Applause rang out again, and several beauties with blond hair and blue eyes gathered in front of the stage. Du Jiawen walked down from the stage with a smile, and immediately fell into the makeup array.
Xiang Xiaochuang stared at him, wishing he could push all those warblings aside.
There were two lipstick marks on Du Jiawen's face. He smiled and said something, and the beauties dispersed with charming smiles. There was another black singing group on the stage, singing a country ballad.
Xiang Xiaochuang sat upright and watched Du Jiawen walking to the beat of the music. He stretched out his hand and took away the rose she was playing with.
"Are you going to give this one to me?" he asked with a chuckle, with glistening beads of sweat on his forehead.
Xiang Xiaochuang stared blankly into his smiling eyes. His black hair was wet with sweat and fell in front of his forehead, adding a bit of unique wild temperament.
This kind of him was completely different from the one she usually saw. She almost didn't dare to recognize him. Xiang Xiaochuang watched him put the rose under his nose. Such a picture would be pleasing to the eye wherever it is placed.
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"What's wrong? You seem very unhappy?" Du Jiawen sat down opposite her, stretched out his hand, raised his head to drink the drink in front of her, and drank every last drop.
A blond beauty walked through the crowd and came over, holding a cocktail in her hand: "Hey, you play so well. I haven't heard such a beautiful saxophone in a long time."
Xiang Xiaochuang looked at her bright eyes and white teeth, almost jealous as she put half of her body on Du Jiawen's body. She - why!
But... why should she be jealous?
He lowered his head in despair, picked up the drink cup, and sipped slowly. Even the sweetness of the lemon turned into a bitter taste like coptis.
"Sorry, I'm already with you!" Du Jiawen pushed the blonde away and pointed at Xiang Xiaochuang.
The girl let out an exaggerated laugh and suddenly turned her head and pressed a kiss on his cheek: "Okay, honey, we will have a chance to spend the night together again in the future."
Oh my God, are these Americans so unrestrained? It's just that when they first meet, they are eager to get him into bed?
Xiang Xiaochuang glanced at the smiling Du Jiawen again, and had to admit that even among tall Americans, his temperament and appearance were still outstanding.
"Thank you for the rose, I like it very much." Du Jiawen took the rose as his own without hesitation.
"That...my..." Xiang Xiaochuang stammered, looking at his smiling expression with both brows and eyes, he couldn't react for a moment.
"I know, you gave it to me. You see, I don't have any roses, I only took this one from you." Du Jiawen smiled and looked like he was asking for credit.
Xiang Xiaochuang was dumbfounded. He looked as if he had suddenly become at least ten years younger, which was actually quite tempting.
"I didn't know you could also play the saxophone..." Xiang Xiaochuang said coquettishly, trying hard to find his voice.
"I know a lot of things, I'll show you next time." Du Jiawen smiled and said, "Actually, this is not my strong point. Since my father retired, I have been immersed in business and rarely have leisure time.
Reliving old dreams.”
"You used to..." Xiang Xiaochuang asked curiously, "What was it like?"
"As you can see, this is how I used to be!" Du Jiawen spread his hands and swayed slightly to the rhythm of the music, which made him feel like he was in harmony with the environment here.