Hepburn fell in love with these vanities, the process of conquest and excitement, and now, suddenly completely numb to it and having no feelings, she decided to retreat. She didn't want to be the girl who had swept countless parties, the girl who captured everyone's submissive eyes at the glittering ball. Now, all the men who loved her were now abandoned by her, almost all of them feeling angry and incomprehensible. She traveled with countless of the most mediocre and wealthy men, and she continued to ruin her marriages, but unlike in the past, she would have insisted that she was right with a cold composure, and the men she rejected were like tamed pets. And now she is a person who does not care about herself, neither contemptuous nor proud, she is almost no longer angry with men, she seems to be becoming more and more indifferent.

Now, Hepburn wants to throw a weekend dinner party with Beckham, Atokounmpo, Popovich, two girlfriends------ Michelle, Hillary, Washington and Wu Zetian.

On Thursday, Atokounmpo took Jennifer to the Art Restaurant for lunch, after which they returned to the mansion. Jennifer, the hostess at the Tavern "Tea Fragrance", has been with her for a few months for pure pleasure, and he likes her because she doesn't want much. Not long ago, he had experienced a tragic incident when a girl had been in love with him three times and began to look forward to his marriage proposal, so much so that Atokounmpo was now afraid of girls of his class. However, a hostess who works in a tavern is treated by a different standard.

Jennifer curled up in the corner of the couch and looked at Atokounmpo. "You've been drinking all day, aren't you?" She spoke suddenly. "What's wrong, that's normal." He replied in surprise as he sniffed the Wuliangye in the cup. "Sometimes, I go to parties, about once a week, but I only have two or three drinks. Atokounmpo, you and your friends drink all day and night, and I think you're ruining your health. "He was kind of moved." Oh, you care so much about me! "yes, that's right." "I don't drink like that very often," he clarified, "I haven't had a drop of wine for three weeks this month, and I've really only drunk more once a week." "But you have a reason to drink every day, don't you have any ambitions for the future?" You didn't think about what kind of person you would be when you were sixty? "I don't believe I'll live to that point."

Atokun Bodu, where is the moral bottom line in the heart of this girl who has no fixed man? "My dear Jennifer." He jokingly frowned at her, "You can have another drink." She took the glass in her hand, took a sip, and looked at him with a look of awe. You're such an interesting person. She commented thoughtfully, "Is it because you are rich that everyone who wants to marry you?" "Not really. But if that's the case, I shouldn't blame them. And, you know, I never intended to get married. "You're going to fall in love, oh, you're going to be." She nodded affirmatively. He reminded Jennifer: "It is unwise to be overconfident, and it is because of this that Don Quixote is destroyed." She grunted excitedly, clumsily trying to bridge the gap between her and him, subconsciously believing that by doing so, she would close the distance between her and him.

Atokounmpo told her, "Jennifer, you can't look at Don Quixote the way a psychiatrist treats a patient. "I think I can understand everything that makes sense." She replied tentatively. "Don Quixote's life was marked by all sorts of interesting events." "Huh?" "His life is like the real world, there is a beginning and an end." "Oh, what the hell is wrong with him? Is he dead? "Yes! Formally, he was dead. Jennifer, he, like me, has a weakness, he has a lot of affection for all women, he is a romantic, conceited man in addition to being a sentimental man, with wild passion. Women hated him, used him, provoked him, borered him, spent all his money, teased him as an intellectually handicapped person, and they loved him, as it is now said. His perceptiveness was so perceptive that he decided to save himself from this state of vain, and in order to achieve his goal, he set himself four commandments: obedience, silence, abstinence, and poverty. ”……

Jennifer smiled mischievously, shook her index finger at him, and repeated her old saying, "Crazy! Atokounmpo's skinny face looked kind, she thought, and his eyes were quite gentle and sexy. She liked him because Anthony was proud but not complacent, because he had an outstanding appearance, which was completely different from the men she met in theaters, dance halls, and taverns. When the third glass of wine was drunk, he kissed her with his tongue. In the laughter, the teasing caress, the burning passion, more than an hour passed quickly. When it was almost five o'clock, she said that she had made an appointment and went into the bathroom to recomb her hair. "You're going to get married," she insisted, "and you'll know that in the future." "You're really a little stupid, Jennifer." "Oh, Atokounmpo, do you want to make a bet?" "It's really silly." "I'm betting you'll get married in a year."

"Jennifer." He couldn't help but say, "I don't have anyone I want to marry at the moment, and I'm completely opposed to people like me getting married, and even talking about marriage in the abstract will cause me extreme disgust." Jennifer narrowed her eyes and made a smack out of her mouth, saying it was getting late and she had to leave. Remember to call me. Jennifer reminded him to kiss her goodbye, "You know, you haven't played in two weeks. "I will." He enthusiastically promised.

He closed the door and returned to his room, deep in thought, his loneliness returned, like those aimless and frustrating moments when he wandered the streets alone, or sat at his desk staring at his laptop. This state of self-concentration will not bring relief, he has the need to express but has no mouth, he realizes that time is passing in a hurry, but he can not stop it but let it be thrown in vain, he can only believe that he has nothing, so there is nothing wasted, because any giving and gaining will finally come down to quiet. He pondered with emotion, or in frustration and confusion, he cried out to himself: "I have no idea of marriage, I can swear to God!" He lay silent on the floor......

Hepburn made a reservation for a weekend dinner party at the Victory Restaurant in the Kiev Hotel. It was nearly seven o'clock, and Atokounmpo, Popovich, and Beckham met outside the hall, where three young men were gathering to smoke cigarettes and wait for the arrival of the hostess. A few minutes later, Hepburn, Washington, and Wu Zetian arrived one after another, and after a while, Michelle appeared, and she slowly walked towards them in a well-designed posture. This time, Michelle showed her unique taste------ her jet-black and shiny hair was combed back and smooth, and the eyes were deliberately deepened, and her whole body exuded a strong and long-lasting perfume scent. She tries her best to dress herself up as a fairy tale mermaid, but on the contrary, she is a bit like a "slut", specializing in fishing and dumping men, she is a blatant but cold-blooded love player. When Popovich first looked at her, he was struck by her round and wide belly. He couldn't take his eyes off her at all. She would look away, hang her eyelashes, bite her lip, act as hard as she could, and put her hands on her hips as she sang to the restaurant's music "Samsa."

A" swayed from side to side, while saying, "As soon as the melody sounds, my shoulders and hips start to be unruly." ”

It didn't take long for her to put away the little gestures, become dignified, turn to Popovich, and start chatting with him. Clinton and David Beckham chatted about novels, "There are so many novels out there that are full of dialogue and psychological depictions that are not of much value to filmmaking, and they are unlikely to create much appeal on the screen." "That is, the first thing you look at is the plot." Beckham said with a twinkle in his eyes. "Of course, the plot is the first thing to consider."

At this point, Hepburn and Atokounmpo are dancing together no more than a third of the dance floor in the restaurant, a gesture of kindness to the girls and a warning to the other males, "Don't get closer, stinky boy!" "Deliberately let everyone know that their relationship is extraordinary. He admired her, "You look so beautiful tonight." She looked him in the eye, "Thank you." "In fact, your beauty is too much to look at for long." He added. "Atokounmpo, you're charming too." "Wouldn't that be nice?" He smiled, "We do get along. "That's always the case, right?" She was quick to catch the point of his opinions, just as she was to anything that concerned her, no matter how subtle.

At this point, they saw Michelle leaning her bright cheek against Popovich's collar while her arm blatantly hooked his head. Her eyes were in the direction of the ceiling, and she snorted softly as she twisted her hips and danced. When Michelle noticed that Hepburn and Atokounmpo were looking at her with interest, she only responded with a hazy smile and half-closed, drunken eyes, suggesting that music had entered her soul and hypnotized her into a trance-like state of ecstasy and near-extreme pleasure. As for the dancing, the seductiveness of Michelle and Popovich contrasts sharply with the elegance of Wu Zetian and Washington.

The music ended, and they returned to their seats. The table was filled with Ukrainian beetroot soup, Kiev meatloaf, stuffed duck with fruit, salad, sweet dumplings, liqueur, Sama mercury wine. Atokounmpo took a sip of Sama mercury wine and served it with a piece of salad, reminiscent of the feeling of sleeping in the open with the "Cossack" style of the past. Suddenly, he choked on the 80-degree Sama mercury wine in his mouth, and hurriedly picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth. Hillary and Michelle smiled in surprise, and Beckham, Popovich, and Washington joined in, savoring the feeling of sleeping in the open at the "Cossack" in those days, and all three of them immediately blushed, and did their best to restrain themselves from choking violently.

The intelligent robot delivered ice desserts, black tea, and coffee, and at this time, the band conductor also walked out of the bar, leaving the intoxicating Sama mercury wine and stepping onto the podium, and the band played a folk song "Moonlit Night". After a while, the champagne was also served, adding more joy to the party. The men and women drank heartily, they danced and drank everything. Hepburn seemed to suddenly feel tired, smoking "Aixi" alone, her eyes were sometimes lazy, sometimes passionate.

At nine o'clock, Hepburn danced with Atokounmpo, and she whispered, "Slowly jump to the door, I want to go downstairs to the store." He complied with her and guided her through the crowd in the direction she had specified. I'm looking for some betel nut to eat. She said, with a self-deprecating apology in her tone, "You can't guess the reason this time, just now, I wanted to gnaw my nails, and if it weren't for the betel nut, I might really do that." As they stepped into the elevator, she continued.