Beauty, please don't enter the entertainment industry, your acting skills are too exaggerated!
He Donglou flashed his eyes, blinked a few times, and then adjusted himself. He turned his eyes to see who the boss was.
Luo Nan was thinking about the problem, but he was "joined up" by He Donglou and Zhang Yingying to make trouble. His train of thought was completely interrupted. He frowned and raised his head. Under the reflection of the faint blue light wave, he happened to meet He Donglou face to face.
"Well, have we met before?" He Donglou was a little impressed, but Ronan had taken off his white coat and put on his glasses. There were too many interference factors, so he didn't recognize him for a while.
Xie Junping introduced with a smile: "It's Nanzi. I was here just now. I met you."
He Donglou met a lot of people tonight, so he remembered so much, but when he glanced at the big man behind Xie Junping, he suddenly remembered this combination. The one who remembered the most deeply was actually Xue Junping.
Lei, a "martial arts master", almost had a conflict with another of his followers.
As for the psychologist played by Ronan, I can only say that I still have some impression: "Oh, I have seen it before. What's wrong? You have changed the role. Do you think being a boss has more prospects?"
Ronan glanced at him but didn't respond.
He Donglou didn't pay attention. He didn't give Ronan any room to speak, so he directly commented: "This trick is quite creative, and most importantly, it's interesting. It's just the way it's dressed, it's not very professional...especially the glasses.
What a failure! Brother, you already have a tender face, and if you wear such a featureless prop, your student look can be seen through the crystal pillar."
Zhang Yingying continued: "Big boss, there's nothing wrong with being casual, just cheering and hugging each other. You see, secretaries, lovers, followers, bodyguards, piles of them..."
He drew a circle with his slender fingers. Behind him was Xue Lei, a tall man who looked like a bodyguard and had a corresponding sense of mission. However, most of the followers sitting on the sofa just rolled their eyes.
Of course He Donglou knew it was a joke, he laughed, and habitually crossed his arms and placed them on the shoulders of the two vases. After all, there were many people here, so when he stretched out, it was a bit tight. The originally straight military uniform was worn by his
Lift up half of it with movement.
"Right Vase" reached out his hand very considerately, trying to smooth it out at first, but then he found that it was not easy to do, so he simply unbuttoned his shirt and showed the shirt underneath. While laughing, he pretended that he could not maintain his balance and rolled directly to the
She put her in his arms and pretended to struggle, but in fact she was being rubbed and teased more.
On the other side, "Left Vase" pouted slightly, and now she was outshone by her companion and competitor.
He Donglou remained calm. In his opinion, "Right Vase"'s way of inviting favors was a bit low, and it was also mixed with jealousy towards the "female student", and his thoughts were impure.
Originally, a gun buddy in a short period of time cannot ask for too much, but there is a first-class prey in front of him. If he accepts this, doesn't it seem that his level is too low?
Therefore, He Donglou ignored the tender flesh rolling between his waist and abdomen. He turned his eyes and ignored all the men. He only looked at the women. He soon discovered that the 'secretary' on the other side of Ronan looked pretty good too.
.
The light in the corner of the sofa was dim, and there was a "left vase" across the corner. The angle was not good. He Donglou could not see clearly for a moment. He only knew that this person was dressed in white-collar clothing and was sitting on the sofa. His thin suit trousers vaguely outlined the lines of his legs, and he was slender and strong.
, it feels very right.
There is also the quiet "lover" on the edge of the sofa. Without the obstruction, he can see more clearly. Although he has a low eyebrow and is completely temperless, he also has a different taste... Well, he looks a bit familiar.
Tsk tsk, the secretary, lover and sponsor were all top-notch people, and He Donglou couldn't help but feel jealous.
He had always been an emotional person, but suddenly he didn't want to pay attention to Ronan. Instead, he took advantage of the gap left by the "right vase" to chat and laugh with the "lover" on the edge of the sofa: "Beauty, I think we have met before.
.”
Tian Si glanced over, nodded slightly, and said nothing. This was a more polite rejection.
However, He Donglou could not be dismissed so easily. Once he said something, he had a back-up plan. He pressed the "right vase" with one hand to prevent this stupid woman from getting up to block his sight, and continued to chat: "Let me think about it, yes
Yes, you and Tang Yi came together, right? Hmm, that’s impressive."
Tian Si was startled and his face changed slightly.
He Donglou had achieved his goal, and even moved closer to Tian Si, deliberately lowering his voice: "When I saw you just now, you happened to be separated from Tang Yi... What a pity, we didn't even have time to get to know each other, how dare you
Ask for your name?"
His extremely oppressive movements forced Tian Si to shrink back, but the beauty's reaction next made He Donglou depressed.
Tian Si looked over his shoulder to Ronan. Obviously, her instinct was to care more about Ronan's opinion.
Is this...really just role-playing?
Well, also, isn’t it too quiet here on the circular sofa?
As soon as the idea came up, another conversation started with Ronan: "Is there any way to get a large loan?"
Zhang Yingying responded: "How much do you want to borrow?"
"60 million."
"Wow, look at you, you look so determined to win."
"It is indeed inevitable."
Ronan still rested his elbows on his knees, clasped his hands together and placed them in front of his mouth for some support. His head was facing the central crystal column, staring at the abnormal manta ray that was still circling and swimming inside.
He Donglou: "..."
Why does he mean something like transparent air?
Not a single word in the brief conversation related to him. Even though he entered forcefully with two vases, brought up the topic of role-playing, and even teased the "lover"... At present, no one in the circle on the sofa corner has made a serious response.
, or even ignore it directly.
Please, wherever he goes, as Young Master He, he is always the center of attention and the center of the stage, no matter where he is, he has never been treated like this... Is it intentional?
He Donglou's eyes turned cold, and he looked at the more familiar Xie Junping and Hu Huaying, but found that the body language of these two people seemed to be quite embarrassed, which was very different from the cold and quiet feeling of the others.
"wrong!"
He had always felt that Ronan was a friend or follower of Xie Junping and Hu Huaying. Naturally, the Sofa Corner group was also of the same type, and they should of course be a collection of rich second-generation people.
But now it seems that this idea is not reliable.
He was familiar with the descendants of several prominent military and political figures in Xiacheng, but was slightly unfamiliar with them in the business world, and they always had some concepts. Yao Feng also introduced to him: Behind Xie Junping and Hu Huaying are the most representative regional consortiums in Xiacheng.
After decades of operation, the industry is spread across every corner of the city. It cannot be summarized by superficial businesses such as pharmaceutical groups and ranches.
Xie and Hu, especially Xie Junping, should be core figures in any second-generation business circle, but now, no matter where they are seated, or their tone and demeanor, they are all eccentric and in no way coordinated.
Also, that young and bright "female student" talked about bosses, followers, lovers, bodyguards, etc. Although they were mostly joking and joking casually, there were a group of people waiting on the circular sofa, whether they liked it or not, no one even cheered or refuted.
There is a vague sense of closeness, even a superior-subordinate relationship.
This is a model that a loose second-generation circle can never achieve.
It's true that He Donglou is a big playboy, but he has been in a military and political family for a long time, and he has never been short of brains. Once he discovers a problem, his eyes will scan everyone's face again.
The objects of observation this time were not limited to beauties. He finally discovered that, apart from the ones he paid attention to earlier, the remaining ones were all older and had no student spirit, so they should not belong to the category of participating in the party.
He observes others, and others are also looking at him, with subtle emotions in his eyes.
Hmm, what does the oldest one mean by staring at me? He looks familiar... Lao Zhou?
Damn!
He Donglou's scalp suddenly irritated, his eyes wandered, and he instinctively avoided the eyes full of meaning. Then, his wandering eyes finally caught a glimpse of his bodyguard "Old Driver" who had not sat down at all. He was not squinting, and was standing still.
He is straight and upright, probably even more serious and upright than he was in the army back then.
At this moment, Yao Feng called and was contacted by Xie Junping, who immediately asked: "Have you seen Mr. He?"
"We happened to be together... It's Yao Si'er." Xie Junping gestured to He Donglou, but when the latter showed no response, he informed him of the location, "It's right here at the corner of the sofa in the bar."
"No!" He Donglou suddenly said, and Huo Di stood up, startling Xie Junping. He replied with a smile, "There is no need for him to come, I just have something to do with him. See you later."
Xie Junping looked over in astonishment, and Hu Huaying next to him had a similar expression. As for the two vases beside He Donglou, he was even more confused. He stood up helplessly, not knowing what happened.
It's good to stand up, especially the left vase, the posture is perfect, and it helps him block the view over there.
He Donglou only regarded himself as an example of "hiding one's ears and stealing the bell" in the new era, and without further words, he walked out of the circular sofa. Tian Si subconsciously turned sideways to make way, but at this moment, a strong and tall figure arrived, Liang
He raised his voice and laughed:
"Ouch, there are so many people, are there any seats left?"
This is when Baoyan arrived. He continued to laugh, and He Yueyin said coldly: "Stand."
"ah?"
For a moment, Baoyan saw a disheveled young man in a military uniform in the corridor of the sofa. He was about to jump out, and he immediately realized. He was always an action person, and he stretched out his big hands like cattail leaf fans.
, hold down the young man’s head and face, and push him back directly.
Bao Yan's thick and long fingers pinched the seeds on He Donglou's head, just like pinching a ball. He blocked his mouth and nose with his palms, making He Donglou's eyes turn white from the boredom.
Since his birth, has he ever been treated like this? Even if it was just for a moment, it would be enough for him to remember for a lifetime.
Especially Xie Junping and Hu Huaying's jaw-dropping looks fully demonstrated the performance effect of this absurd drama - he was finally placed in the center of the stage, but he was playing a clown!
Terrible emotions rushed to his forehead, and He Donglou's face turned red. As soon as Baoyan removed his palm, he jumped to his feet and shouted: "He Yueyin, have you ever treated your brother like this?"
There was sudden silence at the corner of the sofa.
In fact, many people need to adjust the way they stabilize their facial muscles.
But soon, Zhang Yingying announced the failure of the adjustment with a loud whistle and loud laughter: "Wow, Secretary He, your brother and sister's styles complement each other very well!"
"Pfft...cough cough cough!" The paper-cutting was also successful. He even laughed and coughed, and raised his hand to apologize to He Yueyin.
He Yueyin didn't care, while He Donglou didn't care about the target of beauty hunting. He glared at Zhang Yingying and even the group of onlookers who were watching the fun, and he had countless vicious thoughts in his heart.
But soon, He Yueyin's new order was issued: "Take it off."
There was no beginning or end to this, but He Donglou understood instantly, his face turned even redder, and he shouted: "Sister, please save some face for me, this is not a real military uniform, it's a Cosplay! It's a prop!"
He Yueyin did not speak, but looked up from the thick shadows, with a cold gaze. "Zuo Huaping" was stunned by this scene, her legs and feet were soft, and she fell back on the sofa. There was no barrier between the siblings, everything was clear.
distinct.
He Donglou was afraid of this, not to mention that as a member of a military family, what he did was really taboo. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and take off his military uniform, stuff it into the arms of the "right vase", and wave his hands irritably, just like chasing chickens and ducks.
, let the two vases go away:
"Let's go, let's go, it's easy!"
The two vases walked away in confusion. He Donglou was only wearing a white shirt. Even though the temperature in the building was well adjusted, he still shivered due to psychological effects. He looked helplessly at He Yueyin.
Opening hand:
"Is this okay?"
He Yueyin ignored him, turned her face slightly, and asked Ronan softly: "Mr. Luo, are we going to the hospital now?"
Ronan knew that it was no longer appropriate to be here, so he nodded and stood up. When he moved, everyone followed suit, and the association members all stood up. People like Xie Junping and Tian Si who had no idea stood up unconsciously.
A group of people walked out in a hurry,
"Hey, what are you doing!"
He Donglou suddenly became a transparent person again, and no one paid any attention to her. He was really sad and angry. He couldn't help but reach out and grab his sister, but he didn't have the strength in his hands, how could he catch her?
He forced himself to follow with a shy face, but He Yueyin's cold eyes flashed across his face. He immediately raised his hands and stood still, watching the group of people go away.
"Hey, Mr. He, what are you..." Yao Feng rushed over from behind and saw He Donglou wearing a shirt, raising his hands as if he had just been robbed. The dark group of people in front had already disappeared into the crowd.
, can’t see clearly anymore.
Yao Feng felt confused and said hello again: "Master He?"
"Can you see me?"
"ah?"
"hehe!"
He Donglou ignored Yao Feng again, just put down his hands and sat back on the sofa.
Since He Yueyin is here, he has already guessed the origin of the group. Everyone in the family knows where He Yueyin's work focus is during this period.
"A group of arrogant soldiers and outlaws." He Donglou was still gritting his teeth, but in an instant he was confused again, "Secretary? What are you doing?"
He Donglou tried to recall Ronan's face, but due to the influence of glasses and dim light, he always couldn't remember clearly. He turned around in his mind several times, and the impression became even more blurred.
He leaned back and almost gave up. But inexplicably, a particularly clear picture came up in his mind: a dark realm, with faint waves of light, Ronan and He Yueyin sitting side by side, one stooped, the other upright...
…And that distance, isn’t it too close?
(I want to restore 4,000 words, but there are still problems with the rhythm and the update is confusing. Please forgive me)