The last WeChat chat still stayed on Li Ying’s green box text.
It has been 28 days since Xu Jingxi left Beijing.
After listening to the class, I checked WeChat and there was a small gathering in the group.
Liang Wenye's female companion celebrated her birthday and had a dinner date at Kunlun No. 9.
When she was at Yanshan Villa, Li Ying played games with that beautiful sister, and she acted like a baby every day and asked Liang Wenye to tattoo that little girl for her.
The more displeased Liang Wenye was, the happier the little girl shouted and danced around Liang Wenye's bottom line. The noble man found it very interesting and took her to Koh Samui to play.
I have WeChat contact information, but I don’t understand why I invited her.
The other party was the birthday boy and was full of sincerity. Li Ying kept his good intentions and spent a small amount of money to buy gifts at SKP and took a taxi to Kunlun No. 9 Club.
Stepping into the Liangma River, there is a courtyard-style courtyard, next door is the Bulgari Hotel.
Elegant private venue.
At first, the security guard asked me where I came from, what I was doing there, and whether I had any consumption records.
Looking at the low-profile cars one after another in the parking lot, they are either made in China or Audi, and bear the Beijing A license plate.
It was quite strict until Liang Wenye slowly came over and realized it was her. He stepped back and led her into the garden.
When they met, even if they were not familiar with each other, the children of the aristocratic family would always appear polite and courteous when chatting with her.
"I came back five days ago. He was passing through Singapore by himself. He was supposed to land at the Capital Airport at 6 o'clock. Didn't he ask you to pick him up?" Liang Wenye asked.
Li Ying wanted to ask, was Xu Jingxi alone?
Didn't speak.
Liang Wenye walked slowly: "I know about your gallery."
Li Ying walked to Liang Wenye's side and said, "I thanked him, but he didn't want to mention it to me."
"Yes." Liang Wenye said.
Li Ying asked where else to go: "He is in Koh Samui, is he having fun?"
Liang Wenye smiled and said, "If you are happy, how can you not be happy?" He immediately explained meaningfully, "You don't have to ask, let others live their lives like this."
"It will be like this for the rest of his life, don't want him to change anything."
The meal was lively.
Unfortunately, Liu Huaiying is also there. It seems that they are all familiar with each other, but they can't play well. They play with this one today and that one tomorrow.
If there is benefit, keep in touch; if there is no benefit, let it go.
We are all in Sijiu City, so we have naturally heard each other's names. At most, they are 'someone's son' and 'His mother is already the third wife'.
Someone recognized Li Ying and curiously asked: "Why don't you go have a drink with Liu Huaiying? Why is one sitting in the south and the other in the north?"
Li Ying raised his head and looked at the seat opposite the dining table.
When their eyes met, Liu Huaiying's eyes were as calm as a dry well, and he stared at her intently, with a soft stick between his lips.
Li Ying sipped the juice in silence, not afraid that the young master would suddenly yell: You fucking Li Ying is teasing me! Follow me Li Ying!
I have to admit that I used Liu Huaiying as a springboard to get close to this circle and get close to people named Xu.
This time, Liu Huaiying really didn't come to chat with her and talk nonsense, and just watched when they met.
Not sure whether Xu Jingxi would comply with her wishes and keep her by his side.
And I am sure that Li Ying will not give up here. If she dares to provoke Xu Jingxi, it means that she must satisfy her desires.
For a moment, Liu Huaiying looked away, stood up and left: "I won't drink anymore."
Similarly, Li Ying did not drink, put away her mobile phone and coat, and left 20 minutes after Liu Huaiying left.
Liang Wenye looked over and said, "Find a driver to take you back."
They never spoke with requests or questions.
Li Ying refused and did not bother the other party.
It was raining at night, and I was standing on the promenade checking my phone, thinking about where to find the nearest subway.
The bamboo trees planted in Kunlun No. 9 make a sound.
Front light fog edge.
I saw Xiao Li holding up his umbrella. It had a precious black rattan frame and the umbrella was darker and heavier than the night.
In the lingering rain and mist, Xu Jingxi's face was calm under the umbrella. He was holding a pocket with one hand. His upper body was only a white shirt, which was tucked into stretchable trousers. His strong waist and straight and strong long legs were connected with the bluestone floor. One line.
Elegant and noble.
You can really pull off any style, and the abstinent white shirt is no exception.
Xiao Li tried his best to hold up the umbrella without letting the expensive clothes on the prince's body get wet at all.
When he met an acquaintance, Xu Jingxi was chatting with his friends in a low voice.
Boldly, Li Ying stepped forward, the small high heels under his feet lightly stepping on the pebbles.
When Xiao Li saw it was Li Ying, he handed the umbrella into her hand without saying a word and turned away.
The prince was too tall, so Li Ying tried her best to stand on tiptoes and hold up the umbrella.
The distance under the umbrella was only two feet apart, and Xu Jingxi didn't seem to notice her presence, and was busy chatting with the humble middle-aged man in front of her.
You can easily smell the perfume on his body, the heavy ancient wood-flavored ether mixed with the clean feeling of spring rain and mist, which is particularly hypnotic.
He moved his lips calmly: "I just got off the plane."
The middle-aged man in a suit and tie kindly invited me: "Sir, you are really a busy man. I have a gracious invitation. Can you please come and have a banquet with me? The unfilial son will get married the day after tomorrow."
Even though the other party is one round older than him, he, Xu Jingxi, always has the right to decide freely: "I'm afraid my uncle will be disappointed and won't have time to attend a large banquet."
It's not that he doesn't have time to participate, it's that he doesn't want to participate.
The other party understood and had to give up, nodding and saying, "I won't disturb you, you can chat."
After the man left, Li Ying was about to say hello to the powerful young master when her waist was suddenly held, and Xu Jingxi's strong hands almost held most of her waist.
Her feet gave way, and her chin dug into his shoulder, which made her eyes well up with tears and she let out a coquettish "hurt".
He showed no mercy, Li Ying seemed to be moved by the strength of his hand.
She was wearing a waist-cinching short skirt today, and the material was a little thin. Xu Jingxi's thumbs dug hard into the curve of her waist.
The fabric seemed to be penetrated by the burning heat of his fingertips, and the distance between their shoulders was getting closer and closer, making them suffocating.
The wrinkles at the waist of the skirt were in a mess. She was so nervous that she didn't dare to breathe, and raised the umbrella with trembling hands.
Before I could stand up straight, I heard him mockingly: "Yingying has to see me, right?"
He said "Yingying" in a clear and hoarse voice, like a very ambiguous nickname. Li Ying's cheeks became slightly hot, and she raised her head to look at him: "Of course I want to see you, sir. You haven't been back to Beijing for 28 days."
Light rain fell.
When I see him curling his lips, he always speaks with great interest and a strong Beijing accent to coax people, "Go and make money. When you get interested, I can raise a more expensive bird."
He is not a man who is short of money. The Xu family has enough for him to spend a lifetime without any worries.
Obviously, it is to consolidate power and interests.
But he was serious.
A smile appeared in Li Ying's eyes unconsciously: "So, sir, he wants to raise another girl, so he is not afraid that I will be jealous."
Pressing her waist tighter, Xu Jingxi slowly smiled and said, "Did I say so."
Yes, he is talking about raising birds.
With his body supported, he lowered his head and silently walked up the steps in sync with his leather shoes and entered the private room.
The doorman took the umbrella with both hands, put it away, held it, and closed the mahogany-carved door tightly.
Silently guarding the door.
