Just as he was leaving, he was greeted by a woman wearing the image of a black widow mask.

High heels, black women's suits, tall and tall, even in the United States, where the height is generally much taller than in the country, she still stands out from the crowd.

The white shirt is tucked into the slender waist, and the figure is becoming more and more slender.

Sometimes the face is precisely the least important.

Without looking at her face, this woman's figure made Zhou Qing can't help but take a few more looks.

Judging by her bare skin, she shouldn't be more than thirty years old.

It is not milky and delicate, but a white with a unique youthful luster.

"Hey, can I have a drink?"

Zhou Qing looked left and right, very sure that she was calling herself.

Raising his hand to look at his watch, he took the wine and touched it with the woman, although the wine glass was specially made, the mask still looked awkward.

He reached out to pick it, but felt that something was not right, so he had to give up.

The woman looked at him the whole time and reacted: "You don't seem to have been to a similar drinking party." ”

Zhou Qing smiled: "That's the case, I really admire these people who design wine glasses and masks." ”

"Don't you think it's particularly exciting?"

The woman is pointed, and she speaks fluent English.

Zhou Qing shook his head: "I don't feel it, I just feel that I really want to sleep well." So, goodbye. ”

Turning, the woman grabbed him by the arm from behind.

Zhou Qing bowed his head, it was a slender white hand, with a sense of pianist's sight, very beautiful.

He was puzzled: "Can't I go?" ”

"Yes, it would be very rude and ungraceful."

Zhou Qing's eyebrows in the mask rose, and he suddenly wanted to see what the woman looked like. He is still unsure of the nationality of the other party.

simply stood still, took another glass of wine, and tasted it slowly.

The homemade red wine of the manor has a unique flavor, and judging by his drinking experience, this wine is not high, and he can drink more.

The woman seemed particularly interested in him: "My name is Alice. ”

Zhou Qing simply grabbed her extraordinarily beautiful hands, and touched them slightly: "I'm Asian." ”

"Then I'm so lucky, I found the only man at the party who wasn't American."

Zhou Qing's gaze shifted to the side, and at this time, a bonfire was lit in the field, and the atmosphere was even richer.

The flickering flames are reflected in the eyes, and people can't help but fly out of the sky.

Before he knew it, he had been in the United States for a long time, and he didn't know how long it would take to return.

It should be to deal with this side of the matter completely. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure how to deal with it himself.

It's not a personal preference, it's a responsibility, and he's carrying the entire Shangwu group on his back.

The price of responsibility is to leave your homeland and survive in a country that has no favor.

Women are very good at chatting, fluent English, and the meaning expressed is somehow different from other Americans, which makes people feel very good.

Zhou Qing put aside some messy thoughts, and also accompanied the conversation and laughter.

As he told George Sr., today is a rare time to relax.

As he chatted, he learned that this Alice woman was currently working as the editor-in-chief of a very prestigious international magazine, and she was twenty-seven years old this year.

"Zhou, are you the Oriental who won Norbert recently?"

Zhou Qing was silent, and asked half-loudly: "Is it important for you Americans to win Norbert?" ”

"Of course, MMA is a project that has risen in the United States, and you are beating the best of MMA."

Zhou Qing felt a little weird, this woman claimed to be the United States?

It seems that no American would call his country that.

But these thoughts were only fleeting, and he didn't delve into them at all.

An ordinary drinking party can also be too much to think about, and it will undoubtedly be very tiring.

The reception that started at nine o'clock was in the early hours of the morning in a blink of an eye.

Some people left together, and some people were alone.

Zhou Qing was thinking about how these people who wore masks to each other should feel when they unveiled their masks and found that the other party was not the ideal type they liked.

Parting ways?

The woman suddenly asked, "Zhou, do you know where the g-spot that wine excites people is?" ”

"If the two of them communicate well, they will rush to the hotel together, turn off the lights and take off their masks. The next day, before dawn, they will go their separate ways, so that even if they face each other in the future, they will not know who they are spending the night with. ”

"This is the first time I've heard of it."

The woman pointed at something, and her voice was slightly abnormal: "Do you think we can communicate smoothly?" ”

Zhou Qing nodded instinctively, he couldn't deny it, the woman in front of him spoke very smartly, and she could always get into the hearts of men.

He's a man, and if he's a man, he'll have distracting thoughts.

However, after three years in prison, he has been able to basically control these thoughts that belong to men.

He can't promise that he will cheat after he gets married, but he will never play any kind of one-night stand with anyone again.

So even though the temperature of the woman's body close to his arm was particularly fascinating, he still reacted lightly, at least on the surface.

"Ma'am, it's time to leave."

"There are two types of people: false scriptures and true scriptures, I don't know which one you belong to?" The woman asked inexplicably.

Chinese, Mandarin.

Fluent English became Mandarin familiar to Zhou Qing in the blink of an eye.

He looked at the woman in astonishment, feeling a hint of familiarity.

"I don't have a car, I wonder if Mr. Zhou can give me a ride?"

Zhou Qing thought in his heart: "Yes." ”

In the car, the woman sitting in the passenger seat took off her mask, and her short flowing hair was a very familiar face.

Shen Yu.

Zhou Qing felt extremely unreal, he chatted with him for so long at the cocktail party, and thought that the woman who was an American would be Shen Yu.

He then thought that the woman was playing with him, and she probably recognized him.

Xue Huaijin's instructions made him not so repulsive to Shen Yu as he was at the beginning, so he took off his mask and said with a slight sarcasm: "Miss Shen is really Yaxing." ”

Shen Yu was not cramped, and said calmly: "Mr. Zhou hasn't answered yet, do you belong to the type of real scriptures or fake scriptures." ”

Zhou Qing took the steering wheel and got on another road: "Your address is in Chinatown, right?" ”

Shen Yu said to himself: "If you don't answer, it seems that you are hypocritical." ”

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you."

"Anyway, one of the things I helped you settle in Los Angeles was against you. You should be grateful to me. ”

Zhou Qing didn't believe that a woman would be bored to such an extent, so she made a special trip to the masquerade drinking party to talk to him.

He took a sip of mineral water with his free hand and said, "So, I'm on my way home right now." If Liu Boren was in my car, I would definitely have dropped him down halfway. ”

"You're not afraid that Liu Boren will retaliate against you because of what happened last time?"

Zhou Qing turned his head and glanced at it: "He is not weighty, and I don't believe that some people will target me because of such a stupid thing." ”

"You're too confident."

"That's the plus."

"Miss Shen, it's here."

While speaking, Zhou Qing parked the car at the entrance of Chinatown and motioned for Shen Yu to get out of the car.