"Really?" Song Qiuman shook her head slightly in disapproval and said, "It's not that I don't believe what Mr. Fang said, but according to my understanding of Meilan, if she didn't have Mr. Fang's interest, she would never bring Mr. Fang here.
I watched the show together.
In other words, even if Gao Meilan is sitting there with a bad old man today, I am sure that he must be the man Gao Meilan is willing to entrust to him for the rest of his life."
Fang Lin was startled and fell silent.
Song Qiuman and Gao Meilan are good sisters. Since she said that, she must have a reason.
Song Qiuman saw that Fang Lin was deep in thought and stopped talking. He chuckled and stood up to change clothes.
At this moment, someone rushed into the dressing room backstage. It was a slender, handsome young man who looked about twenty-three or four years old, about the same age as Fang Lin.
Holding a bouquet of roses in his hand, this young man came to Song Qiuman politely, handed the flowers to Song Qiuman, looked at Song Qiuman affectionately, and said: "Qiuman, your performance is so perfect.
Yes, it's a pity that my flight was delayed and I didn't arrive in time.
I've made a reservation at a very fine French restaurant, let's go have dinner together."
Song Qiuman looked at the young man, a trace of tirelessness flashed in his eyes, and he declined patiently: "I'm sorry, Mr. Long, I have already made arrangements for my dinner tonight."
"Master Long?" Fang Lin thought to himself. He just felt that this young man looked a bit like an acquaintance.
At this time, when he heard Song Qiuman calling him Young Master Long, Fang Lin instantly thought of one person: Long Qiangwei.
Could this person also be from the Long family in Beijing?
Fang Lin took a look at Young Master Long's bones by running his kung fu, and confirmed that Young Master Long was indeed related by blood to Long Qiangwei.
However, there are more than three generations of blood relationship between them, and they should have the same grandfather.
When Fang Lin looked at Mr. Long, he saw that Mr. Long said reluctantly: "Who is this dinner with? Can't you refuse it? I came all the way from the capital to catch up on your play, so you won't lose this face to me.
Bar?"
As he spoke, Mr. Long glanced at Fang Lin, and then said with an unkind look, "You're not going to say that you're having dinner with him, right?"
Song Qiuman nodded slightly and said, "Yes, this is Mr. Fang. We have already agreed to go to dinner together later."
Mr. Long sneered: "Oh, I don't know what Mr. Fang wants Qiu Man to eat? Western food or Chinese food?
The French restaurant I booked at is very famous for foie gras and caviar, especially the caviar, sturgeon caviar, which is delicious.
Moreover, there is a famous pianist playing in that restaurant, so I think it must be more upscale than the place where Mr. Fang hosted the banquet, right?"
Fang Lin was silent, and Song Qiuman said: "It's not Mr. Fang who invited me, it's me who invited Mr. Fang to dinner."
"What?" Mr. Long looked confused, and then said with a smile: "I didn't expect that he was a poor man. When dining with a lady, is there any reason for the lady to treat him?" xdw8
Fang Lin touched his nose and said, "It's not impossible for me to invite you. It doesn't cost much to have a meal of skewers and drink a box of beer."
Song Qiuman quickly said: "There is no reason for you to treat me. I must treat you."
Mr. Long was stunned: "You guys are going to make skewers? Have a barbecue filled with fireworks? Those things are not clean and hygienic!"
Fang Lin smiled and said: "It's okay. It's not dirty. You won't get sick after eating it."
"It's vulgar." Mr. Long shook his head with a look of disdain on his face. At the same time, Fang Lin was also full of hostility.
He looked at Song Qiuman and said, "Qiuman, you'd better go to have a French meal with me. If you have a bad stomach, I will be heartbroken.
Furthermore, if you go to a barbecue with a man who is dressed like a street vendor, if someone recognizes you, wouldn't it mean that you are degrading your status?
Once it's exposed and hits the headlines, it won't do you any good."
"Why have you lowered your status?" At this time, Gao Meilan came back from the bathroom. Seeing that Song Qiuman was still wearing the costume, she urged: "Hurry up and change your clothes. Stop ink stains and go to the strings."
Song Qiuman nodded, turned around and walked into the dressing room.
Young Master Long recognized Gao Meilan and exclaimed: "Gao Meilan, are you going to have barbecue too?"
Gao Meilan smiled and nodded: "It's Mr. Long, you are really persistent with Qiu Man. Yes, the three of us will have a barbecue together later."
Long Shao pointed at Fang Lin and asked Gao Meilan: "Meilan, tell me, what is the relationship between this man and Qiuman? There is nothing between the two of them, right?"
Gao Meilan smiled and shook her head and said, "It doesn't matter. Fang Lin is my friend. We came over to watch a play together. Qiu Man invited us both to dinner."
"Oh!" Mr. Long breathed a sigh of relief, and the hostility towards Lin Sheng subsided instantly. It turns out that we are not love rivals, so let's go our separate ways and don't get involved.
Long Shao immediately laughed and said: "Then I don't think you are as good as your two to string, Qiu Man and you are together, isn't it a light bulb?"
Song Qiuman opened the door of the dressing room, popped her head out from the crack of the door, and said with a bit of dissatisfaction: "Young Master Long, don't I even have the right to treat my friends to a meal? What do you mean?"
Young Master Long closed his mouth and did not dare to speak anymore.
When Song Qiuman changed clothes and came out, she ignored Mr. Long and said directly to Gao Meilan and Fang Lin, "Let's go."
"Master Long, goodbye." Gao Meilan and Master Long waved, and the three of them went out together.
After a while, Mr. Long caught up with him and said with a calm face: "Actually, it's not bad to make skewers. I'll go with you."
Song Qiuman said calmly: "Young Master Long, the skewers are not clean and hygienic. Be careful of eating them and damaging your stomach."
Mr. Long said: "What are you afraid of? If you don't do it cleanly, you won't get sick after eating it.
Isn’t that right, brother?”
Speaking of the latter, he came to Fang Lin and diligently handed Fang Lin a soft Chinese.
Fang Lin glanced at the cigarette, took it, and said with a smile: "I thought Master Long knew how to smoke cigars, but I didn't expect that he also smokes Chinese?"
Mr. Long said: "What's the point of cigars? It's just that you're addicted to them, but you can't smoke them."
Fang Linda said: "But cigars and caviar go together better. Isn't it appropriate to eat caviar and red wine in a French restaurant and then smoke Chinese?"
Song Qiuman and Gao Meilan both covered their mouths and laughed.
Young Master Long's eyes twitched, and he secretly hated Fang Lin for causing trouble, but he said with a haha: "Brother Fang, thank you, I actually brought a pack of cigars. I smoke different cigarettes on different occasions. This is the rule.
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Fang Lin shook his head and laughed. After all, this Young Master Long was related by blood to Long Qiangwei. Although it was a bit exaggerated, for Long Qiangwei's sake, Fang Lin couldn't make fun of him anymore.
However, it seems that he has been stalking Song Qiuman for more than a day or two.
I don’t know where the young man from a wealthy ancient martial arts family got his perseverance.
After taking a closer look at Mr. Long, Fang Lin came to the conclusion that this boy's cultivation level was average, at least at the early stage of Huang level.
Compared to Long Qiangwei, that's far behind.
This chapter has been completed!