Love at this age can be as beautiful as anything if you drag your little hands.
At night Tang Shiyuan sat in the living room and didn't sleep. He kept dragging Mu Xiaoniu'er away from her even though she didn't want to sleep, causing her side to keep sinking and her little girl to shake like a chicken pecking at rice.
Tang Shiyuan, the bully, refused to let anyone sleep with him. He thought they were related, right? It was only human nature to want to get tired of him for a while.
"I want to sleep. Come on, take a look at this question. Can you write it?"
"No." Mu Xiaoniuer started babbling as soon as she put her head down. She was really sleepy.
Tang Shiyuan dragged the person, and as soon as he put the little head down, he held it up with both hands, stared into the person's sleepy eyes, moistened his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, rolled his Adam's apple, and directly moved it up to the little girl's mouth.
I took a sip, let go, and was satisfied.
She was waiting for this goodnight kiss at such a late night, but she didn't have the consciousness.
"Go to sleep."
The eldest young master finally showed mercy. Mu Xiaoniu'er's footsteps were still in the air, and she entered the room with one foot deep and one foot shallow. She didn't even take off her clothes and fell asleep directly on the bed.
Tang Shiyuan was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He felt that the development of this matter was a bit fantasy. Did Mu Xiaoniuer agree too quickly? But he turned around and thought again, this is good. If she wants to avoid him again, then she will do it.
Served with steamed buns made of white noodles on Sunday.
Chen Palace.
Lu Jiang had something to eat and went over after get off work. He knew very well what Zhou Haoyu had in mind. If he could really make some contribution to this matter, he would be happy to see it come to fruition.
When I was a child, I always envied Kou Quan. How much higher would a person who grew up in such a big background have a higher starting point than others?
But now that I think about it, Kou Quan may not be happy.
He who has talents and abilities but cannot put them to use is not as lucky as a person who has nothing to do with the Tang family. Even if the Tang family brothers are young now and the tiger father has no sons, in a few years, no matter how bad the Tang family is, they will still belong to them. And Kou
The more complete the identity, the more embarrassing it becomes.
Everyone understood why Kou Quan became a mediocre doctor, it was an open secret.
His identity destined him to be ordinary, and he would be attacked from both sides if he challenged others. Each house in the Tang family is a complex and ambitious group of people, how could they tolerate an anomaly like Kou Quan?
Lu Jiang and Zhou Lan'er were childhood sweethearts. They were in the same kindergarten class, elementary school, middle school, high school, and university. Wherever Zhou Lan'er went, Lu Jiang was always by her side.
Tang Shiqi was deeply engraved in Kou Quan's heart, just as Zhou Lan'er was engraved in Lu Jiang's heart.
Lu Jiang never thought that his girlfriend no longer belonged to him after he had been abroad. He had never taken Kou Quan seriously. How could a creature that was not even a sheep hunt with him, a lion who could make great changes in the business world?
Compared to an eagle?
Let your girlfriend go and have fun, and she will come back to him when she has had enough.
Master Tang San had a particularly great influence on Lu Jiang. He had such a good reference around him since he was a child, and anyone with a little ambition would not become disabled.
To Lu Jiang, the process is not important, what is important is the result. It is not certain who can win the beauty.
The bar in Chen Palace is on the first floor, and there are high-end clubs upstairs. The business model is gradually being reformed, and there is a big trend to clean up the bad things of the past.
Lu Jiang sat at the bar for half an hour, and young girls came up to say hello from time to time.
There is a big difference in temperament between successful men and white-collar workers in ordinary companies. A man's aura cannot be developed in a small office space of less than two square meters. It must go through countless large and small scenes to develop it.
He has a calm and leisurely demeanor, and exudes the charm and pride of a successful man from the inside out.
"Blue Enchantress?"
Lu Jiang handed the wine to the young girl, who took it and sat next to him.
Such a man, in such a scene, comes for the purpose of hunting for sex, usually this kind of progress can be successful, and taking the lady away to spend the night together is the next step.
"Where is your job, sir?" the young girl asked with a smile.
Men come with the purpose of hunting for women, and women also have other thoughts. Maybe they want to find a man who can comfort their souls on lonely nights. They don’t need to know too much information about the other person, as long as they have the right eye. Maybe.
With the intention of meeting tall, rich, handsome, entrepreneurs, and second-generation rich people, I am waiting here.
But no matter which one, these are the rules of the game for adults.
"I don't dare to think of myself as someone who runs errands for others." Lu Jiang smiled.
The person I made an appointment didn't show up, so it would be nice to have someone to chat with.
"Sir, you are too humble. The watch you have is something that a normal salesman would never be able to afford in his lifetime, right?"
The girl joked with a smile. Every diamond on the dial of a watch worth seven figures has been carefully calculated, cut and polished. Limited edition watches are basically sought after by the rich and are hard to find.
"Really?" Lu Jiang glanced at the watch on his wrist with a very indifferent gaze, "The street stall products are said by the lady to be the world's limited edition goodies."
"Food stall? Haha, sir, you really know how to joke..."
The woman stared at Lu Jiang. This man had been like this from the beginning. Many people passed by him one after another, and they all returned disappointed. It was not that his words were sharp and sarcastic, but that he was indifferent and did not put in the words.
The woman saw it in her eyes.
Women know deep down that in this situation, if a man has a date with someone, there is more than half a chance that it will be a woman.
Don't waste time if you can't cut through the ice. One night won't last long, so look for the next target.
The woman turned around and left. Lu Jiang turned sideways and held the woman's wrist, "Miss, please wait."
"Sir?" The woman's eyes sparkled. Could it be that she had made a miscalculation?
"I didn't pay for your wine." Lu Jiang said with a faint smile.
"..."
Even though the woman's face was heavily made up, it still couldn't stop her ugly expression at the moment.
She sneered in her heart, the most hateful man was a man who didn't pay anything. This was the first time she had to pay for her own drink.
Lu Jiang continued to sip his wine and scroll through his cell phone. The surrounding atmosphere was completely out of his attention. The lively and lively atmosphere was very abrupt to him, and he was equally isolated in this atmosphere.
After the woman in red left the bar, no overestimating girl approached Lu Jiang. In a corner of the bar, a dozen young women sat around, speculating on the more outstanding members of the opposite sex in the bar.
When the woman in red came back and asked about the situation, the group of people laughed.
This is a model signed by a certain agency, and is a model for print, catwalk, advertising and other aspects.
The crowds who come to the Chen Palace Underground City, which never sleeps, at least isolate most of the ordinary working-class people. The young models will appear here, no doubt they want to find a backer, maybe they will find one? Find a rich master, and you can become famous.
Much simpler.
Lu Jiang slipped his cell phone into his pocket, turned slightly to look at the two women and one man who walked in, and immediately had a smile on his lips.
