Everyone else also looked at Mr. Hong with puzzled faces.
He saw Mr. Hong smile handsomely and said:
"If you want to win a woman, give her a man with a handsome appearance and an interesting soul. For example, someone like me!"
What Mr. Hong said is true.
He is handsome enough, humorous enough, and has a good family background.
But I really don't understand what he means.
Mr. Hong also saw my doubts. He raised his eyebrows and said:
"Isn't Kanye afraid of being arrested by this Zhang Fan? Then let's set up a game for this Zhang Fan first and let her become one of our own!"
"What game?"
"Seduction, beauty trap!"
As soon as Mr. Hong finished speaking.
Xiao Shi and Xiao Duo looked at each other.
Lao Hei and Diamond Seven looked ashamed.
Only the mute gave a thumbs up and muttered:
"M, m, no, nothing wrong!"
"Aren't you worried that Lin Qiaoqiao will know?"
Zhong Rui still asked Hong Ye with an indifferent expression.
Mr. Hong raised his head half way up and said with an awe-inspiring look:
"Of course I'm worried. But in order for our team to win this mahjong competition, Mr. Hong, I can only dedicate myself and help everyone!"
"I feel like vomiting?"
Xiaoduo pouted her mouth and made a disgusting expression.
"Me too!"
Xiaoshi followed.
As soon as the words fell, everyone immediately dispersed.
I was the only one still standing there stupidly.
Mr. Hong immediately stepped forward, took my arm and said:
"Xiao Liuye, they don't cooperate with me, you have to cooperate with me!"
"I?"
I looked at Mr. Hong with an embarrassed look.
To be honest, I really don’t want to harm the world with Mr. Hong.
The most important thing is that I always have a feeling.
Mr. Hong's methods of picking up girls may not really be able to win over Zhang Fan, the cheongsam girl.
In Lord Hong's words, his current identity is the son of the legendary Merlot of Thousand Sects.
Going out without a follower will damage his image.
Therefore, my identity is still his follower.
…………
This time, most of the contestants and staff from out of town stayed at Zheng Ruhuan’s Huahai Hotel.
This hotel is nice, super five-star.
In addition to various luxurious facilities, the most attractive thing is the casino on the rooftop.
It was around three o'clock in the afternoon when Mr. Hong and I arrived at Huahai.
As soon as he entered the lobby, he saw Mr. Hong looking around and then fixed his gaze on a corner of the lobby bar.
There was a woman sitting there, it was Zhang Fan, a cheongsam girl.
In front of her was a cup of coffee and several desserts, and she held a magazine in her hand.
Compared with yesterday's elegant cheongsam.
Zhang Fan's outfit today is more fresh and pleasant.
An aqua blue silk skirt reflects the luster like water ripples.
This also made her skin fairer and flawless.
Her long black hair is draped casually on her shoulders.
A pair of smooth legs are even more shining under the light.
Paired with a pair of silver high heels, the whole person looks more graceful.
Looking at Zhang Fan, Mr. Hong whispered to me:
"This woman really looks more and more interesting the more I look at her. Oh, what a pity, I already have Qiaoqiao!"
Mr. Hong's words made me immediately feel ashamed.
You have Qiaoqiao, so what are you doing here now?
The two of us walked up to Zhang Fan. Mr. Hong put on a gentlemanly look and said directly:
"Ms. Zhang, can I sit here?"
Zhang Fan then raised his head, glanced at Master Hong, and said politely:
"As you please!"
Mr. Hong sat down generously.
This was originally a small round table for afternoon tea, with only two chairs.
Now, the two of them are sitting across from each other.
And I could only stand beside Master Hong stupidly.
This was nothing, Master Hong turned his head to look at me and said:
"Xiao Liuzi, order me a glass of iced Americano!"
Xiao Liuzi?
I was speechless.
Zhang Fan, who was opposite me, looked at me curiously and asked Mr. Hong:
"I remember yesterday, you seemed to call him Mr. Xiao Liu, right?"
Mr. Hong's face didn't change color and he immediately denied it.
"Then you must have heard wrong. He is my assistant and driver. How could I call him Mr. Xiao Liu?"
While we were talking, the waiter had already served the iced American style.
Mr. Hong took the coffee but did not drink it.
Instead, he suddenly said to Zhang Fan:
"Miss Zhang, can you smile at me?"
Zhang Fan was startled and didn't understand what Mr. Hong meant.
"Why?"
Master Hong looked at Zhang Fan affectionately, and deliberately said in a subwoofer-like voice:
"Because there is no sugar in my iced Americano!"
One sentence made Zhang Fan smile elegantly.
I have to admit that Mr. Hong does have a way of teasing girls.
What kind of girl, what kind of method he uses.
There are pornographic jokes that get straight to the point, as well as elegant dry humor.
"Ms. Zhang, do you know why I like iced American style?"
Zhang Fan shook his head again.
"Because the lingo of iced American coffee is: love, there is no good or bad, only preference. Just like from the moment I saw Miss Zhang, I had a preference..."
Master Hong's words made Zhang Fan laugh again.
However, she changed the subject and asked:
"After talking so much, I still don't know your name!"
"Chen Yonghong!"
Zhang Fan frowned slightly and stared at Master Hong again and again.
Mr. Hong was a little embarrassed by her look and asked:
"What are you looking at?"
"Are you Mero's son?"
"That's right! I travel around the world and deliberately keep a low profile, so I don't say my surname is Mei."
Mr. Hong blinked his eyes and talked nonsense.
Zhang Fan smiled calmly.
"Although I don't know what Mero's real name is. But I know that Mero is his pseudonym, and his surname is not Mei. I heard that Mr. Chen's accent is from Habei. As far as I know, there is a Qianmen in Habei.
The master retreats here. Her name is Qu Fengmei. And her husband is not from Qianmen, but his surname is Chen. If my guess is correct, you should be the son of Ms. Qu Fengmei, right?"
This Zhang Fan is truly amazing.
Based on Mr. Hong's words, she guessed his true identity.
Mr. Hong's face did not change color.
He put his fingers to his lips and made a silent gesture.
"Miss Zhang, I'm only telling you one person. In fact, I am Melo's illegitimate son. I am just fostered in the Chen family..."
At this time, I was embarrassed with my feet on the ground.
Mr. Hong tells all sorts of lies.
Zhang Fan was startled and was about to speak.
Suddenly, a man's voice came from the direction behind him:
"Hello, are you Mello's son?"
When I looked back, I saw a bald man walking over, accompanied by Gu Ziliu, who had the same temperament as I imagined and also called himself Mr. Xiaoliu.