"Auntie?"

Yang Mucheng looked at Song Mingyue and frowned slightly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"What? Do you still feel like you've suffered a loss? You and Xiaoyu are classmates, she calls me aunt, you call me aunt, they are all in the same generation, where did you suffer? ”

Song Mingyue asked with a sideways look.

"No, no!"

Yang Mucheng shook his hand and said: "I think Mr. Song is young and beautiful, I'm afraid that no one will believe me when I call my aunt, but I'm afraid that if I call you sister, you will look big." ”

"I can't imagine that you, the wooden man in Xiaoyu's mouth, would actually joke, and you were joking with the elders. Kid, it seems you're hiding a lot. ”

Song Mingyue looked directly at Yang Mucheng, her eyes were deep, as if she wanted to see through him.

"I can't help but see that Mr. Song is really beautiful."

Yang Mucheng shrugged his shoulders to show his innocence.

At this time, a doorman had already opened the car door for the two of them, so Song Mingyue did not continue to ask, but took Yang Mucheng into the Dragon Domain Club together.

The decoration of the Dragon Domain Club can be summed up in two words - luxury!

On each side of the doorway is a gilded dragon pillar, with a wide open mouth spitting shiny dragon balls, and a high-grade wool carpet imported from Australia.

Yang Mucheng and Song Mingyue had just walked to the door, and the eighteen welcome ladies standing on the left and right sides bowed in unison, "Welcome!" ”

Just this opening made Yang Mucheng feel that his eyes lit up, and he invisibly felt that he was really noble.

Along the way, there are constantly beautiful women and handsome guys nodding their heads, and under the gorgeous lights, it really makes people feel like they are patrolling their own palace as an emperor.

Song Mingyue was a frequent visitor here, so a manager of the private room personally took them to the private room.

The manager of the private room is a girl in her early twenties, although she loses a few levels than Song Mingyue in terms of momentum. However, there is no lack of mental ability. To be a manager in such a club, even if it is just the manager of a private room, you need to have considerable brains and strength.

"Sister Song, the dance party only started at half past eight, do you need to eat something now?"

After the manager of the private room arranged for Song Mingyue and Yang Mucheng to sit down, he asked softly.

"Are you hungry, do you want something to eat?"

Song Mingyue did not answer the manager's words, but asked Yang Mucheng a question.

"No need, let's have a pot of tea."

Yang Mucheng didn't say anything casual or anything like that, but showed his attitude.

Just with this sentence, Song Mingyue nodded slightly. Yang Mucheng walked all the way just now, and Song Mingyue had been secretly paying attention to his expression and movements.

The decoration and lighting of the clubhouse and the deliberately arranged welcome doormen in each passage are actually designed to make everyone who enters here feel the royal dignity and enjoyment, and I don't know how many people linger because of this feeling. Clubs and other entertainment venues, to put it bluntly, are gold caves.

Although Yang Mucheng's body was also tight when he entered the gate, he just made himself stand more straight. The expression on his face did not change in the slightest.

Of course, you can understand that he is too wooden to react at all. It can also be understood that he has no waves in his heart and is not moved.

A young man who can make a good porcelain vase with his hands and is willing to paint the cloud dragon vase with his heart, Song Mingyue is very sure that he is a person with aura, and he will definitely not be wooden. Otherwise, you will never understand the essence of porcelain. However, if he had no waves in his heart, and was not at all confused by the lights in front of him, red men and green women, Song Mingyue felt that he was too calm.

Now seeing that he ordered a pot of tea, he was neither humble nor arrogant, and he was extremely skillful in grasping the scale of advance and retreat, so he couldn't help but nod secretly, with a little appreciation.

The manager of the private room didn't expect Song Mingyue, who had always been above the top, to care so much about a young man, so he couldn't help but look at him more. She has been working in the Dragon Domain Club for several years, and has entertained Song Mingyue countless times. I know very well that this woman is not easy to mess with, she is in her thirties, she is still single, and she is rich and rich.

In Pengcheng and even the surrounding areas, I don't know how many business tycoons and even political strongmen want to get close to Fangze. However, this Song Mingyue is as beautiful as the bright moon and as cold as the bright moon. Talk about business, talk about making money, even if it's about pornographic jokes. However, I just can't talk to her about feelings.

Once, there was a character on the underworld who had bad thoughts about Song Mingyue. That time also happened to be in the Dragon Domain Club, and he drank a few glasses of wine, wanting to forcibly pull Song Mingyue into the room to "talk about his heart". As a result, more than a dozen bigwigs stood up to stop it. The underworld boss lost face, so he said cruel words, asking Song Mingyue and the people who protected her to be careful.

However, three days later, the TV station broadcast a report on Pengcheng's fight against the underworld and the elimination of evil, and the underworld force that was eradicated was the underworld boss who was fighting with Song Mingyue.

Everyone knew that this matter must have something to do with Song Mingyue, but no one could guess who carried it out. In this way, Song Mingyue's identity became more and more mysterious. And those who originally had crooked thoughts also dispelled their thoughts and didn't dare to come nonsense.

Therefore, in the past few years, Song Mingyue has always been in and out alone. Occasionally, there is a companionship, but also a woman's company.

And today, Song Mingyue actually openly brought a young boy who was obviously still very young into the clubhouse. Even had to ask for his opinion when ordering, so the manager of the private room couldn't help but be curious about Yang Mucheng's identity.

However, despite the speculation in his heart, the private room manager still maintained a calm and sweet smile on his face and said, "Sister Song, we have always left a box of the best special Longjing for you to give to you, can I bring this tea to you?" As for the water, it is also the snow water of the Tianshan Mountains that is flown in from Tibet. Boiling the dragon well of Suzhou and Hangzhou with the snow water from the north, the combination of rigidity and softness, the taste is very good. ”

"Let's go on then. Thank you for me, Mr. Qi. As for this account, it will be calculated as it should be. I don't do anything. ”

Song Mingyue didn't pay any attention to the words of the private room manager, such as special and gift, and responded indifferently.

The private room manager nodded politely and turned around to go out to arrange.

The tea set and tea were quickly presented, although Yang Mucheng didn't know much about tea, but when Song Mingyue opened the tea can, he still felt that there was a faint Longjing fragrance rushing into his nose, which was very pleasant. As for the water, even if it is boiled, it seems to give people a faint cold air, which is worthy of the snow water airlifted from Tibet.

Song Mingyue skillfully washed cups and made tea, and every action was extremely skillful. Watching the tea soup fall elegantly into the cup, even if you don't drink it, just smell the fragrance, and feel comfortable watching the hot tea soup trickle down.

Yang Mucheng picked up a cup of tea and swallowed it in one gulp, only to feel that the tea soup was in the mouth, and a warm breath came down from his throat, moistening his intestines and intestines, which was extremely useful.

"This tea is really delicious!"

After drinking a cup, Yang Mucheng tasted it for a full thirty seconds before admiring.

"If you like it, drink more."

Song Mingyue filled his cup with a fill.

"Auntie, why don't you drink it?"

Yang Mucheng picked up the teacup and noticed that although the cup in front of Song Mingyue was full, she didn't drink it herself. And, in order to get used to the title faster, he also began to warm up. However, I don't know why, he always feels that the title of aunt is a little weird, and even the pronunciation is a little awkward.

Hearing Yang Mucheng's salutation and inquiry, the corners of Song Mingyue's eyebrows rose slightly, but she instantly regained her composure and said, "Although I like to make tea, I rarely drink it myself." If you like, just drink more. ”

Yang Mucheng nodded, did not continue to ask, but continued to drink tea. He drank one by one, and Song Mingyue poured it for him one by one. Two people in the room, no one spoke. They were silent, but there was no awkward atmosphere. On the contrary, if outsiders see this scene, it is like two people who know each other very well sitting opposite each other, and they can understand each other's meaning without too many words.

Of course, these are only superficial phenomena. In fact, Yang Mucheng felt that the closer he got to Song Mingyue, the more he couldn't see through it. He learned from a brief chat with Song Xiaoyu and other colleagues that although Song Mingyue can maneuver around on various occasions, her usual private life is very autistic, and she has never had any scandals.

There are many men around her, but most of them are just business partners or good friends, and there has never been a trace of scandal.

I heard that there is a rumor among those broad ladies. As long as her husband follows Song Mingyue out, she can go to sleep with peace of mind. Because Song Mingyue not only won't beat their husband's idea, but also reminded their husband not to engage in other women.

A beautiful, golden, successful single woman should be called the best in the eyes of men. It should be the object that any man wants to get, or conquer.

It's a pity, though! There has never been a man like this. In the past ten years, Song Mingyue has not known how many suitors have appeared around her, but all of them have fallen into the sand.

Yang Mucheng wanted to get in touch with that huge organization through her, so he entered the Mingyue Porcelain Palace as a part-time worker. Now that he has the opportunity to get close to Song Mingyue, he feels that she is like a master who has reached the peak of martial arts. Just standing there casually, defenseless, but it makes people feel invulnerable.

Be sure to find a flaw in her!

While Yang Mucheng was drinking tea, the thoughts in his mind were running at high speed. It is a great opportunity for Song Mingyue to bring him to the club tonight, if he can't grasp it, I'm afraid that it will be more difficult to take a step forward in the future.

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Mucheng picked up another cup of freshly brewed tea, sniffed the tea lightly, and said casually: "Auntie, your tea is so well cooked, but you don't drink a sip of it." There must be a story in this, right? ”

Song Mingyue was concentrating on making tea, holding up the teacup and pouring it down in wisps. Suddenly hearing Yang Mucheng's words, the slender jade hand actually paused slightly. Although it was only a matter of an instant, because her arm trembled slightly, the tea soup splashed into the sea of tea.

Although it was only a matter of a moment, Yang Mucheng had the intention to explore Song Mingyue's reality and reality, so he paid great attention to women's expressions and movements. At that moment just now, it was all in my eyes. Although Song Mingyue was unfazed on the surface, Yang Mucheng guessed that there must be something hidden in it.

"I make tea because I love tea and like to do it with peace of mind. I don't drink because I'm not thirsty, I don't like it, what can be the story of that? You children, you just read too many novels and guess adults. ”

Song Mingyue replied without a trace.

"It's not that simple, is it?"

Yang Mucheng drank the tea in the toast and continued: "You and Xiaoyu are both northerners, and northerners drink tea from a large bowl of flower tea. You are so good at making kung fu tea in the south, you must have been instructed by a master and have a story! ”

Song Mingyue shook her head and said with a smile: "Don't think about testing me with a careful eye. Useless! You big little brat, I know what you want to do. I make tea because the kung fu tea in the south is time-consuming and grinds people's temperament. Little guy, this answer should be satisfied, right? ”

"Auntie used to have a bad temper?"

Yang Mucheng changed the subject.

"When you are young, whether you are male or female, which one is not frivolous? It's reasonable to have a bad temper. And even if someone makes me angry now, my temper won't be good. ”

Song Mingyue poured tea for Yang Mucheng and looked at Yang Mucheng with a smile. The eyes look gentle, but there is a kind of vigilance and fierceness faintly flashing.

"That,-"

Yang Mucheng picked up the teacup as if he was weak-hearted, paused deliberately, and then whispered: "Who told my aunt that making tea can take time and grind the heart?" If you can make a boring young man obediently change himself, this person must have a deep influence on you. ”

Song Mingyue was pouring water, but when she heard Yang Mucheng's words, her wrist slammed down, and the water flow stopped abruptly.