He Wei's room is very small. It's better to be clean and tidy.
"Lord Huo must have never lived in such a poor house." He smiles, his eyes never look at Huo Yue.
Huo Yue said: "my parents just passed away. My uncle swallowed all my belongings. When I came to Yuecheng alone, I slept on the road for more than half a year."
He Wei looked at him in surprise.
Why did he suddenly talk about his past.
"I can't afford such a good house when I'm your age." Huo Yue said again.
He Wei pursed his lips: "are you comforting me?"
"Well." Huo Yue said truthfully.
The memory in He Wei's heart finally faded, and she pressed it to the deepest place in her heart. When she looked at Huo Yue's eyes again, she didn't feel so burning.
"Would you like tea?" He Wei also said, looking at the time at the same time.
"No, let's go." Huo Yue Road.
They went downstairs together and happened to meet a Jewish woman at the gate of the first floor.
The Jewish woman was very enthusiastic: "Miss Ho, is this your fiance? You're so handsome. You're a good match. "
He Wei's ears were blazing, and he quickly explained that he was not his fiance, but a friend he knew.
"Oh, I thought it was Miss He's fiance. You're a perfect match." Repeated the Jewish woman.
He Wei wry smile: "I don't deserve it."
She was very embarrassed. Later she thought that Huo Yue might not speak English and could not understand what other people said. She was relieved.
This time, there was a driver. She and Huo Yue sat in the back seat, and neither of them spoke.
Like the last time we met, Huo Yue didn't speak much and seemed to be worried.
He Wei only cares about his own emotions.
In the twinkling of an eye, the car arrived at the song and dance hall. The English speaking Indian waiter opened the door. He said hello to Huo Yue and led him to the reserved seat.
Huo Yue then said: "give me a window seat on the second floor. I won't be in the front row."
Every song and dance hall, the place closest to the stage, has more than ten chairs, which are reserved for guests who are rich or expensive. After singing, the singers need to accompany the guests with wine.
It's not surprising that Huo Yue is a distinguished guest tonight.
It's amazing that he can speak English, although it's a little strange and stiff, and he can understand it.
He Wei was frozen.
She remembered the words of the Jewish woman in front of her house. Huo Yue also heard that at that time. What would he think?
He Wei did not dare to look into his eyes.
She thought about it carefully, and she did show that she was not worthy of Huo Yue, so she was able to wash off the suspicion that she wanted to stick him again?
"Mr. Huo, do you speak English?" He Wei's face is still a little stiff.
Huo Yue said: "if you ask someone to teach you a little, you can't give up halfway. Now that you are going to learn, you should learn well. Otherwise, you will be useless? "
He Wei's heart seems to be pulled down by something.
What does he mean by that?
She can't think much, she has to be sentimental when she thinks about it.
Just at this time, three female colleagues came together. They were all British. They were very warm and said hello to He Wei.
"Mr. Huo, I'll go first." He Weidao.
She almost ran away.
The elegant room set by their bank is on the third floor. It can accommodate about twenty or thirty people. You can see the beauty contest downstairs.
Several of my colleagues arrived first and talked about when Mr. Leighton would come.
A moment later, Zhang Zhu also came.
She saw he Wei, there was a faint smile on her lips, regardless of the past and He Wei said hello.
Then, on the pretext of going to the bathroom, she went downstairs, found the little foreman of the song and dance hall, gave him a handful of money and asked, "how's the arrangement?"
"I arranged it yesterday afternoon. Don't worry." Little foreman road.
Huo Yue just passed by and looked at Zhang Zhu.
Zhang Zhu also saw him, a glance at random, her face inexplicably Red: for a long time did not see such a temperament and handsome man.
He should not be young, but he did not damage his handsome, his manner with elegant, and particularly luxurious clothes, like a rich family born professor.
Zhang Zhu is unmarried woman after all, reserve let her hold, did not catch up.
Huo Yue returned to his seat. When Xijiu came, he told Xijiu: "pay attention to the back. Don't let Miss he catch other people's way."
Xijiu said, "don't worry. Lao sun is an old friend of mine. He used to be the leader of Qingbang. He knows the importance of it. No one dares to bully miss he here. "
As expected, He Wei and his colleagues didn't see Mr. leiduner and Mr. Ghent at 7:30, only a few of them.
"I invited you to the beauty pageant. I heard there was a surprise tonight." Zhang Zhu suddenly said.
People were surprised.The invitation they received was supposed to be Mr. Leighton's welcome party.
"Why, don't you know? Then I spent money in vain. " Zhang Zhu pretended to be aggrieved.
They quickly raised their glasses to Zhang Zhu.
You don't have to spend money and drink. You can watch such a fun beauty pageant. Relax on Sunday. Although colleagues are disappointed, they won't leave without knowing good or bad.
They also asked Zhang Zhu: "what's the happy event? Do you want to pay so much?"
Zhang Zhu said with a smile: "I just want to give a surprise."
"What a surprise?" He Wei also asked.
Zhang Zhu looked at her with a smile, especially happy, because He Wei will soon know what kind of surprise it is.
She believes that this is enough for entertainment for several years, and after Mr. Ghent knows he Wei's value, he will probably attack him and never harass Zhang Zhu again.
Zhang Zhu wants to step He Wei into the mud.
The beauty pageant on stage begins.
The singers and dancers, all of them, are for appreciation and evaluation.
Zhang Zhu explained to his European colleagues, "in our custom, such women are all prostitutes, just another name."
The colleagues said, "isn't it a performer?"
"No, they just learned the fashionable way to call it. In essence, they are cunts. Who gets on the stage, who gets the status Zhang Zhu continued.
He Wei took a sip of wine lightly.
Zhang Zhu's remaining light glances at her, these explanations are nothing more than the foreshadowing for calculating He Wei.
At this point, the twelve contestants finished their performance, and then came number 13.
Zhang Zhu was a little excited because she knew that He Wei, the performer who participated in the beauty contest on the 13th, was arranged by her.
As long as He Wei is named in full view of the public and known by her colleagues that she is actually a contestant in the jinu competition, she will never want to mix in the branch.
Even if she is shameless and perseveres, she is in a very bad situation. The lustful Mr. Ghent will not let him go.
Zhang Zhu nervously looked at the stage, and then heard the stage read: "contestant No. 13, Miss Zhang Zhu, a Chinese named Catherine in English."
Colleagues were shocked and looked at Zhang Zhu.
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