The others also looked at Mr. Hong with confusion.

He saw Mr. Hong smiled handsomely and said:

"If you want to take down a woman, just give her a man with a handsome appearance and an interesting soul. For example, I am like this!"

What Mr. Hong said is true.

He is handsome, humorous and has a family background.

But I really don't understand what he meant.

Master Hong also saw my doubts. He raised his eyebrows and said:

"Aren't Kan Ye afraid of being caught by Zhang Fan? Then let's set up a game for Zhang Fan first and let her become our own person!"

"What bureau?"

"Sexual seduction, a handsome man trick!"

As Mr. Hong finished speaking.

Xiaoshi and Xiaoduo looked at each other.

Lao Hei and Qunqi were ashamed.

Only the mute, gave a thumbs up, and said stutteringly:

"m,m, no, no problem!"

"Aren't you worried that Lin Qiaoqiao will know?"

Zhong Rui still asked Mr. Hong with an indifferent look on his face.

Mr. Hong raised his head halfway, looking righteous and said:

"Of course I'm worried. But in order to make our team win this mahjong competition, I can only contribute myself and help everyone!"

"I want to vomit a little?"

Xiaoduo pouted her little mouth and made a disgusting expression.

"Me too!"

Xiaoshi said.

As soon as the words were finished, everyone immediately scattered.

The only one who stood there stupidly.

Mr. Hong immediately stepped forward, pulled my arm and said:

"Xiao Liu Master, if they don't cooperate with me, you have to cooperate with me!"

"I?"

I looked at Mr. Hong with an awkward look on my face.

To be honest, I really don’t want to go with Mr. Hong to harm the world.

The most important thing is that I always feel it.

Mr. Hong’s method of picking up girls may not be able to take down the cheongsam girl Zhang Fan.

In the words of Mr. Hong, his identity is now the son of the legendary legend of the Thousand Gate Melo.

Not bringing a follower to his house will damage his image.

So, my identity is still his follower.

…………

Most of the contestants and staff who came from other places this time stayed at Zheng Ruhuan’s Huahai Hotel.

This hotel is good, super five stars.

In addition to various luxurious supporting facilities, the most attractive thing is the casino on the roof.

When Mr. Hong and I arrived in Huahai, it was around 3:00 p.m.

As soon as I entered the lobby, I saw Mr. Hong looking around and his eyes were frozen in a corner of the lobby.

There was a woman sitting there, which was Zhang Fan, a cheongsam woman.

In front of her was a cup of coffee and a few desserts, and a magazine was in her hand.

Compared with the elegant cheongsam yesterday.

Today, Zhang Fan’s clothes are even more fresh and lovely.

A water-blue silk skirt reflects a rippling luster of water.

This also made her skin look whiter and flawless.

Long black hair was casually draped over your shoulders.

On the smooth legs are a pair of tempting black stockings.

Paired with a pair of high-heeled crystal sandals, the whole person looks more graceful.

Looking at Zhang Fan, Master Hong whispered to me:

"This woman really tastes more and more like this. Alas, it's a pity that I already have Qiaoqiao!"

Mr. Hong's words made me feel ashamed.

If you have Qiaoqiao, what are you doing now?

We walked to Zhang Fan, and Mr. Hong looked gentlemanly and said directly:

"Miss Zhang, can I sit here?"

Zhang Fan then looked up, glanced at Mr. Hong, and said politely:

"Please give me your wish!"

Mr. Hong sat down openly.

This was originally a small round table for afternoon tea, with only two chairs.

Now, they sit opposite each other.

And I could only stand beside Mr. Hong stupidly.

This is nothing, Master Hong turned his head and looked at me and said:

"Xiao Liuzi, call me a glass of ice American!"

Little Liuzi?

I was speechless.

Zhang Fan on the opposite side looked at me curiously and asked Mr. Hong:

"I remember yesterday, you seemed to call him Xiaoliu Master?"

Mr. Hong's face did not change color and immediately denied it.

"That must be because you heard it wrong. He is my assistant and driver. How could I call him Xiaoliu Master?"

While speaking, the waiter had already delivered the ice American style.

Mr. Hong held the coffee but did not drink it.

But suddenly said to Zhang Fan:

"Miss Zhang, can you smile at me?"

Zhang Fan was stunned and didn't understand what Mr. Hong meant.

"Why?"

Mr. Hong looked at Zhang Fan affectionately, deliberately using the subwoofer-like sound, and said slowly:

"Because there is no sugar in my ice American style!"

One sentence made Zhang Fan smile elegantly.

It must be admitted that Hong Ye does have a trick to tease girls.

What kind of girl, what way does he use?

There are pornographic jokes that go straight to the topic, and there are elegant and cold humor.

"Miss Zhang, do you know why I like ice American style?"

Zhang Fan shook his head again.

"Because the ice-American coffee language is. Love, there is no good or bad, only preference. Just like from the moment I met Miss Zhang, I had a kind of preference..."

Mr. Hong's words made Zhang Fan laugh again.

However, she changed her mind and asked:

"After saying so much, I don't know your name yet!"
To be continued...