Zheng Wuming admits that he is not the kind of person who is obsessed with women and likes to live that kind of sensual life, but when the woman who played the piano stood up, glanced at him, and walked towards him with a curvy voice, he felt a strange emotion suddenly rise in his heart.

Love at first sight?

When these four words appeared in his head, Zheng Wuming was also very surprised by his thoughts. Then he shook his head with a wry smile. Maybe it's okay, but not now.

I was just attracted by the sound of her piano - Zheng Wuming made an excuse for himself.

The woman's steps are very small, and although she is wearing a cheongsam, the slits on both sides are not like those entertainment city welcomes, just open to the crook of the calf.

"What to drink?" Zheng Wuming showed a gentle smile and looked at the woman and asked.

Although Zheng Wuming rarely deals with women, it doesn't mean that he is a guy who doesn't understand amorous feelings. At this time, it is not appropriate to ask for people's names directly.

"Tea." The woman said with words like gold.

"Tea?" Zheng Wuming was a little surprised by the woman's answer, but quickly laughed, waved his hand, beckoned the waiter, and said. "This young lady wants to drink tea, if you don't have it, you can go out and buy it, there is a tea shop thirty meters to the east."

Hearing Zheng Wuming's words, the woman's expression was slightly moved, she glanced at Zheng Wuming, opened her mouth lightly, and said softly. "You're very observant."

"It's not enough." Zheng Wuming laughed and said jokingly. "At least it shouldn't be thirty meters."

The woman did not answer, but turned her eyes to the window, looking at the cars constantly shuttling on the road, but her eyes were unfocused.

"What are you thinking?" Zheng Wuming said. "Forgive me for taking the liberty of introducing it, my name is Zheng Wuming, I don't know if it is inconvenient for Miss Fang to reveal her name?"

"Colorful clothes." The woman turned her head and whispered.

"Colorful clothes? Good name. Zheng Wuming exclaimed and said. Miss Caiyi, I just heard your piano and admired it very much, so I took the liberty to invite you over for a drink—but your piano sound is very different from your person. ”

"I play the piano with my heart, not with my hands." The woman said lightly, and her eyes glanced out the window again.

If you don't say that men are cheap bones, even if Zheng Wuming is not exempt from vulgarity. The more you can't get it, the more you want to pounce on it.

Therefore, he did not have any dissatisfaction with the coldness of the woman in front of him, but the desire to conquer in his heart was even stronger.

He knew that this woman was a woman with a story, and a woman with a story was the most charming woman.

He also forgot to see a phrase from somewhere, which roughly said: A woman with a story is the most charming woman and the most difficult woman to conquer, but once she is conquered, she becomes passionate.

As a result, Zheng Wuming's heart suddenly had the idea of conquering the woman in front of him.

Soon, a cup of steaming high-quality Longjing tea was brought up by the waiter, but the woman didn't seem to notice it at all, her eyes were still looking out of the window, and when the tea was just brewed and the tea was green, she moved her eyes back and took a sip of the cup.

"It's an honor to meet you." Zheng Wuming said with a smile. "I've heard people say that a woman who drinks wine is a devil, but a woman who drinks tea is an angel, and I think you should be an angel."

If Yan Murong was present, he would definitely be stopped on the spot by Zheng Wuming's shameless words.

If he hadn't known that this guy was so obsessed with Su Qingwu at the beginning, for a long time, Yan Murong would have thought that he was a homosexual.

Men are not hooligans and are psychologically abnormal, so Yan Murong thinks that a guy like Zheng Wuming, who only thinks about hanging himself from a tree, is either psychopathic or physiologically perverted - you say that you are so rich, and you are not bad looking, and there is a bandit who sounds very funny "The First Prince of Yanjing", why not hang yourself on a few trees and try it?

"Angels?" Although the woman's voice was cold, her eyes couldn't help but be a little moved. "An angel without wings, is it still an angel?"

"Of course." Zheng Wuming nodded and said with a smile. "What does that mean--every woman is an angel who has fallen into the mortal world, and it doesn't matter if she has wings or not, that doesn't deny the essence of being angels, does it?"

"Perhaps." The woman sighed, stood up, and said. "I'm leaving."

"Miss Caiyi, wait a minute." Zheng Wuming also stood up and said. "If Miss Caiyi is free in the evening, do I have the pleasure of treating you to a meal? - Of course, I didn't pay for this meal. ”

The woman turned her back to Zheng Wuming, and after a while, she nodded lightly and said. "Okay." ――

Is Yan Murong afraid of women? The answer is no, even the original rejection of Su Qingwu was only a disguised protection - however, there are always exceptions.

Yan Murong is not afraid of women, but he is afraid of accompanying women to go shopping.

At Yan Minghua's strong request, he stayed in Minghua Group to have lunch with her, and then he was dragged to Wangfujing Pedestrian Street - the reputation is that he has never seen someone wearing a down jacket to attend a banquet, so he wants to buy him a few sets of decent clothes.

Originally, Yan Murong was quite happy, but after two hours passed, he found that he seemed to have been deceived.

Clothes? Two hours had passed, and he had carried no less than ten shopping bags with a total value of more than half a million in both hands, but there was not even a pair of his underwear in them.

Is this trying to buy me clothes? Yan Murong looked at Yan Murong who was looking up and down in front of a purple off-the-shoulder evening dress not far away, and thought to herself, this was clearly under the guise of buying clothes for herself, and while satisfying her desire to shop, she also pulled a free strong labor bag.

Poor classmate Yan Murong, who had just gotten off the plane and didn't have time to catch his breath, became the female devil's full-time bag again.

"Little Swallow, what do you think of this?" Yan Minghua turned his head and asked, pointing to the evening dress that he was wearing now that could freeze people to death.

"It's okay, it's just that it's missing two sleeves." Yan Murong looked at it seriously and gave a very pertinent evaluation.

"Pss

Hearing Yan Murong's words, not only Yan Minghua, but even the female clerk who followed was amused and explained. "Sir, this is Chanel's latest "Purple Sacrament" limited edition evening dress this year, and there are only three of them in China. ”

"Give me a piece of cloth, and I can sew it out." Yan Murong pursed his lips and whispered angrily.

"Shut up." Yan Minghua glanced at him angrily and said. "I want this dress, wrap it up for me."

"I'm not allowed to wrap it, I've already ordered this dress, why should I give it to someone else?"

At this time, a rather gentlemanly woman's voice came suddenly, making everyone stunned.