??Chapter 91: 089: Erotic Fireworks, Obey Miss Wen’s Command (Second Update)_2
Chapter 91: 089: Erotic Fireworks, Obey Miss Wen’s Command (Second Update)_2
Jhiang Youyou didn’t respond.
The man teased, “Dressed so hot, why just drink here? Let’s dance together.”
“Not dancing.”
“Feeling down?”
It wasn’t that she was in a bad mood.
She didn’t play with unattractive n.
“Get
the sa as hers.” The man’s enthusiasm didn’t wane, casually crossing his legs, the shiny tips of his shoes accidentally-on-purpose brushed against Jhiang Youyou’s calf, “I’m called Ah Bin, how should I address the beautiful lady?”
Jhiang Youyou felt like kicking soone.
She held back, changed her sitting posture, and kept so distance from the clueless man.
“Everyone’s here to have fun, no fun putting on airs.”
Jhiang Youyou’s cold pair of pretty fox eyes glared, “Can’t you see I don’t want to bother with you?”
Ah Bin snickered, eyes blatantly scanning her from head to toe, focusing on her waist, “If you don’t want to be hit on, why dress like that?”
Jhiang Youyou was very well-dressed.
Truly beautiful, the kind that would definitely make other won turn their heads. Her dress wasn’t short, just a bit above the knee, with long sleeves that revealed her shoulders and collarbones, perfectly matched with a black swan choker necklace, brilliantly black but very sophisticated.
It was just that she had a good figure, and the dress accentuated her curves.
She had been beautiful since childhood, and Jhiang Zhenghao, in hopes of marrying her into a prestigious family, was very strict about her clothing; she could only wear her favorite dresses in private.
She didn’t dress up for these dirty-minded people.
“What about my outfit?”
Ah Bin leaned in, teasing with a lascivious laugh, “Looks like it’s begging to be slept in.”
Jhiang Youyou picked up her drink.
Ah Bin was smacked on the head from behind.
Jhiang Youyou: “…”
It wasn’t her doing; she hadn’t had the chance to hit him.
Ah Bin turned around, eyes blazing, “Motherfucker, who the hell are you?”
The other party was tall with a refined and handso face, holding a wrench with a focused expression, seriously cursing, “You’re sick.”
Ah Bin felt a hand full of blood: “Motherfucker.”
He grabbed a stool nearby.
Gu Yihuan was fiddling with an instrunt.
“Yihuan,” the band’s Wang Yuanqing pointed towards the bar, “Isn’t that your cousin over there?”
Gu Yihuan looked over and saw a man with a prisoner-like haircut holding a stool, ready to smash Guan Sixing.
Although Gu Yihuan and Guan Sixing didn’t get along, having fought since childhood, that was still his real cousin; how could he let others bully him?
“Fucking hell!”
Gu Yihuan picked up a crutch, hopping off the stage, “Convict! Who are you trying to smash?”
The “convict” Ah Bin turned his head.
The crutch t his face with a thud.
Ah Bin staggered back a few steps, rage boiling over. Without steadying himself, he hurled the stool in his hand. It hit Guan Sixing’s left foot without missing a beat.
Didn’t even know to dodge!
Gu Yihuan was furious, not saying another word, he charged forward and pumled Ah Bin. That plaster-covered leg, still not removed, miraculously wrapped around, pinning down Ah Bin’s thigh.
Wang Yuanqing and Jiang Yue rushed to pull them apart, not so much concerned that Gu Yihuan would be hard, but worried that the already loss-making bar would be buried deeper in compensation issues.
After exhausting efforts, Wang Yuanqing and Jiang Yue finally separated the two and restrained one of them.
Gu Yihuan got up, limping over to Guan Sixing, “Sixing, are you alright?”
Guan Sixing’s voice was low, “Call
Shanxi.”
“…”
He saw him limp over to a beautiful girl, “Can you take
to the hospital?”
Gu Yihuan: “…”
Although there was no evidence, Gu Yihuan was very suspicious; he felt that Guan Sixing might have deliberately not moved, waiting to be hit.
Everyone praised Guan Sixing for being smart, a genius, a rising star in the field of physics, and, apart from a sowhat introverted personality and disinclination to chat, he had no faults.
Gu Yihuan didn’t think so; he had always believed Guan Sixing was a bit of a “green tea” character, but no one believed him. Here’s an example: when Guan Sixing used to stay at his house, he never missed a single mishap. Though not a big talker, he was present for actions like puncturing tires, stealing bird eggs, and blowing up the neighbor’s pet duck with fireworks, but he never got punished.
As for Gu Yihuan? Not only did he take his own beatings, but also those ant for the misguiding Guan Sixing.
Isn’t that a “green tea” character?
Jhiang Youyou looked at Guan Sixing’s left foot: “Can you walk?”
He leaned on the bar: “Can’t walk.”
Today, Jhiang Youyou was out alone without a companion. Unable to find soone to lend a hand, she looked around and recognized a familiar face: “Gu Yihuan.”
Gu Yihuan was surprised: “You know ?”
“We’ve t.”
“Who are you?”
He felt she looked familiar.
Ah, Gu Yihuan’s mind couldn’t hold onto many things.
“I’m Jhiang Youyou.”
The dignified and virtuous fifth young lady of the Jhiang family?
Gu Yihuan had seen her a few tis at various events, but they’d never formally t, so his impression of her wasn’t strong. He did hear his rakish friends ntion the fifth young lady of the Jhiang family, described as a lady who enjoyed doing embroidery at ho.
“Can I borrow your crutch?”
Gu Yihuan offered both hands: “Of course, why not.”
His friend Wang Shanxi couldn’t be at odds with physics forever.
Jhiang Youyou and Guan Sixing went to the hospital, while Gu Yihuan cleaned up his own ss.
Xie Shang was also at the bar, sitting far away in a booth, unable to intervene, so he didn’t bother. Gu Yihuan could handle this minor issue himself.
Xiao Dingzhu had just finished singing a song and ca over to Xie Shang’s booth to rest.
Xie Shang had been in a bad mood these past few days. He ordered drinks at the bar but didn’t touch a single drop. In such a noisy environnt, he just sat there doing nothing, his eyes half-closed as if he was there to sleep.
Sotis, mbers of the opposite sex approached to flirt, but he didn’t respond.
Xiao Dingzhu initiated a conversation: “Xie Shang, do you know the girl that Professor Guan just helped?”
“Not familiar.”
“Is she from your circle?”
“Not sure.”
Xie Shang’s mind wasn’t on this, showing a lack of interest in everything.
“It’s one thing for Yihuan to be impulsive, but why is Professor Guan being so reckless today?”
There were Fairy Sticks on the table.
Specifically provided for the booth, for young n and won to play with. These Fairy Sticks were made from unique and exquisite materials that wouldn’t cause a fire. They were said to be developed by a sex toy rchant, the flas non-burning, suitable for use in intimate play.
Xiao Dingzhu lit a Fairy Stick.
Xie Shang slightly lifted his eyelids.
“Xie Shang, if you’re not planning to pursue that girl, don’t light your cigarette with her Fairy Stick.”
“She might get carried away.”
Miss Wen had said this.
Miss Wen’s words were like a spell, tornting him for the past few days.
Xie Shang looked at the burning Fairy Stick; in the past, he wouldn’t have been so direct: “Miss Xiao, you like , don’t you?”
Xiao Dingzhu froze.
Miss Xiao.
How had Xie Shang addressed her before? Xiao Dingzhu couldn’t rember, it seed like Xie Shang never called her by na.
She hadn’t expected Xie Shang to puncture the window paper between them. She struggled for a long ti, but unable to overco her humble inclinations, finally nodded. The surroundings were dim, and she looked at Xie Shang by the light of the Fireworks.
It was hard not to be moved by soone like Xie Shang.
The first ti she saw Xie Shang was at Gu Yihuan’s house, where Xie Shang was brewing tea in a room scented with pleasant incense, and he casually asked, “Care for so tea?”
It was a very casual question.
“Don’t fall for .”
Wen Changling wouldn’t be pleased.
Xie Shang stood up and left the booth.
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