Chapter 42 Going to a Nightclub
"Wow!" Lizzie stared at him with her rabbit eyes, as if she was trying to figure out the meaning of Ning Che's words. A brilliant smile slowly curled up the corners of her mouth. "You're amazing!"
"No wonder Cheng Yun is so clingy!"
"I admire you!" She exclaimed in delight. The gloomy mood in her heart completely disappeared, replaced by a burning fighting spirit.
"good!"
"Our mission today is to piss off that bastard scumbag to death!"
"Set off!"
Lizi jumped up from the chair and pulled Ning Che away.
Ning Che grabbed her wrist with his backhand and, with some skill, dragged her to sit on the chair. He asked with amusement, "Are you going out like this?"
"Ah?" Lizzie was stunned for two seconds, then she looked down at her pajamas and her expression became even more stunned.
Ning Che sighed again, and felt that he had sighed more this morning than in his entire life.
Butler Li had been listening from the side the whole time, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the child was half a beat behind. He went to the refrigerator to get an ice pack and handed it to Lizzie, and asked the aunt to go to the storage room to find some women's clothes for Lizzie to change into.
During the years when Li Zi was infatuated with Fu Chengyun, she often went in and out of the Fu family mansion for various reasons, sometimes even staying overnight. So when Fu Chengyun grew independent and moved out of the mansion, the family still had two sets of women's clothing, both of which were simple, everyday styles.
Auntie came out of the storage room with a long white dress in her hand.
Lizi took it reluctantly, muttering softly, "This is too long, and there's no skin showing at all."
Ning Che glanced at her sideways, his eyes threatening her to put on her clothes.
Lizzie stretched out her arms and took the clothes far away from herself, saying with a look of disgust: "I'm already dressed so poorly, you can't be so lame anymore. Otherwise, we don't have to go out."
Without saying a word, she dragged Ning Che upstairs and rushed into the cloakroom on the third floor to give full play to her aesthetic taste.
Lizi's aesthetic is simple: the more exposed, the better. But Fu Chengyun's clothes, apart from suits and shirts, are too monotonous.
A good cook cannot cook without rice. She tossed and turned until her forehead was sweating, and in the end she could only pick out a set of clothes that was not a suit for Ning Che to change into.
The sun rose from slant to full height, hanging high in the sky. The cloakroom was bright and spacious. A breeze came in through the window, carrying a hint of floral fragrance.
Lizzie sat on the soft leather bench in the middle of the room. She felt sleepy after eating and yawned so hard that she could hardly open her eyes.
There was a faint rustling sound coming from the changing area. When Ning Che opened the curtains and walked out, his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He only took a casual glance and opened his mouth in shock.
"Wow!"
"You're so pretty."
She chose a white hooded sweatshirt for Ning Che, paired with straight-leg jeans. The loose fit of the top and the slim fit of the bottom accentuated Ning Che's upright posture and slender legs. The refreshing white and blue hue added a touch of youthful youthfulness to his enchanting face.
Her black hair was tied up high, and a ponytail hung down from the top of her head, shiny and smooth like a pouring ink-black waterfall.
Lizi took off a ruby earring from her left ear, walked behind Ning Che, and put it on his right ear.
Three parts pure, three parts arrogant, and four parts gorgeous.
For the first time, Lizzie realized that a simple sweatshirt and jeans could be worn to look incredibly beautiful.
She couldn't help but circle around Ning Che, marveling at him.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're particularly aggressive because you're good-looking?"
"Need I say more?" Ning Che said calmly as he walked to the mirror and looked at himself.
He was beautiful and aware of it, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to seduce Fu Chengyun with such mastery. But he rarely used his beauty to lure his enemies, not because he was aloof, but because most of his enemies didn't even make it to the seduction stage before he was slain by his sword.
He adjusted his shirt in the mirror; it was loose and comfortable. He moved his legs; they moved easily. Most importantly, he felt relieved that his clothes were neat and nothing was exposed.
Ning Che was very satisfied with his outfit, which was hundreds of times more comfortable than the suit Fu Chengyun asked him to wear.
"Where are you going?"
“Great place!”
The two took the elevator down to the first floor, briefly explained a few words to Butler Li, picked two bodyguards, and got into Liz's pink Porsche.
The car drove along the wide asphalt road, and the lush poplar trees flew backwards against the car window. In late spring, the goose-feather-like poplar catkins fluttered and danced in the air.
Ning Che reached out of the car window and caught a flower in the wind.
It floats lightly, moving with the wind, no one knows where it comes from, and even less where it goes.
"Did the wind ever ask you if you wanted to follow it?"
Ning Che spoke to the white space in his palm like a madman.
Yang Xu didn't answer, but another voice in his heart said coldly, "Maybe he doesn't want to."
He carefully clenched his palm and put the white flower into his sweatshirt pocket.
As soon as Lizi got in the car, she took out her makeup bag and hurriedly applied makeup to her face, not paying attention to Ning Che's movements.
The car drove into the downtown area and stopped under a golden three-story building.
Ning Che got out of the car and before he had time to look around, he was dragged in by Lizi.
As soon as I stepped through the door, the light suddenly dimmed.
Unlike the bright sunshine outside, the room was dark and noisy.
Neon lights cut through the darkness in vibrant colors, and fluorescent green lasers shot from the ceiling, sweeping across every moving head. The vibrations of the drums shot up from the floor and into the spine, the brisk rhythm like an amplified heartbeat.
Ning Che, feeling nervous and curious, squeezed through the crowd with Lizi holding his arm.
They walked across the dance floor, brushing past every body dancing intoxicatedly. The smell of alcohol, mixed with sweetness, spiciness, and other indescribable spices, hung in the air.
The overlapping figures, the raised arms and twisting waists became afterimages in the flash of bright colors, and the explosive music gave birth to a secret pleasure in his heart that had not appeared for a long time.
Liz took him up to the VIP area on the second floor. The dark purple velvet sofas were large enough to accommodate six or seven people. As soon as they sat down, the waiter brought two cocktails and bowed, explaining, "The guests in the booths on the left and right are here for this gentleman."
Lizi glanced around and seemed to know each other. She simply greeted him and muttered, "You value love over friendship. You only sent him off and not me."
But she didn't care too much, her attention was immediately drawn to the stage on the first floor.
The music shifted, the drumbeats intensifying. Another round of cheers erupted from the dance floor. The lights on the stage suddenly dimmed, and the voices and the music faded away simultaneously.
The waiter put the champagne into the ice bucket, and the ice cubes collided in the metal wall, making a crisp sound.
A sudden flash of white light hit the center of the stage, and the crowd, musical instruments, uncontrolled screams and distorted electronic music exploded on the eardrums.
Ning Che looked down at the person under the beam of light.
A blond, blue-eyed, muscular man was dancing vigorously under a beam of silver light. His upper body was naked, and his bulging muscles cast changing light and shadows as he moved.
"This guy is the top star here, sexy, right?" Liz pulled him to the edge of the fence and waved down.
More and more dancers gathered on the stage. The blond, blue-eyed star was surrounded by dancers and stepped onto the lifting platform. The circular platform spiraled upward, and he twisted his waist and hips vigorously under the spotlight.
The action is unrestrained and the scale is shocking.
Lizzie covered her mouth with her hands and screamed loudly with excitement.
The lift reached the second floor, and the dancers spared no effort to show off their charm.
"Look here!" Lizzie screamed.
The dancer twisted her body and smiled at Lizi. When her eyes swept over Ning Che, she was stunned for a moment. When she reacted, her movements were no longer able to keep up with the drum beat.
Ning Che's mind was not on the top performer. He looked Li Zi up and down and sneered in his heart.
The little girl likes to play around and even visits brothels.
He turned around and went back to the sofa, picking up a glass of wine. The amber liquid swirled in the glass, but he had no intention of tasting it. He leaned against the back of the sofa, looking calm and composed.
A round of music ended, the music slowed down, and the people gathered on the dance floor dispersed.
The phone vibrated in his pocket and Ning Che answered it.
"Baby, I—"
The receiver suddenly paused, as if trying to discern the source of the commotion. After two seconds, the voice hesitated. "Where are you?"
What a coincidence!
Lizi came up and grabbed Ning Che's arm, yelling amid the noisy music: "The top star is coming towards us, he's gay, and his target must be you!"
Ning Che didn't know why, but his heart skipped a beat...
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