QST(H) I: The Delicate Flowers are Hard to Grow [快穿之娇花难养]

Republic of China Female Prostitute x Chaebol's Second Young Master (2)

The performance on stage has already begun, but Wu Weilun's attention is all in Liu Zi's. She is incompatible with this chaotic nightlife, but she blends in an unusually harmonious way.

Shaking the transparent glass gently, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "The first time I met someone like this, it is a novelty."

Obviously he was the guest, but he said more than her.

Liu Zi glanced at him with a faint smile, "If you don't like it, you can switch to a sister with a different style to accompany you."

She has a sincere expression and is calm and gentle.

But Wu Weilun smiled softly: "No, I want you."

It's boring to let her go like this.

Especially Liu Zi, a man who would be curious about her amorous feelings when she changed her face.

Is this indifference pretended, or is it cold from the inside out?

Some women are good at disguising, Wu Weilun has seen many. When encountering such a woman, when he is interested, he naturally feels in the mood to explore the heart under her skin, but when he is not interested, he looks particularly indifferent.

He would rather Liu Zi's posture be really indifferent, and it would be much more fun to tease her like that.

"What do you do when you don't usually come out?" He asked carelessly, flicking the wine glass.

Liu Zi's beautiful eyes flowed: "Read some books."

Oh, still a talented woman? Wu Weilun raised his eyebrows, "What books are you reading?"

" 'Xinhua Records', 'Friends with Foreigners.' "

Wu Weilun was startled when he heard the title of the book.

He thought that what Liu Zi read most were the old book allusions, but he didn't expect that she would read the magazines and newspapers of this new era.

Looking at Liu Zi's attitude, it's not like pretending to cater to his answer.

Now Wu Weilun became more interested in Liu Zi, and said tentatively, "Which country Ms. Liu is interested in?"

The red lips lightly opened, and Liu Zi's voice was cold: "Most of them are the same, and the status of women is not so low after all."

Her words seem to be for women to fight against injustices, just like the literati who usually complain about the injustices of the world, full of sourness.

But that posture was not hypocritical, it was just like something not worth mentioning.

Wu Weilun shook the wine glass and slowly put it down. He stretched out his hand and hugged Liu Zi's waist.

The silk is smooth and delicate, but when you pinch it like this, the slender waist becomes more obvious.

He doesn't even need to use his entire palm, he can hold her waist completely.

What a slender waist!

Wu Weilun's eyes are astonishingly bright. Before Liu Zi was nothing more than an exploration and interest in temperament, now it is the most direct desire of men for women.

There is a big hot hand on her waist, touching and playing back and forth like a commodity.

Liu Zi endured the strange feeling in her heart, frowned slightly, but she was still sitting straight.

It is tantamount to let Wu Weilun better handle it.

But he is not a hungry ghost, although he is very satisfied in his heart, in such an environment, he still retains his demeanor.

Withdrawing his hand, Wu Weilun looked at the stage for a while, feeling a little bored.

The show is nothing more than singing and dancing, which is commonplace for him, although there are new ideas, but it has not touched his heart.

With such effort, Liu Zi also has a general understanding of Wu Weilun, no wonder the girls in The Night Rose wants to hold such a thigh this night.

He is handsome, not like those old and wretched men. He is also a son of a powerful family. He speaks and behaves humorously, a little arrogant but with grace.

The Night Rose has seen all kinds of men, and when dealing with powerful men, they always bear the burden of not being able to keep their mind in their heads. Those who behave turbulently are disgusting from the bottom of the heart.

Isn't Wu Weilun just a single seedling now, in the huge Huaxing City, there is no distance from people like them, only him.

She sat quietly next to Wu Weilun, and after drinking the wine in the glass, she added it silently.

It just so happened that a dance performance ended and another woman came on stage.

Wu Weilun's brows wrinkled when an English song that wasn't very well-rounded came out.

Looking at the people around, they pretended to be very interesting even if they didn't understand, making him look even more bored.

"Can Miss Liu speak English?" Suddenly, Wu Weilun turned around and asked.

Liu Zi nodded slightly: "Yes."

He squinted slightly, stood up from the sofa, and twisted his neck at will: "Today's show is a bit boring and I can't stand it anymore. Since Ms. Liu can speak English, if there is a banquet next time, don't refuse. "

There are many large and small banquets in Huaxing City, and it is natural to have female companions.

For Liu Zi, such a banquet has many benefits. It can be regarded as a trivial opportunity for him.

"Thanks Master Wu." Then she stood up, Liu Zi lowered her eyebrows, neither humble nor overbearing.

Following Wu Weilun's step by step, she got into the black car.

Soon, the car disappeared into the night.