Chapter 2 Let me hear you mention another man again, I will kill you
Liang Yueying came out of the theater with a pair of red apricot eyes, resembling a rabbit.
In her mind, the image of Shen Xingchu twisting her waist and swaying in front of Zhang Xicheng lingered for a long time.
Turns out the woman he likes has always been that kind of woman?
Liang Yueying arrived at a restaurant in a daze. She looked up and was stopped by two foreign waiters: "Madam, do you have an invitation?"
Without waiting for her answer, the adjutant's flattering smile came from behind: "Commander, toys and pets don't go together. If the old lady insists on giving you a woman with bound feet, there is nothing wrong with it. How many more concubines can you please?
She doesn't even know how to behave."
"Heh." He snorted lightly.
Then came the man's deep and hoarse voice, Ruo Gutan Wubo: "Three-inch golden lotus? I'm afraid she's not just covering her feet."
She turned around in surprise, wondering who was full of male thieves and female prostitutes, and then bumped into a broad and hot chest, wrapped in a dark green military uniform, wrapped in a tall body in her twenties.
There was a faint smell of gunpowder smoke on his body, and the powerful aura coming out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood made her beautiful eyes tremble.
Instinctively, I took a half step back, but when I saw the man handing over a military invitation letter, he said coldly: "We are together."
When the messenger saw this thing, he changed his probing tone, nodded and bowed and said: "I don't know if it's a handsome female companion. I'm neglecting you. Please come inside."
Liang Yueying raised her eyes and saw a strange man. Ruoyi used to not like to be in the limelight, so in troubled times, she would avoid it if she could. But now she felt a bit like a broken man, so she raised her legs and walked in with him.
No matter if he is the Big Bad Wolf or King Yama, can he still eat her?
She found an inconspicuous corner. The dancers on the stage were all slender and charming.
Liang Yueying's heart sank again and again.
She can't do it.
In order to please a man, she made herself look like such a wild girl, so all her years of upbringing were just a waste of time.
He grabbed the foreign wine in front of him and took a swig. He felt the strong wine burning his throat, running along the tip of his tongue, and burning all the way to his stomach.
After a glass of wine, his face turned red. Even if he didn't put any makeup on, he could not hide his handsome and beautiful face. His eyes were slightly confused and stained with tears. He was naive and pitiful.
It quickly attracted the attention of the men at the venue.
The eldest son from the leather shop walked over, and in a very gentlemanly manner, he stretched out his hand, bent down, and said, "Beautiful young lady, can I invite you to dance with me?"
Liang Yueying was so drunk that she looked at the man in front of her with drunken eyes. She didn't know if it was because of longing, but she seemed to see Zhang Xicheng's figure.
She shook her little head vigorously to push Chen Shimei's face out of her mind. When she saw the man in front of her had a double image, she slurred: "No, you are not him."
The man persisted, refusing to let go of the prey that had strayed in by mistake. Just as Liang Yueying was thinking about how to refuse, a strong arm beside her took her up.
He said to the rich man: "Get out! I don't like my people dancing with other men."
The eldest son of the leather shop saw the military uniform of the man in front of him clearly, and he was sober in an instant. He slapped himself in the face and said with a smile on his face.
offend."
Song Shishan, the man known as the handsome man, picked up Liang Yueying and swirled onto the dance floor without giving the young man another look.
Liang Yueying felt that her head was dizzy and she was so drunk that she almost pressed her entire body against his body.
The place where she was pressed seemed to be on fire, and it spread and entangled his heart: "Little one, are you like this with other men?"
Just the thought of her leaning against a man so delicately and delicately, and that man's big fat hands possibly wandering around her graceful waist, made him want to chop off those hands.
Liang Yueying didn't know that this foreigner was very drunk, so she recognized the wrong person in a daze:
"Are you with me because I am rich? But I am still rich now, why did you suddenly change your mind? I am not stupid, and I am also touched by your respect. Do you know that when you see you together,
My heart is almost broken."
"It was my fault in the past. I shouldn't have made unreasonable noises. When the weather was freezing, I would snatch your plush scarf. In the dog days of summer, I would ask you to buy me Dutch soda. Can I pamper you instead in the future?"
As Liang Yueying spoke, there was a surge of warmth in her eyes. She stood up on her tiptoes, hugged Song Shishan's waist, and wanted to kiss him, like a child begging for candy: