Xiao Che Liu went downstairs to Zhu Tou San to show off my length;

Jiujiu returned to the room to take a final look at herself.

This long dress is really beautiful. It is simple, with tight sleeves cut below the shoulders, and the tight-fitting vest exposes half of the front.

The hem of the long skirt spreads out from under the skirt ring, without any folds or flower knots. The pearl yellow color makes Jiujiu's hair richer in rich dark copper luster, and the pearls are sparkling.

Jiujiu looks so lively and quiet, but if you take a closer look, you will definitely see Jiujiu's inner tension. Her cheeks are tense and there are blurry shadows in her eyes.

Jiujiu sighed and walked away from the mirror.

Jiujiu should smile, eat happily with everyone in a polite manner, and talk politely so that no one can see Jiujiu's inner uneasiness.

After confiding Jiujiu's true feelings to Xiao Cheliu, Jiujiu felt much more comfortable. Jiujiu felt stronger and more determined.

Just telling all this has made Jiujiu soberer and less confused. Jiujiu will never see that Jintang again.

Jiujiu has been resisting this temptation and insists on persisting.

He would be leaving soon, and if he was going to take any more outrageous action, he would have done it by now.

He sent the key, hoping that Jiujiu would go. If Jiujiu didn't go, he might just let it go. I hope so, thank God.

Jiujiu came out of the room and walked downstairs, walking slowly on the spacious red stairs.

The friends wouldn't arrive for another fifteen minutes or so, and the front hall was empty.

I only heard Xiao Che Liu talking in an empty gaming room and Zhu Tou San telling me something worried. He was obviously telling me how I should behave myself tonight, even though it was meaningless.

This willful woman will still do whatever she wants and playfully cry him out because of my indiscreet behavior.

Zhu Tou San was already fascinated by me, and Xiao Cheliu himself was even more fascinated. I almost thought that the wings of this frivolous London sparrow would soon be bound forever.

Jiujiu walked into the room, the hem of her long skirt swaying softly.

The troupe masters are adjusting the tunes of the troupe instruments, and the uniformed waiters are soaking cold beer bottles. Everything is ready.

The monthly meal at Jintang Palace has long been unique in the city's social circles, and its reputation has become so popular that it is even damaging in some places.

Tickets are surprisingly expensive, but there are always crowds of people.

Men can bring their mutts.

Beer and wine are on hand, the dining room is wide open, and the table is filled with delicacies

At the sound of footsteps, Jiujiu turned around and saw Jintang slowly walking into the room.

Walking a few feet away from Jiujiu, he stopped and looked at Jiujiu with his admiring brown eyes.

"You are such a beauty," he said,

I have never seen such a beautiful beauty.

"Thank you, Najintang."

I can’t believe it!”

Zhi Zhi said, “What can’t you believe?”

"I can't believe it's true. I can't believe that such a touching beauty is Jiujiu." "It's true. I can guarantee it."

"You belong to Jiujiu."

"Or so to speak."

He smiled. "Jiujiu shouldn't have let you go free, so Jiujiu will feel relieved.

"Er Pu: "Are you worried now?"

"Jiujiu is always thinking, what should Jiujiu do if he loses you? What should Jiujiu do if you leave? What should Jiujiu do?"

"Jiujiu will never leave you."

"Even if you leave, I won't blame you," he said, "Like Jiujiu

I am a kind of person who is always naughty and mischievous, drinks too much and is naughty. Jiujiu really hopes Jiujiu can be worthy of you."

He tilted his head.

Her sandy hair was neatly combed.

"Don't be stupid," Jiujiu said to him.

"Hey, you really love Jiujiu."

"Yes."

"Then Jiujiu is really satisfied."

"Do you know Jiujiu's wish?"

"What wish?"

"I hope this meal is over,"

His mouth opened in a smile, and his brown eyes rolled.

"It must be Jiujiu that attracts you."

"If you are the least modest," Jiujiu teased.

Na Jintang hugged Jiujiu and held him there calmly for a long time.

When he finally let go of Jiujiu, as soon as his hair fell on his eyebrows, Jiujiu stretched out his hand to help him straighten it. Na Jintang sighed deeply.

"I shouldn't have just done that," he said. "I'll be thinking about you the whole night." "That's good."

"Jiujiu thinks you will be like this too."

"Maybe."

"So I made an agreement?"

Jiujiu nodded. Jiujiu suddenly felt very satisfied with himself, even proud, because Jiujiu resisted the temptation and was loyal to that Jintang.

Jiujiu smiled and caressed his cheek.

He was surprised and happy, as if Jiujiu had given him a beautiful little gift package, it was so small.

He was given such a big pleasure. He quickly caught Jiujiu tightly, rudely and clumsily.

At this moment, Jiujiu decided to finally show mercy and give in. That Jintang should enjoy happiness, and Jiujiu could completely make him the happiest person in the world.

The next time he asks Jiujiu that old question again, Jiujiu will definitely give him the answer he has wanted for a long time.

"I can hear my friends coming in," he said, "I'd better go greet them. I'm very happy tonight."

"The same goes for Jiujiu."

"After dinner, Jiujiu will be with you, okay, that's it!" Friends filed in, and soon all they could hear was the rustling of silk skirts, and the sound of beer bottles opening their caps.

sound and hearty laughter.

When friends came in, Jiujiu and Na Jintang greeted them as if this was just a simple social gathering.

When all the friends were almost there, Zhu Tou San with a stern face greeted the guests instead of me, and we went inside to announce the start of the meal.

Xiao Cheliu was chatting happily with a beautiful young man. The friend looked at me greedily.

Smiling and shaking his head, Na Jintang led Jiujiu into the room.

The troupe teachers began to play, and the dining pool was cleaned. Na Jintang hugged Jiujiu's waist, held Jiujiu's hand, and smiled.

In high spirits, Jiujiu entered the dining pool.

Jiujiu almost tripped and fell, her skirt flying while eating.

He grabbed Jiujiu tightly and spun it around.

"I'm sorry," he stepped on Jiujiu's foot.

"Well Jintang, you are such a stupid dining companion."

"Sorry," he bumped into another pair of dining companions.

"Jiujiu really don't understand why I want to have a happy meal with you.

"I love Jiujiu."

"I am eating happily, and Jintang is not running away from the hunters."

"Stop talking," he said kindly.

He smiled against his lips, matched the rhythm of the music group, held Jiujiu tighter, and spun it around desperately, as if Jiujiu was a rag doll.

After he was happy, he immediately gave it to Jiujiu and then smiled.

He was rarely this relaxed and carefree. Maybe he guessed that Jiujiu would agree to marry him, right?

Was this the resurgence of his old passion and self-satisfaction?

Jiujiu was so happy that she was out of breath and uncomfortable, so she told me that she really wanted to drink a beer.

He took Jiujiu's hand and walked together to a waiter who was holding a plate. "Here," he said.
To be continued...