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Since it was an invitation from Sister Wen, there was no reason for me to reject it. Thus, I simply replied. Just as I was about to go take a bath, my phone rang again.

I smiled and didn't reply. I simply asked Sister Wen for the time, showered, and went to sleep.

I didn't go to the Night Fragrance the next day, not because I was a privilege, but because I didn't have any customers that were suitable for me. I could only introduce them to other artists through the front desk.

Small Volume told me that the other seven women hadn't been appointed yet. Although she repeatedly assured me not to be discouraged, I still couldn't help but feel unhappy, as the huge debt was on my body. If I really started from the day at midnight, it would be a few years later.

When I woke up, it was already 10 in the morning. Liu Fangfang was not in the living room, so I walked to her door and realised that she was not in the room either. I did not think much, and just as I was about to go to the bathroom to wash up, the door suddenly opened.

"Sister Fang, you scared me to death."

I steadied my steps, and only then did I calm down when I saw the woman's appearance. Liu Fangfang rolled her eyes at me, "What?"

Liu Fangfang changed into another set of pajamas. Perhaps because she had just woken up, she looked a little messy, and her hair was not tidied up too meticulously. At first glance, she looked like a ghost lady from a movie or TV show.

I patted my chest and said, "Sister Fang, I just got up. Don't be surprised. Don't you know that people are scary, frightening people to death."

"You're the one who's surprised, right? You didn't even hear me in the bathroom? And you even walked in so recklessly. "

Liu Fangfang rolled her eyes and hugged her chest. A small gap quietly appeared in her pajamas that were still tightly covered a moment ago. Following that streak of light, I agilely grabbed onto a deep ravine that was mixed in pure white with dark shadows.

"What are you thinking? "Why aren't you being serious?"

Liu Fangfang pulled me into the living room, not caring that I had just eaten her tofu with my eyes.

"I don't know what to think either."

I shook my head, and Liu Fangfang pulled my hand over to her. She seemed cute, but also coquettish, "Little Hao, is there something you can't tell this room?"

As a normal male, Liu Fangfang's figure was flawless even though it was already early in the morning when the male had her head held high.

I was like a barrel of gunpowder, instantly ignited. I went over and grabbed hold of Liu Fangfang's waist, smelled the mysterious and alluring scent that was coming from her body, and started to breathe heavily. "Sister Fang, what are you doing?"

Liu Fangfang pursed her lips and laughed, "Guess what Sister Fang wants to do?"

As she said that, Liu Fangfang's other hand quietly wrapped around my neck, her slender fingers caressing it. Because of her posture, both of us seemed to have skin that was pressed against each other, and felt some sort of force that couldn't be resisted. Liu Fangfang's face finally turned red, and at almost the same time, Liu Fangfang pinched my neck.

"Ah …" "Cough, cough."

I hesitated for a bit, but my rationality finally triumphed over evil and gently pushed Liu Fangfang away. Only then did Liu Fangfang roll her eyes at me, tidied up her pajamas, and revealed a white eye: "And here I thought Little Hao was fat again. "Even your elder sister Fang dares to bully him."

"How dare you?"

I smiled coyly and hurried into the bathroom, but secretly cursed in my heart, "If you didn't lure me every day, how could I do this?" Do you not have any points in your heart?

Soon, it was already four-thirty when Sister Wen and I had agreed on this. The sound of engine Z4 came from the road outside the door, Liu Fangfang who was doing yoga looked at me in shock and ridiculed, "Little Hao, it seems that your relationship with Wen Wen is getting better."

"It's not bad …"

Although Liu Fangfang said that, anyone who knows her well knew that she wasn't happy.

After greeting her, I went out the door. I was already considered to be an old friend of the Sister Wen and unlike the other artists, I didn't have to wash up and dress up every time I went out.

When Sister Wen saw me leave, she immediately rolled down the window, "Zi Lu, hurry."

"Coming, coming."

I smiled and got into the car. Sister Wen pouted and helped me put on my seat belt before turning around and leaving, dissatisfied. I had to admit that Sister Wen was filled with a youthful aura at the moment, and if it wasn't for the occasional wrinkles exposing her to others and saying that she had just graduated from university, no one would believe her.

When we left the residential complex, Sister Wen greeted the security guards at the entrance and immediately let us in with a smile. The way she looked at us as we left was a little complicated. I'm so handsome, why don't any rich women like me?

I can only chuckle at this.

In terms of Hai City, she could be considered one of the people at the top of the food chain. Even if it was the usual strict traffic police, who had a ticket attached to them, she still had her own way of handling matters. Although the price of using these ways was much higher than directly paying the fine.

We quickly arrived at a western restaurant in the southern part of Hai City. Its name was a bunch of English words, which was equivalent to the Book of Heaven's Path to me. I was too lazy to recognize it, so we walked in side by side after Sister Wen handed the car keys to the waiter.

From the outside, the western restaurant was not very large, nor did it have much style, but it had a completely different feel when you came in. The meticulously decorated shutters, the separate cubicles, and the light green tint made it seem as if you were in a coffee shop. The silence was so intoxicating that it was hard to believe it was a restaurant.

Every country has its traditions and charms, I mused, and so too, perhaps, does Western food.

"Wenwen, you're here?" "This is …"

Before I could take more steps, a man in a suit with a round beard in his early thirties and a handsome nose suddenly appeared in front of Sister Wen and I. His eyes, in particular, seemed to be exuding a kind of melancholy all the time.

The man saw a flash of surprise in my eyes and was covered up.

I have to say, this man does match the image in my heart. The first feeling I get from the Western Restaurant is elegance, and the first feeling this man gives me is that of a gentleman.

"I am …"

"She's my boyfriend."

Just as I was about to introduce myself, Sister Wen's indifferent voice floated over from my side. At the same time, Sister Wen tightened her grip on my arm.

The man in the suit opposite us stretched out his hand towards me, and with a warm smile on his face, he froze on the spot.