Yi Huixuan had never felt that living was so difficult, nor had he felt that the passage of time was so slow. Only a few minutes had passed, but he felt as if tens of thousands of years had passed.
During these tens of thousands of years, his brain was working rapidly, thinking about which of the following methods would be more feasible: digging a hole in the ground to escape, finding a time machine to go back ten minutes ago, immigrating to Mars, or stabbing himself to death on the spot. After thinking it over, only the last method was more feasible, but he really didn't have the courage to stab himself to death.
Yi Huixuan took a deep breath, thinking to himself that as long as I wasn't embarrassed, it would be others who were embarrassed. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Jiang Rong say, "Let me clarify, Master Yi, I don't have dimples. Also, it's better for you to believe in Ultraman."
Yi Huixuan: “…”
The corners of Yi Huixuan's mouth twitched, his eyes rolled around, his eyebrows wrinkled, his nostrils flared, and his face was a mixture of blue and red. He looked like he was about to faint. Someone whispered, "Young Master Yi? Young Master Yi, are you okay?! Hang in there! I'm calling an ambulance!"
"...I'm fine!" Yi Huixuan gritted his teeth. He stared at Jiang Rong intently, as if he was staring at the murderer who killed his entire family. "Jiang Rong, I haven't seen you for five years, and you're deliberately using these things to humiliate me?!"
"Why do you think so?" Jiang Rong asked in surprise, "I just think these are your things and I should return them to you. Oh, right."
She took something out of her bag and put it in Yi Huixuan's hand, saying, "This is my birthday present for you. I hope you like it."
Yi Huixuan lowered his eyes and took a look, and his eyes immediately turned black.
It was a finger-sized Ultraman Tiga keychain, made of low-quality plastic, with mold lines clearly visible. A good Ultraman was made to look like Big Head Son, with a distorted face, as if in a sarcastic sneer - buy one for 3.9 yuan on Pinxixi and it includes free shipping!
Yi Huixuan was almost having difficulty breathing, but Jiang Rong said earnestly: "Continue to believe in the light, young man. May Tiga give you strength."
Yi Huixuan: “…”Ah ...
Otherwise, he should just stab Jiang Rong and then commit suicide!!
Jiang Rong opened two clean glasses, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to Jiang Panyu: "Thank you for bringing me to this party, but I see that no one welcomes me very much, so I won't stay and spoil the fun."
"How could it be..." Jiang Panyu opened his mouth to say something, then sighed, clinked his cup with Jiang Rong, and said, "Okay, then be careful on your way back."
The two cups clinked together with a dinging sound. Jiang Rong watched Jiang Panyu finish drinking the wine at the bottom of the cup, and said with a slight curl of his lips, "Have fun then."
She placed the square wine glass on the table, turned it slightly, and the glass reflected gorgeous light. She smiled lazily, waved to Jiang Panyu, and walked straight out of the private room.
022 quickly followed her, [Did you succeed? ]
[Don't worry.] Jiang Rong made an OK gesture, [Success.]
022 was surprised: [I didn't even see it. When did you... Never mind. What are you going to do next?]
[The heroine is already in place, so the next step is of course to deal with the hero.]
Jiang Rong threw a candy into her mouth and walked slowly in the corridor. The waiters passing by greeted her with a smile, and Jiang Rong nodded politely. Until she reached the corner and met a waiter again, she suddenly raised her hand and pinched the back of the waiter's neck. The waiter fell down like noodles, and the tray in his hand was about to fall to the ground.
Jiang Rong quickly caught the tray with one hand and the waiter with the other, and dragged him to the fire escape. 022 was startled, and before it could ask any questions, Jiang Rong had already swiftly stripped off the waiter's clothes and put them on himself. He then placed the waiter in a dark corridor and picked up the tray himself.
She glanced at the small note on the tray, which said "904".
[022.] Jiang Rong asked his useless little system: [Is the male lead in room 904?]
[Yes, yes.] 022 said, dumbfounded.
"A 1992 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon..." Jiang Rong glanced at the wine on the tray and curled his lips. "Extravagance."
022 is a local dog: [Is this wine expensive? ]
Jiang Rong: [In 2000, a bottle of this wine was auctioned for over three million yuan.]
022 said angrily: [The male protagonist is really extravagant and lustful! Extravagant and lustful! ]
Jiang Rong knocked on the door of room 904 with a bottle of wine that was more expensive than her. After receiving the reply that she could enter, she pressed the door handle.
If Yi Huixuan's box was a place of chaos, this place was obviously much more serious. There was a big table inside, and it was full of people. However, even among so many people, Shang Shaoheng was still the most outstanding one.
He was wearing a well-tailored black shirt with dark gold buttons with patterns on the collar, revealing a bony collarbone. He leaned lazily in his chair, turning a deaf ear to the compliments and fawning of others at the dinner party. He looked nonchalant as if he was distracted. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, blocking the emotions in his dark pupils. His straight nose was like a mountain, cutting through the light and making his whole face appear half-bright and half-dark, making him look even more unpredictable.
Sitting next to him was a beautiful woman in a red dress. She was probably the person who would make Jiang Panyu jealous in the original plot. However, even though the meaning of this dinner was obvious, which was for her to get close to Shang Shaoheng, she sat hesitantly in her chair, not daring to get close to this cold man.
"The wine I ordered is here!" A pot-bellied, bald man stood up with a smile and said, "I heard a few days ago that a bottle of very good dry red wine had arrived, so I asked the boss to save it for Mr. Shang."
He waved to Jiang Rong and said, "Come on, pour some wine for Mr. Shang."
Jiang Rong lowered his head, displaying the caution a waiter should have. He walked over to Shang Shaoheng with a tray, picked up the decanter, and poured the already decanted wine into the goblet. The dark red liquid exuded a sweet fruity aroma. The bald man raised the glass and said, "Mr. Shang, I offer you a toast."
Although he was old enough to be Shang Shaoheng's father, the bald man was very nervous and scared when facing this moody young man, and he toasted very humbly.
Shang Shaoheng raised his thin eyelids and said calmly, "I've had some throat problems lately, and the doctor told me not to drink."
The bald man quickly said, "Then let Yingying drink it for you, Yingying!"
The woman in the red dress stood up and said coquettishly, "Then I will..."
Shang Shaoheng didn't even look at her and said, "Drink it for me."
There was a moment of silence in the private room. After several seconds, everyone realized that the "you" Shang Shaoheng was talking about was the inconspicuous waiter who came in to serve wine.
022 was about to explode: [Did he recognize you?!]
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