Chapter 893: Pressing Luck (II)
My unquestionable tone gave Cui Lin a little hope, and as for his worries, it could only be a move.
"All the people who have had a relationship with you in the past six months, all brought out." I said firmly, "I'll see it at a glance." ”
Cui Lin nodded very decisively: "Don't worry, I'm not so abusive." Just a girl. ”
"That's the best, find a way to get in touch."
"When?"
"Now."
"Now?" Cui Lin asked suspiciously.
"Nonsense, when do you think you should find her in your relationship?" I said a little speechlessly.
Cui Lin's face turned slightly red: "Then, then I'll call now." ”
"Wait a minute." I stopped Cui Lin, who was dialing in.
Cui Lin raised his head and looked at me suspiciously, waiting for me to continue.
"You must not show your purpose, once you show your feet, your second uncle will know immediately, and you can't do anything to startle the snake." I instructed solemnly.
Cui Lin frowned and nodded. As soon as I turned around and walked out of the house, it was better to hear less about this kind of thing.
After a while, Cui Lin came out of the house and said softly, "She agreed to meet." ”
"Okay, let's go now." I said without hesitation.
Cui Lin looked at his work clothes and said, "I'll change my clothes." ”
"You change too."
As he spoke, Cui Lin opened the wardrobe, and after a brief hesitation, Cui Lin reached for a gray suit, and he was about to take it, but was stopped.
"It's your favorite outfit, isn't it?" I asked.
Cui Lin held the clothes in one hand, turned his head and said, "Hey! You're really godly, can you count it? ”
"Wear it often, right?"
"That's right!" Cui Lin seriously introduced: "This is a pure handmade suit, a ...... customized from abroad."
"Gotta come on, don't introduce me to me. Don't wear this set. I hurriedly interrupted Cui Lin.
Cui Lin hesitated, chose to follow my advice, and picked up another suit.
I stood behind him and watched, not because I was skilled in divination, but because of the red qi that kept hovering over the gray suit. There are at least a dozen sets of clothes hanging in the cabinet, why choose this suit alone? Obviously, it was because of the accumulation of more Cui Lin's qi on this dress.
At this time, Cui Lin threw out another suit from the cabinet and said, "You also change into it." ”
"I'm not used to wearing this thing, do you have any tracksuits or something?"
Cui Lin said with a serious face: "You can only wear this, this is a status symbol." ”
", what does a suit of clothes symbolize? When I wear this dress, I am a human being? I asked rhetorically.
Cui Lin smiled: "Don't believe it. Words are tigers blocking the way, clothes are bluffing hair, if you put them on, people will respect you for three points. ”
"You are a Taoist priest, your cultivation heart. Not everyone is like you, and most people still like to characterize people based on their appearance. Why do you think I was able to make an appointment with a girl? Cui Lin smiled incomprehensibly, and made a gesture of counting the money in his hand: "It's all real money and silver, otherwise, why would people drill into my bed?" ”
I was slightly stunned, and asked suspiciously, "Isn't this still prostitution?" ”
"No, it's not." Cui Lin smiled deeply: "We like each other, she is willing to dedicate her body, and I am willing to spend money on her, is there a problem with this?" ”
Good guys, this is a refreshing thing for you to say.
"It's not the right size." I muttered.
Cui Lin said slowly: "Don't wear a coat, drag your shirt down, it looks okay." ”
"Big brother, it's winter, I don't wear a coat?" I looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Is it strange?" Cui Lin put on a cashmere coat unhurriedly, and said: "People who go in and out of that kind of place, all of them are either rich or expensive, who is not sitting in the car?" ”
"Brother, wake up. You're not driving a Mercedes now, it's a van! I widened my eyes and reminded Cui Lin: "You are driving a rusty van, how big do you want to pose?" ”
Cui Lin sorted out his clothes in front of the mirror, and responded: "It's still the same sentence, I can die poor, but I can't be seen by others." ”
As he spoke, Cui Lin took a bottle of foreign wine from the wine cabinet beside him, unscrewed the lid, and took a big sip as if he was drinking water. After taking a few big breaths, Cui Lin handed the wine in front of me: "Drink some." ”
I looked at the bottle and asked puzzledly, "Are you a wine bulking man?" ”
"If you drink, you can't drive, this reason is in the past." Cui Lin smirked.