NOVEL NEXT Chapter 4: Chapter 4
Luo Peihong took a glass of whiskey from his hand. A gentle smile spread across his somewhat feminine face, making people feel extremely comfortable. The bartender, Edward, was already immune to such a false appearance.
Peihong took a sip of the wine and smiled, saying, "Edward, how about we make a bet? Jingdong definitely won't find his favorite Little Red Riding Hood tonight."
Edward slightly narrowed his blue eyes, gave him a cold look, and twirled the wine bottle in his hand expressionlessly. With a neat and beautiful stoop, the bottle circled around his arm, and the mouth of the bottle accurately faced the glass. The crystal - clear wine dripped into the glass without a single drop spilling.
A glass of Rob Roy slid gently across the smooth bar counter to Lan Tianyi's in front of. He skillfully took it, gracefully brought it to the tip of his nose, sniffed it carefully, raised his eyebrows with satisfaction and smiled, throwing an admiring look at Edward. Then he turned to Peihong and said, "Do you think Edward has time to deal with someone like you, a nobody? Hey! But I'm actually a bit interested in this bet." He took a sip of the wine, savoring the mellow taste with satisfaction for a while.
"Okay, let's bet - on that Ferrari I've taken a fancy to! How about it?"
Tianyi glared at him fiercely and said irritably, "You're being too ruthless, aren't you? I don't want to be your patsy. Besides, how do you know you can win? I was thinking of betting on that painting 'Prime of Life' from last month's Paris auction. Can you get it?"
Peihong chuckled, drank his wine in silence, and stopped talking. He secretly felt a bit guilty in his heart. If Tianyi knew that "Prime of Life" was his sister Peiqing's most beloved final work, he wondered if he would be so angry that he would jump up and down and beat him to a concussion?
Edward, wiping the already extremely shiny goblet, coldly glanced at them. A soft, inaudible sigh escaped from his slightly parted thin lips and disappeared in the high - decibel music.
These men who lingered in the world of love were so similar to him back then. When would they finally find their own flower of true love?
Ni Moqiang stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at herself in the mirror. A self - deprecating smile curved her lips. Her features were as beautiful as a painting, with bright eyes and white teeth. However, beauty was a bane. If she could choose again, she would rather be an ordinary woman, as ordinary as could be, rather than being called a femme fatale. How could she bear such a heavy accusation?
Her slender, jade - like fingers gently stroked her creamy cheek. After taking a bath, a faint blush appeared on her delicate cheek, so pink and smooth that it seemed to be able to drip water.
She picked up a large bath towel and wrapped it around herself. She turned around and, without looking back, shifted her gaze away from the face in the mirror that could topple cities and kingdoms.
Let's go. Jingya is waiting.
Jingya, the secretary of the business department, was also her best friend and classmate. Back then, if it hadn't been for Jingya's encouragement and support, how could she have gotten through that period of confusion and sadness?
Today was her birthday. Jingya had promised to accompany her to have a special birthday. Dark Rose was Jingya's favorite PUB. She had mentioned it many times. Today, she finally agreed to step into that place that Jingya praised repeatedly.