"You are an elder? Do you need me to prepare a gift?"
"It doesn't matter. I am a friend of the same generation."
Lu Beifeng smiled very strangely. It was Qin Hu's birthday party. According to that tiger's approach, his birthday was actually no different from celebrating his birthday.
It’s hard to say whether there will be one this year or next year.
"Okay."
Huang Yalin slowly got out of bed, rummaged through the suitcases she had brought with her, and dressed up carefully so as not to embarrass Lu Beifeng in front of her friends.
She has always had her own style in dressing. She wears white midriff-baring short sleeves paired with hot denim high-waisted shorts, revealing her perfect abdominal lines. Her wheat-colored skin gives people a feeling of health and vitality.
It's a party, not a dinner party.
She doesn't need to wear an evening dress, but of course she has to show off her good figure, otherwise her waistcoat line and wheat-colored skin would be wasted.
Huang Yalin was sitting at the dressing table, preparing to wear a pair of Chanel's latest moon cat earrings, which were chosen by Lu Beifeng for her, implying that she was his kitten.
Lu Beifeng walked up behind her, hugged her waist, kissed the tattoo behind her ear, and asked softly: "Does it hurt?"
Huang Yalin was ticklish, so she shrank her neck, then lifted her hair behind her ears, revealing a tattoo of the word 'wind' in traditional Chinese, and asked carefully: "Do you like it?"
"It's hard not to like it."
Lu Beifeng lamented that he and Huang Yalin fell in love overnight. Even if the time they spent together today was included, it would not exceed 48 hours. It was like a joke.
She actually secretly got a tattoo for Lu Beifeng, leaving an indelible mark on her body.
Is she a fool?
Or choose one person to live forever?
Lu Beifeng was not sure, but he was indeed moved by Xiao Huang's behavior.
"It won't hurt me if you like me."
Huang Yalin smiled brightly, her eyes narrowed like crescents, and she confessed affectionately: "Actually, I wanted to get a tattoo a long time ago, but I didn't meet anyone worth it until I met you."
"You are so serious, what if I can't live without you in the future?" Lu Beifeng asked jokingly with a smile.
Huang Yalin couldn't understand: "Then why did you leave me? I don't mind if you have other girlfriends. My father also has two girlfriends, but his relationship with my mother has always been very good."
Lu Beifeng stroked her hair: "Just talk, don't think too much." He sighed in his heart, what the damn capitalists have taught a good girl to do.
"Don't talk nonsense in the future, I will take it seriously."
Huang Yalin had a serious look on her face and rubbed Lu Beifeng's palm with a cute and naive expression: "Meow, meow, meow?"
Lu Beifeng flicked her forehead angrily, and said with a smile: "Stop meowing, what time is it now."
Huang Yalin covered her forehead and whimpered: "Ah, it hurts, you hit me."
Half an hour later.
The dark blue Aston Martin left the Jin Mao Hotel, followed closely by the black Mercedes-Benz sedan. The two cars gradually drove away from the bustling urban area and towards the suburbs.
Arrive at the Minglou Palace Club.
The sound of drifting and burning tires occasionally sounded on the mountain. Huang Yalin was particularly excited. She seemed to be particularly interested in drag racing on the mountain. She curiously asked: "So you people from the mainland also like drag racing?"
Lu Beifeng frowned: "Do you often race cars?"
Huang Yalin didn't notice the change in Lu Beifeng's expression at all, as if he was showing off, she said proudly: "I am the driving god of Yau Tsim Mong District 3, and I have no rivals in Xiangjiang..."
Then she spoke in a softer voice and became less confident because she found that Lu Beifeng looked very bad.
Cautiously: "Then I will go less often in the future?"
Lu Beifeng's tone was tough and he could not refuse: "Stop racing in the future. Drag racing is too dangerous. I don't want to see you get hurt."
When Huang Yalin heard that Lu Beifeng was caring about her, she felt sweet in her heart, and she obediently agreed: "Okay, I will listen to you and race again. I will be the puppy."
Walking into the Minglou Palace Club from the parking lot, Qin Hu's birthday party is arranged in the Qing Bar on the second floor.
A lot of people have come here, mostly wealthy second-generation people in their twenties and thirties, and there are also many single, beautiful girls or second- and third-tier celebrities who come here to look for financial sponsors.
There is a special theme today. The female waiters are all dressed in bunny costumes with very little fabric on their bodies. They are carrying trays and walking among the crowds.
"The north wind is coming."
"North wind..."
When Lu Beifeng came in, everyone who knew him smiled and waved hello.
There are many new members, or entourage members, or companions and friends who introduce them quietly.
After hearing Lu Beifeng's identity, everyone's eyes were filled with light.
Especially single women, they are eager to come forward and make acquaintances. It would be better if they could mingle.
The little wild cats were selectively ignored. They didn't mind that Lu Beifeng had a girlfriend.
If you can come here, unless you are Bai Fumei, who would care about feelings? How much is that thing worth?
Huang Yalin was not angry, she held her head high and looked proud. She was indeed the man she fancied. Only those who are capable and powerful will be sought after and admired by people.
"Brother Feng is here."
Qin Hu wore pink bunny ears on his head, which was a bit cute. He hugged two good-looking bunny girls on the left and right, and greeted them warmly.
Lu Beifeng walked over with Huang Yalin, took a look at Qin Hu, removed the gauze and plaster on his body, and asked with a smile: "Is it so easy to do it so soon?"
"Nope."
Qin Hu smiled with a smile on his face, patted his thigh and said: "The chest injury is healed, but the calf is not healed yet. It's my big day today, and I thought it would be unlucky to put a plaster on, so I removed it."
Lu Beifeng laughed: "This is like your style."
Qin Hu exchanged a few pleasantries and whispered, "I have a friend who wants to get to know you."
"who?"
Lu Beifeng did not refuse. Weddings and funerals are good places for socializing. Making more friends is always a good thing.
Qin Hu looked not far away. There was a man in his early thirties sitting alone, looking straight this way.
Their eyes met, and he smiled and nodded.
Huang Yalin was curious and looked over, unsure and said: "Du Junde?"
Qin Hu was surprised: "Sister-in-law, do you know him?"
He couldn't help but look at Huang Yalin again, and found that her temperament was not like that of an ordinary person.
If an ordinary family is like Lan Qimeng, when they come to a place like this, they will be more or less reserved and dare not interrupt when talking, just like a big vase.
Huang Yalin nodded and said: "Du Junde, the general manager of Huarong Group, visited my grandfather some time ago."
Lu Beifeng also smiled and introduced to Qin Hu: "oo, the granddaughter of Mr. Huang of Xiangjiang Jockey Club."
Qin Hu knew it clearly and knew something about Chairman Huang's status in Hong Kong.
I couldn't help but secretly admire Lu Beifeng, that is, he was able to seduce the apple of his eye.
Lu Beifeng asked: "What does he want from me?"
Qin Hu looked at Huang Yalin and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law may know better than me."