Chapter 8: Waiting for Me to Ask You to Come Over?

'My Mrs. Lu' a few words that seemed intimate, but they came out of his mouth but were indifferent and detached, Jiang Ruo knew that Lu Huaishen said that on purpose, although there was still a little irony, but she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

I even want to laugh inexplicably.

She only held a mobile phone in her hand, there was nothing to cling to, and she always felt uncomfortable empty-handed, so she casually dialed the flowers in the porcelain vase next to her.

"Your Mrs. Lu is short of money, and her husband is too lacking in heart, so if he doesn't give money, he can only live in the dust. Her timbre is already light and thin, and she deliberately speaks in a soft tone, which is easy to mistake for coquettishness.

I don't know if that sentence made Lu Huaishen happy, he snorted, turned around and saw Jiang Ruo half-hanging his eyelids, his fingertips flipping the flowers, reaching out and pulling a petal down, looking at it twice, as if he didn't like it very much, and stuffed the petal back into the heart of the flower.

Lu Huaishen drank the remaining wine in one gulp, put the cup aside, and asked, "Have you had enough?"

Jiang Ruo listened to his inadvertently majestic tone, like the opening remarks before the teaching director's lecture.

Jiang Ruo raised his eyes to look at him, and obediently withdrew his hand, but did not come closer.

Lu Huaishen walked to the sofa and sat down, frowning slightly and looking at her, "Do you prefer to stand at the door and talk to me, or wait for me to ask you to come over?"

Jiang Ruo raised his feet and walked to the single sofa on his right hand and sat down.

After Lu Huaishen looked at her from beginning to end, he saw that she was even more unpleasant, from hairstyle and makeup to dresses and shoes, it was all the style he hated, especially the skirt, which was so green that it was eye-catching.

"How much did you earn tonight?"

"Mr. Lu came to look for him halfway, so he hasn't even gotten the basic tip yet. ”

Jiang Ruo felt that she had lived all her life to the point of forbearance, so no matter what Lu Huaishen said, she would not feel too harsh, and she could say most of the words that lowered her self-esteem.

Lu Huaishen folded his long legs and took a leisurely posture, "Yes, how much can I tip for one night?"

Jiang Ruo leaned on the sofa and smiled at him: "There are no big names in the box, and you and He Zongming's generous shots can't be compared, so it's only two or three thousand yuan." ”

Lu Huaishen leaned over and added some wine to the glass again, "Count you three thousand a night, don't you save enough for eight hundred yuan in three or two hundred days?" I don't think Jiang Qiying's old bones and your aunt can afford to wait." If you really want to make money here, you might as well sell it and sell it for a good price for the first time. ”

Jiang Ruo was silent, staring at the cup on the coffee table, and his hand brushed away the wavy curls to pinch his ear bones, which were slightly painful by the ear hanging.

Lu Huaishen smiled coldly, stared at her and asked, "Do you think I have a point?"

Jiang Ruo still pursed his lips and didn't answer.

Lu Huaishen leaned back on the sofa, glanced at her dress, twisted out a cigarette and lit it, there was no emotion in her voice, "The honest little village girl stayed for a few years to learn and came back, and she actually learned to be smart." ”

Jiang Ruo wrinkled her eyebrows because of that title, the nickname 'Little Village Aunt' was the nickname she casually gave her by Jiang Zhouman's brother Jiang Ji when she first arrived at the Jiang family when she was sixteen years old.

Until the age of sixteen, she was raised by her aunt and her husband, and in just a few years, her life has experienced ups and downs.

At that time, my sister-in-law was infected with loan sharks because of business failure, and it was when the family was at its most depressed, so I didn't have the conditions to pay attention to dressing up.

She suddenly broke into an upper-class family that was completely unattainable, especially standing with the glamorous and beautiful Jiang Zhouman, she looked restrained and dull.

Jiang Ji looked at her, opened his mouth and said with a mocking smile: "This little village girl does look a little bit like the Jiang family. ”