Chapter 70: Your family also takes back the betrothal gift?
When Yu Chengbai woke up, he felt a splitting headache and several parts of his body felt as if they had been crushed by wheels.
My mouth is dry and there is a slight bitterness at the root of my tongue, just like the feeling of being drunk.
But I only had one drink before going to bed, which was not enough to make me drunk.
He bent his knuckles and pressed hard against his eyebrows, rubbing them several times. After forcing himself to wake up, he reluctantly opened his eyes.
The bedroom curtains were still drawn, there was no light, it was pitch black, and I couldn't tell what time it was.
"Weiwei..." I subconsciously touched my side, but it was empty, no one was there.
Yu Chengbai woke up in an instant, sat up, and turned to look at the empty half of the bed.
Evie wasn't in bed.
“…”
Today is the weekend and Beibei doesn't have to go to class, so Aya got up early to accompany her and Lan Ze to paint oil paintings in the garden.
The invited great painter held a palette, stood on the grass in the breeze, and nodded frequently at his paintings.
He turned around and wanted to see how the two students were drawing.
I first looked at six-year-old Miss Beibei.
Well, not bad. He is less than ten years old, but he has an outstanding control over colors, and his color matching ability is a rare talent.
Nodding with satisfaction, the painter went to look at the 19-year-old Master Lan Ze again.
On the expensive drawing board carved with gold and jade, there was a piece of gouache paper, on which was a rough draft of a human figure in the style of abstract painting drawn with charcoal.
Relying on his many years of artistic accomplishment and teaching experience, the painter concluded that this was a child without any artistic talent.
Other people's paintings are cutely abstract, but his paintings are ridiculously abstract.
"Teacher, how is my drawing?"
The painter said nothing. He looked at the boy's cold and handsome face, then looked at the horrific painting, and withdrew his gaze as if he wanted to say something.
Well, even more ridiculous.
Aya brought Beibei over, and when they saw the painting, they both sprained their ankles to varying degrees.
Aya was shocked: "This painting is..."
Beibei looked at the painter and asked in surprise, "Is that the one I drew, my brother?"
Lan Ze nodded and continued to humbly ask the painter for advice: "Teacher, what do you think of my painting?"
"Haha, that's good, that's good."
This painter, who was once famous among the nobles for his eccentric temper, was now carefully taking out a handkerchief and awkwardly wiping the non-existent sweat from his forehead.
This is to cover up the guilty feeling of telling a lie for the first time.
Let Mr. Yu find a few more teachers. If a group of people tell lies, the probability of being struck by lightning will be lower.
"Sister Aya!"
The servant's voice came from behind.
Aya turned around and saw her standing on the second-floor terrace of the villa, one hand in front of her mouth, shouting, "The husband is awake and looking for his wife! Do you know where his wife is?"
"Is the gentleman awake?" Aya laughed immediately and turned to Lan Ze beside her and said, "Quick, call the madam and tell her that the gentleman is awake and ask her to come back soon."
Lan Ze took out his cell phone, hesitated for a moment, and did not choose to call, but sent a message to Ning Yan.
Buzz buzz buzz.
The phone on the table vibrated. Ning Yan tilted his head to take a look, his eyelids drooping, and the cigarette butt was stubbed out in the ashtray.
He retracted his long legs from the table, reached out, and took the phone.
When the people next to him saw him looking at his phone, they quickly turned down the music in the box.
The woman who was originally leaning against him stopped flirting with him. She touched his handsome face one last time and then wisely walked to the other side to put on her lipstick.
There was only one sentence on the phone.
[Yu Chengbai has woken up and is looking for you. Brother Ning, when will you come back?]
Ning Yan threw his phone away and decided not to go back in this life.
Yu Chengbai is looking for him now, definitely wanting to fight him to the death with a gun.
After all, he had forcibly "tarnished" his innocence last night. According to Yu Chengbai's moral standards, he would definitely shoot himself first and then commit suicide.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated again.
I picked it up and saw it was still Lan Ze's message: [Did you have a fight? I felt that Yu Chengbai looked very bad.]
Ning Yan sneered. It was almost there. How could he not look bad after being forced to do it by me for almost the entire night?
I guess when I wake up and see kiss marks all over my body, I will be so angry that I will want to search the whole continent of M for myself and tear myself into pieces.
Hate it.
Ning Yan thought lazily, there are so many people who hate him anyway, one more person won’t make any difference.
"Master Ning, do you want to continue calling for help?"
The manager of Liujincheng came over and asked him in a low voice.
Ning Yan didn't say anything. He supported his head with one hand and quietly watched the men and women on the stage opposite him in the ambiguous and confusing light and shadow.
The other boxes were empty, and the stands were empty too. That group of extremely coquettish men and women seemed to be performing a one-man show for their own amusement, pleasing themselves but failing to please the only person they wanted to please.
The bustle on the stage and the silence all around formed a sharp contrast that was both weird and terrifying.
Ning Yan suddenly asked, "Have Yu Li and the others come here again in the past few years?"
The manager shook his head: "No."
Gilded City is the largest gambling city in the entire M Continent, and it also operates various entertainment businesses. Ning Yan once brought Yu Lilinfang and Shi Ming here to watch a performance. They were worthy of being the people he had chosen, and none of them vomited.
Some were cracking melon seeds, some were frowning, and one was sneering the whole time.
Ning Yan thought they were great, they were the same kind of people as him, and they didn't get hard after watching it.
Now Ning Yan wanted to call the three young masters over and ask them to watch it with him again to see if they were also unable to get an erection like him.
"Mr. Ning?" The manager carefully examined his expression and asked cautiously, "Do you want to call some more people over?"
"No, it's my own problem. Let them go off work."
It seems that he is indeed useless.
This kind of scene can't happen.
The manager immediately went down to remove the performance on the stage, but did not take the people in the box away, leaving them to Ning Yan.
The lights in the box were dim, and the shadows were ambiguous. Several boys lowered their heads and didn't dare to move at all.
If you look closely, you can see it trembling.
Ning Yan lowered his eyes and looked at them. Suddenly, he leaned over and covered the least-dressed boy in the middle with his coat. He said gently, "Don't catch a cold."
The boy shuddered as if he had been electrocuted, then said thank you.
“…”
Oh, it’s not cold, it’s scary.
Am I terrible?
Ning Yan turned his head to the other side and saw the woman facing the mirror, applying lipstick with her little finger.
Seeing Ning Yan looking at her, she smiled at him and said charmingly, "Master Ning, do you want to come with me tonight?"
Ning Yan had no desire at all, his eyes were full of admiration, and he couldn't help but say: "Aina, you are beautiful."
Aina smiled: "Thank you."
"But unfortunately, you've fallen for a useless man."
"What's the big deal?" The woman glanced between his legs and said with a smile, "It's not like I haven't played with a man's back before."
“…”
"I'm very experienced, would you like to try it?"
Ning Yan stood up and said, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Aina looked up at him with an innocent look on her face: "You came all this way here just to prove that you are a useless man?"
“…”
The boy on the ground looked at her in shock, then looked at Ning Yan, shaking even more violently.
Ning Yan sighed softly and said slowly: "I should have let you freeze to death in the Northern Continent back then."
Not only was Ina not afraid or angry, but she laughed even more happily.
Seeing that he was really about to leave, Aina immediately chased after him and stopped him at the door, curiously saying, "Are you going back to 735? Take me back with you. I want to see what the Gold Medal Killer Training Camp is like."
"The 735 has changed hands, why would I go back?"
"You're the boss. Hassan is the one who's going to be the loser. Besides, this isn't the first time. Why don't you go back?"
"I don't want to go back."
"I heard from Moros that Hassan secretly sold the 735 to Yu Chengbai. Why don't you bother Hassan? He's just a figurehead, and you're the boss behind it. What gives him the right to sell it?"
Ning Yan lowered his head and looked at the person blocking his way without saying a word.
He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned to the side, looking like, "Let me see what you're going to do."
Aina encouraged him: "I heard that Yu Chengbai is a very good person. If you explain it to him clearly, he will definitely return 735 to you."
"I don't want him to pay it back."
"Why?"
"Your family also takes back the betrothal gifts?"
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PS:
Old readers who have read the first book know that don’t guess the plot, because you will never guess it right.
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