologist played by Ronan, I can only say that he still has some impression: "Oh, I have seen it before. What's wrong? You have changed the role. Do you think being a boss has more prospects?"
Ronan glanced at him but didn't respond.
He Donglou didn't pay attention. He didn't give Ronan any room to speak, so he directly commented: "This trick is quite creative, and most importantly, it's interesting. It's just the way it's dressed, it's not very professional...especially the glasses. What a failure! Brother, you already have a tender face, but if you wear such a featureless prop, your student look can be seen through the crystal pillar."
Zhang Yingying continued: "Big boss, there's nothing wrong with being casual, just cheering and hugging each other. Look, there are piles of secretaries, lovers, followers, bodyguards..."
He drew a circle with his slender fingers. Behind him was Xue Lei, a tall man with a bodyguard look and a corresponding sense of mission. However, most of the followers sitting on the sofa just rolled their eyes.
Of course He Donglou knew it was a joke, he laughed out loud and habitually crossed his arms and placed them on the shoulders of the two vases. After all, there were a lot of people here, so it was a bit tight when he stretched out, and half of his originally straight military uniform was lifted up by his movements.
"Right Vase" reached out his hand very considerately and tried to smooth it out at first, but then he found that it was not easy to do, so he simply unbuttoned his shirt and showed off the shirt underneath. While laughing, he pretended that he could not maintain his balance and rolled directly to the She put her in his arms and pretended to struggle, but in fact she was being rubbed and teased more.
On the other side, "Left Vase" pouted slightly, and now she was outshone by her companion and competitor.
He Donglou remained calm. In his opinion, "Right Vase's" way of inviting favors was a bit low, and it was also mixed with jealousy of the "female student" and had impure thoughts.
Originally, a gun mate in a short period of time cannot ask for too much, but there is a first-class prey in front of him. If he tolerates this again, doesn't it seem that he is too low-level?
Therefore, He Donglou ignored the plump breasts rolling around his waist and abdomen. He turned his eyes and ignored all the men. He only looked at the women. He soon discovered that the 'secretary' on the other side of Ronan looked pretty good too. ha.
The light in the corner of the sofa was dim, and there was a "left vase" across the corner. The angle was not good. He Donglou could not see clearly for a moment. He only knew that this person was dressed in a white-collar dress and was sitting on the sofa. His thin suit trousers vaguely outlined the lines of his legs. He was slender and strong. , it feels right.
There is also the quiet "lover" on the edge of the sofa. Without the obstruction, he can see more clearly. Although he has a low eyebrow and is completely temperless, he also has a different taste... Well, he still looks familiar.
Tsk tsk, the secretary, lover and sponsor were all top-notch people, and He Donglou couldn't help but feel jealous.
He had always been an emotional person, and suddenly he didn't want to pay attention to Ronan. Instead, he took advantage of the gap left by the "right vase" to chat and laugh with his "lover" on the edge of the sofa: "Beauty, I think we have met before. .”
Tian Si glanced over, nodded slightly, and said nothing. This is a more polite refusal.
However, He Donglou could not be dismissed so easily. Once he said something, he had a back-up plan. He pressed the "right vase" with one hand to prevent this stupid woman from getting up to block his sight, and continued to chat: "Let me think about it, yes Yes, you and Tang Yi came together, right? Hmm, that’s impressive."
Tian Si was startled and his face changed slightly.
He Donglou had achieved his goal, and moved closer to Tian Si, deliberately lowering his voice: "When I saw you just now, you happened to be separated from Tang Yi... What a pity, we didn't even have time to get to know each other, how dare you Ask for your name?"
His extremely oppressive movements forced Tian Si to shrink back, but then, the beauty's reaction made He Donglou depressed.
Tian Si looked over his shoulder to Ronan. Obviously, her instinct was to care more about Ronan's opinion.
Is this... really just role-playing?
Well, also, isn’t it too quiet here on the circular sofa?
As soon as the idea came up, Ronan started another conversation: "Is there any way to get a large loan?"
Zhang Yingying responded: "How much do you want to borrow?"
"60 million."
"Wow, look at you looking so determined to win."
"It is indeed inevitable."
Ronan still rested his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together in front of his mouth for some support. The head and face were pointed directly at the central crystal pillar, staring at the deformed manta ray still circling and swimming inside.
He Donglou: "..."
Why does he seem to be a bit transparent?
In the brief conversation, not a single word related to him. Even if he entered forcefully with two vases, brought up the topic of role-playing, and even teased the "lover"... At present, the circle in the sofa corner did not respond seriously, or even ignored it directly.
Please, wherever he goes, as Young Master He, he is the center of attention and the center of the stage no matter when and where. How have he ever encountered this kind of treatment... Is it intentional?
He Donglou's eyes turned cold, and he looked at the more familiar Xie Junping and Hu Huaying, but found that their body language seemed to be quite embarrassing, which was very different from the cold and quiet feeling of others.
"wrong!"
He had always felt that Ronan was a friend or follower of Xie Junping and Hu Huaying. Naturally, the Sofa Corner group were also of the same type, and they should of course be a collection of rich second generations.
But now it seems that this idea is not reliable.
He is familiar with the descendants of several prominent military and political figures in Xiacheng, but is a little unfamiliar with the business world, and they always have some concepts. Yao Feng also introduced to him: Behind Xie Junping and Hu Huaying are the most representative regional consortiums in Xiacheng. After decades of operation, the industry is spread across every corner of the city. It cannot be summarized by superficial businesses such as pharmaceutical groups and ranches.
Xie and Hu, especially Xie Junping, should be core figures in any second-generation business circle, but now the seating arrangement, tone and demeanor are all eccentric and in no way coordinated.
Also, that young and bright "female student" talked about boss, follower, lover, bodyguard, etc. Although most of them were joking and joking casually, no one on the circular sofa, whether they liked it or not, no one booed or refuted. There is a vague sense of closeness and even a superior-subordinate relationship.
This is a model that a loose second-generation circle can never achieve.
It's true that He Donglou is a big playboy, but he has been in a military and political family for a long time and has never been short of brains. Once he discovers a problem, his eyes will scan everyone's face again.
The objects of observation this time are not limited to beautiful women. He finally discovered that, apart from the ones he was paying attention to earlier, the remaining ones were all older and had no student spirit, so they should not be included in the party.
He observes others, and others also observe him, with subtle emotions in their gaze.
Well, what does the oldest one mean by staring at me? Looks familiar... Lao Zhou?
Damn it!
He Donglou's scalp suddenly irritated, his eyes wandered, and he instinctively avoided the meaningful eyes over there. Next, his wandering eyes finally caught a glimpse of his bodyguard, the "old driver", who had not taken his seat at all. He was standing straight without squinting. He was probably even more serious and upright than he was in the army back then.
At this time, Yao Feng called and contacted Xie Junping, who immediately asked: "Have you seen Mr. He?"
"We happened to be together... It's Yao Si'er." Xie Junping gestured to He Donglou. Seeing that the latter had no response, he informed the location, "It's right here at the corner of the sofa in the bar."
"Don't!" He Donglou suddenly said, Huo Di stood up, startling Xie Junping. He replied with a smile, "No need for him to come, I just have something to do with him. See you later."
Xie Junping looked over in astonishment, and Hu Huaying next to him had a similar expression. As for the two vases beside He Donglou, he was even more dizzy. He stood up helplessly, not knowing what happened.
Standing up, especially the left vase, the posture is perfect, which helps him block the view over there.
He Donglou only regarded himself as an example of "hiding one's ears and stealing one's bells" in the new era. Without further words, he walked out of the circular sofa. Tian Si subconsciously turned sideways to make way, but at this moment, a strong and tall figure arrived, raised his voice and laughed:
"Ouch, there are so many people, are there any seats left?"
This is when Baoyan arrived. He continued to laugh, and He Yueyin said coldly: "Stand."
"ah?"
For a moment, Baoyan saw a disheveled young man in a military uniform in the corridor next to the sofa, about to jump out, and he immediately woke up. He was always a man of action, so he reached out with his big hand like a cattail leaf fan, pressed down on the young man's head and face, and pushed him back directly.
Baoyan's thick and long fingers pinched the seeds on He Donglou's head like a ball. He blocked his mouth and nose with his palms, making He Donglou's eyes turn white.
How has he been treated like this since he was born? Even if it was just a moment, it would be enough for him to remember it for a lifetime.
Especially the stunned looks of Xie Junping and Hu Huaying fully demonstrated the performance effect of this absurd drama - he was finally placed in the center of the stage, but he was playing a clown!
Terrible emotions rushed to his forehead, and He Donglou's face turned red. As soon as Baoyan removed his palm, he jumped to his feet and shouted: "He Yueyin, has anyone ever treated your brother like this?"
There was sudden silence at the corner of the sofa.
In fact, many people need to adjust the way their facial muscles stabilize.
But soon, Zhang Yingying announced the failure of the adjustment with a loud whistle and loud laughter: "Wow, Secretary He, your brother and sister's styles complement each other very well!"
"Pfft...cough cough cough!" The paper-cutting was also successful. He even laughed and coughed, and raised his hand to apologize to He Yueyin.
He Yueyin didn't care, while He Donglou didn't care about the target of beauty hunting. He glared at Zhang Yingying and even the group of onlookers who were watching the fun, and there were countless vicious thoughts in his heart.
But soon, He Yueyin's new order was issued: "Take it off."
There was no beginning or end to what he said, but He Donglou understood instantly, his face turned even redder, and he shouted: "Sister, save some face for me, this is not a real military uniform, it's a cosplay! It's a prop!"
He Yueyin didn't speak, but looked up from the thick shadows with cold eyes. "Left Vase" was stunned by this scene, her legs were weak and her feet were soft, and she fell back on the sofa. There was no barrier between the siblings, everything was clear and distinct.
He Donglou was afraid of this, not to mention that as a member of a military family, what he did was indeed taboo. In the end, he could only grit his teeth, take off his military uniform, stuff it into the arms of the "right vase", wave his hands impatiently, and tell the two vases to get out of here:
"Let's go, let's go, quickly!"
The two vases walked away in confusion. He Donglou was only wearing a white shirt. Even though the temperature in the building was well adjusted, he still shivered due to the psychological effects. She spread her hands to He Yueyin helplessly:
"Is this okay?"
He Yueyin ignored him, turned her face slightly, and asked Ronan softly: "Mr. Luo, are we going to the hospital now?"
Ronan knew that it was no longer appropriate to be here, so he nodded and stood up. As soon as he moved, everyone followed suit, and the association members all stood up. Those who had no idea, like Xie Junping and Tian Si, stood up unconsciously, and a group of people walked out in a hurry.
"Hey, what are you doing!"
He Donglou suddenly became a transparent person again, and no one even responded to his calls. He was really sad and angry. He couldn't help but reach out and grab his elder sister, but he didn't have the strength in his hands, how could he catch her?
He forced himself to follow with a shy face, but He Yueyin's cold eyes flashed across her face. She immediately raised her hands and stood still, watching the group of people go away.
"Hey, Mr. He, what are you..." Yao Feng rushed over from behind and saw He Donglou wearing a shirt, holding up his hands as if he had just been robbed. The dark group of people in front of them had disappeared into the crowd, making it difficult to see clearly.
Yao Feng felt confused and said hello again: "Master He?"
"Can you see me?"
"ah?"
"hehe!"
He Donglou ignored Yao Feng again, just put down his hands and sat back on the sofa.
Since He Yueyin was there, he had already guessed the origin of the group. Everyone in the family knows where He Yueyin's work is focused during this period.
"A group of arrogant soldiers and outlaws." He Donglou was still gritting his teeth, but in an instant he was confused again, "Secretary? What are you doing?"
He Donglou tried to recall Ronan's face, but due to the influence of glasses and dim light, he always couldn't remember clearly. He turned around in his mind several times, and the impression became even more blurred.
He leaned back, almost giving up. But inexplicably, a particularly clear picture came up in his mind: in a dark realm, with faint waves of light, Ronan and He Yueyin were sitting side by side, one stooped, the other upright... And was the distance too close?
(I want to restore 4,000 words, but there are still problems with the rhythm and the update is confusing. Please forgive me.
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