The waiter quickly brought a glass of wine. Weasel gently picked up the wine glass, turned and smiled at the woman in the red dress, "It is said that people who like to drink whiskey have a lonely and stubborn soul living in their hearts."
"Come and drink to the fact that we have the same soul."
The weasel smiled and spoke in an unhurried tone, as if he was reciting a poem.
The woman turned her head and glanced at the weasel.
Although Weasel still had a gentle smile on his face, he was feeling panicked inside.
Because most of his conversations would almost always fall into this stage.
But this time, the woman actually picked up the wine glass, touched it gently with the weasel, then turned her head and continued to think deeply.
This almost made the weasel faint on the spot!
If you are willing to drink with yourself, there is a way!
It seems that this is a woman with special connotation. Perhaps, at this time, she has felt her deep soul instead of being limited to appearance!
"Hello, you can call me Huang Rongruo from now on, Huang from Huang Pian'er, or Rongruo from Nalan Rongruo. I usually like literature. What about you?"
The weasel quickly introduced himself.
However, the woman in the red dress did not speak, she just turned her head and smiled at the weasel.
This smile almost made the weasel fly on the spot!
What an interesting soul!
Finally found a woman who understands me!
"Do you also like literature?
That’s awesome!”
Weasel said excitedly, "I didn't expect that in the vast sea of people, I actually found a like-minded person. This is simply the best gift God has given me."
"I think today must be Yue Lao's birthday, and I am the lucky one in Yue Lao's lottery because I met you!"
The weasel is like a male peacock with its tail spread out, spitting freely to show off its inner meaning.
But after he chatted for a long time about various symphonies and literature, the woman still didn't say a word.
Is it possible that it's still a bit hot?
The weasel became anxious.
I finally gritted my teeth and decided to make an exception this time!
You have to win this top product with such a curved front and back, and you can still smile at yourself!
"Actually, besides being a scholar, I have another identity."
Weasel began to increase his moves and slowly said, "My identity is not easy to describe."
"Let me tell you this, as long as we stay on this third of an acre of land in Nanjiang, there is nothing that I, Old Huang, can't handle!"
The woman turned her head and looked at herself with a particularly strange look.
Sure enough, there is a way!
Weasel was extremely excited, "I'm definitely not bragging. If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you!"
With that said, Weasel took out his cell phone and sent a message.
After a while, a well-dressed middle-aged man hurried downstairs and said, "Brother Huang, what are your orders?"
Weasel said solemnly, "It's too noisy here. I want to have a quiet chat with this lady!"
The middle-aged man has been running nightclubs for many years, so he is naturally very discerning. He immediately saw what the weasel was thinking. He immediately ran to the DJ stage, grabbed the microphone from the DJ's hand, and said loudly, "Turn off the music, everyone will leave immediately, Huang
Brother likes to be quiet!"
The music stopped immediately, the crowd quickly dispersed, and the entire hall lit up with soft lights.
The middle-aged man picked up a glass of wine and came to the weasel with a smile on his face, "Brother Huang, you didn't even say a word in advance when you came."
"You usually like to be quiet. If I had known you were coming, I would have asked them to stop the music."
"Who in Nanjiang doesn't know your name, Brother Huang? You are a famous figure in the world, keen on charity, and very talented and tasteful."
"I toast you with this cup. On behalf of all Nanjiang people, I would like to thank Brother Huang for taking care of Nanjiang!"
This boss is so flattering, he knows exactly what the weasel needs at this time.
And the effects were quickly apparent.
The woman in the red dress finally turned her head slowly, stared at the weasel seriously, and then showed a ecstatic smile!
The smile of the woman in the red dress almost made the weasel's bones melt on the spot.
"By the way, I have a very special cat at home that can do backflips. I think it's still early, so why don't you come home with me and I'll show you the cat doing somersaults. It's very interesting."
Although Weasel wanted to pounce directly at this moment, deep down in his heart, he still adhered to the bottom line of being a civilized person.
The daughter smiled and then nodded gently.
Weasel stood up slowly, made an invitation gesture to the woman in a gentlemanly manner, and showed a smile that he thought was very cultivated and not impatient at all.
But at this moment, his nosebleed came out unsatisfactorily.
"I've been a little angry recently. Besides, I believe that such a beautiful lady wouldn't care about these superficial details, right?"
Weasel was panicking in his heart, but he still forced a smile.
The woman did not show any expression of disdain or disgust, but took out two tissues and handed them to the weasel with a smile.
This time, the weasel's nosebleed became even more violent.
Fortunately, just as Weasel said just now, this gorgeous beauty in a red dress does not seem to be the kind of superficial person who cares about details.
He did not abandon Weasel because of his accident. He very obediently got into Weasel's car and followed Weasel into his mansion without any resistance.
"This is my home. How about it? It's not bad."
The weasel proudly brought the woman in the red dress into his magnificently decorated mansion.
"Even though there are gold and gems everywhere here, I don't actually like them. I prefer more elegant things."
Weasel pointed to a calligraphy hanging directly above the front hall and introduced, "I asked an old gentleman for this calligraphy."
"His calligraphy style is a bit niche, but I particularly like the noble style in his calligraphy that is out of this world and far away from low-level tastes."
The woman in the red dress raised her head and saw the calligraphy work with the words "make a fortune", and couldn't help but look stunned.
"By the way, my home's features don't stop here. The most special thing is my bedroom. It's very, very special. Come on, I'll show you around."
The weasel refused to say anything and took the woman in the red skirt's hand and headed into the bedroom.
"Baby, my air conditioner is turned on high. Is it hot for you? If it's hot, you can take off your skirt. Come on, let me help you. Oh, you little rascal, you're still shy, hehehe."
About a minute or so, a scream suddenly came from the room.
"Fuck, you...you...you..."
The weasel was wearing a pair of bright red underwear, covering his chest with one hand and pointing at the woman in the red skirt with one hand. Then he suddenly felt his stomach churning, and he vomited wildly while hugging the trash can next to him.