When Zhou Zhou saw so many handsome guys wearing traditional Chinese Tang suits, he excitedly covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes darting left and right, overwhelmed.
"Ah... so handsome, so handsome..." Her voice trembled in several tones.
Chen Zui came back after the call and saw how happy she was. He slapped her on the back of the head and laughed unruly, "Little slut, can you be as handsome as your brother Zui?"
Zhou Zhou made a vomiting gesture, "Ugh...you're so narcissistic."
"How can this be narcissism? My handsomeness is universally acknowledged, okay?" Chen Zui looked at Tang Xili, who was sitting across from him, unconvinced. "Little Ali, do you think I'm handsome?"
Tangxi Pear, who was picking up a piece of lychee jelly, didn't even raise her head when she heard Chen Zui's words. She absentmindedly replied "handsome" and concentrated on eating.
Chen Zui was quite dissatisfied, like a grumbling woman, "You didn't even look at it."
Zhou Zhou made a smug face at him. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his handsome third brother, who was gazing lovingly at Ah Li. With a quick glance, he casually asked, "Ah Li, is the third brother handsome?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Yong Zhixu looked away as if he had been caught in bed with someone else.
He picked up the lychee wine on the table and took two sips of it in a disguised manner.
Then he scolded Zhou Zhou lightly without any deterrent effect: "Stop it."
The man seemed calm and composed, but the chaos at that moment did not escape Zhou Zhou's eyes.
She usually doesn’t dare to bother her third brother, but it’s different now. She has Ah Li, the brave one.
A sly smile filled her eyes. She walked around the table and sat down next to Tang Xili. She tilted her head and asked, "Ali, is Third Brother handsome?"
Tang Xili, chewing her food, casually responded, "Handsome."
Zhou Zhou's eyes were always on Yong Zhixu. He noticed that his brows were obviously relaxed after hearing A Li's answer, and he couldn't help but have bad thoughts again.
She moved closer to Tang Xili and asked with a smile, "Who's more handsome, Chen Zui or Third Brother?"
If the previous question only embarrassed Yong Zhixu, then this question would directly lead to his social death.
The slender fingers holding the short glass suddenly curled up, trying to stop the topic.
But, somehow, he was obsessed with getting an answer, an answer he wanted to hear.
The two thoughts tore at each other in his heart like ice and fire, making him tense and uneasy.
He never knew that liking someone could be such a heart-wrenching thing.
I'm afraid that she will be perfunctory, but I'm also afraid that she won't be perfunctory
Seeing how playful Zhou Zhou was, Chen Zui leisurely leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and asked anxiously, "Yeah, who's more handsome, me or Third Brother? Tell me!"
At this time, the third dish, lychee stuffed shrimp balls, floated down the river to Tangxi Pear.
She wanted to take one to try, but the presence of the three gazes was too strong, so she could only perfunctorily reply, "They are all handsome."
Zhou Zhou was not satisfied with this answer. He hugged her arm and said coquettishly, "Who is more handsome? Just tell me."
Seeing that the dishes were all gone but she hadn't tasted them, Tang Xili became a little impatient. It seemed that if she didn't explain it today, she wouldn't be able to enjoy her meal.
Helplessly, she tilted her head, looked at Chen Zui, and read Fan Yongzhi's preface carefully.
In terms of appearance alone, the two are equally matched. Both have a good-looking appearance, and are indeed the chosen ones of heaven.
But in terms of charm and style, it is obvious that Yong Zhixu is better.
With just a glance, one can see the heritage and bearing that is engraved in their bones, the accumulation of a noble family and a prominent family name.
This kind of calmness and clarity cannot be developed overnight and cannot be acquired with money or material things.
It is the pattern and the educational concepts instilled from childhood, through careful cultivation, accumulation of rich experience, and continuous broadening of horizons, that can lead to the formation of demeanor.
It is not only expensive, but also has the capacity to accommodate everything.
Just like the ancient aristocratic families cultivated their leaders, they did not covet the enjoyment brought by material things, but instead focused more on how to conduct themselves in society and manage their family and business, so that they could lead such a large family to glory.
This type of people are good at socializing and are good at dealing with people, but their true nature has probably been well hidden in their smoothness.
Tang Xili looked away and answered objectively, impartially, and without emotion: "Mr. Yong is better."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Zhou's expression immediately became subtle.
He looked at Yong Zhixu in an ambiguous and flattering manner, as if to say: Are you satisfied with this answer?
The man's curled pink fingertips loosened, and his eyes instantly lit up. It was more than just satisfaction. At this moment, the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than AK.
However, with his excellent qualities, the man managed to suppress it.
He raised his glass calmly, tipped it towards Tang Xili, and smiled calmly, "Miss Tang Xi, you are too kind."
"I'm just telling the truth." Tang Xili picked up the drink, touched it lightly, and took a quick sip.
Then he picked up the chopsticks and picked up the lychee stuffed shrimp balls that were flowing back with the water.
He didn't care at all whether his answer would make Chen Zui unhappy.
Anyone who can ask should be someone who can afford it.
Of course, she doesn't care if she can't afford it. She never depends on others.
Her guess was correct, Chen Zui wouldn't care, but he was a dramatic person.
First it was "slightly better", and then it was "tell the truth".
After being stabbed twice in succession, Chen Zui pounded his chest and complained in pain, "Little Ali, you didn't even praise me. I'm so sad."
Then Ge You lay down on the chair, looked at the ceiling, and sighed: "Oh... disheartening. The real disheartening thing is not the loud quarrels, the real disappointment is not the tears, but the short words and cold eyes..."
After mumbling, he picked up the lychee wine, took a sip, and then his eyes lit up, "Zhou'er, this is good, try it."
Zhou Zhou picked up the wine and took a sip. Then he snorted, his eyes shining. "This wine is delicious, sweet."
The more she drank, the more she liked it. In a blink of an eye, she finished a glass and shouted to the waiter, "Brother, another one."
The waiter quickly brought her another glass.
Seeing that she liked it so much, but Tangxi Li hadn't drunk it yet, Yong Zhixu put down his chopsticks and asked, "Miss Tangxi, this lychee wine is delicious, don't you want to try it?"
Tang Xili was eating her fifth dish when she heard the man at the main table talking to her again. She raised her eyelashes and looked at him, replying calmly, "I don't drink."
She gets drunk as soon as she drinks, even if it's fruit wine, she will lose consciousness.
Not only will you do some strange things after a blackout, but you will also lose your defense.
For someone like her who lives on the edge of a knife, getting drunk is like putting her life on the chopping block.
So, she never drinks.
Don't drink alcohol... Yong Zhixu silently noted it and asked her carefully, "So, Miss Tangxi, do you like juice or tea? Or milk tea?"
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