You're in love, even a family can't stop you two from being so mean. You're saying nothing happened? You're kidding!
Even if it didn't reach the final step, what did those dozens of meetings do?
Did you hug me and hug me as soon as you met? Did you kiss me? Did you touch me? Did you put your hands inside your clothes?
No, it's the hem of the skirt, right?
Buy so many dresses, so you can grab a handful and touch them, right? Put on those big red lips, pout and wait for a kiss, right?
Oh shit!
Wang Jianan was furious. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to go home and chop Chu Yiqing into pieces.
He even had an even crazier impulse. He wanted to go out for a stroll with a green hat on, and then stand downstairs of Chu Yiqing’s main building and shout that his wife had cheated on him!
It seemed satisfying just thinking about it, as if after doing this, he would know and be content with what to do.
But when he stood up, he looked around and saw that everyone was looking at him.
Haha. Then there will be many people looking at him and his Tongtong like they are now.
The owner of the braised pork shop waved away the waiter's attempt to ask for money.
He stood at the door of the store and looked at the young man who had always been gentle and elegant in his eyes.
This young man, who usually smiles, now walks in a depressed manner.
…
Wang Jianan pushed open the door of the private room. Before anyone could see clearly, he was dazzled by the turning lights and shaken by the deafening dance music.
Li Dajun hurried forward, cigarette in hand: "Brother Wang, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Wang Jianan followed Li Dajun towards the sofa. He glanced at two couples dancing and whispering to each other, and said, "This place is quite secret. I've been looking for it for a long time, and it looks good."
Li Dajun pushed up his silver-rimmed glasses, opened a bottle of foreign wine, and replied, "Brother Wang, this is just the beginning."
As soon as he finished speaking, the wine bottle was raised, Li Dajun clapped his hands twice, and the music died down first.
After a few more claps, the door of the private room opened. Wang Jianan didn't know where the person came from. He wondered why he didn't see him when he walked in the corridor just now.
The four young ladies stood in a row, swaying gracefully, only half a meter away from Wang Jianan.
Li Dajun raised his eyebrows and introduced: "How about it? Brother Wang, a dancer and a big fan of the arts. Which one do you think is better?"
Wang Jianan nodded: "The best thing is to be in the depths of a hundred flowers, unknown to the world. All of them are good."
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