radicalducati Chapter 267: The History of a Beijing Dandy Chasing a Wife 14
Chapter 267: The History of a Beijing Dandy Chasing a Wife 14
How could he possibly make an appointment with someone when she wasn't even willing to reply to his messages?
This request is simply too much to ask!
Of course, Su Muyu would not admit this frankly.
How embarrassing?
Quickly thought of a solution.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at the brother who asked the question with an inquiring look, "Why, are you more anxious than me?"
In a hurry and not steady at all!
The person who asked the question paused, looked a little reserved, and slowly lowered his raised hand.
He weakly defended himself, "No...no."
Smart people in the crowd looked at each other. How could they not know that the Second Young Master Yun simply didn't have the ability to get anyone out?
Things are not going as smoothly as he said. He is just trying to save face!
Maybe the contact information is just nonsense and exaggeration.
After obtaining the desired information, someone stepped forward to act as a peacemaker.
"Don't be angry, Second Young Master. He didn't mean it."
"Come on, why don't you drink three cups as punishment?"
"Don't ruin the mood, let's keep drinking!"
Su Muyou withdrew his gaze and chuckled.
Didn't say anything more.
This matter seemed to be simply revealed.
The wine in the glass was filled and emptied, and time passed quietly accompanied by the chattering sound.
Sitting in a booth on the first floor, you can clearly feel that there are more and more customers in the bar.
The melodious light music was also replaced by fast-paced hot songs.
People gradually entered the dance floor in the middle and swayed their waists to the music.
Colorful lights hovered overhead, and the aroma of wine from different tables mixed together, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.
Su Muyou leaned back on the sofa. This is the life of a second-generation rich kid.
The lights, wine, women and women were resplendent, extravagant and chaotic.
After a round of drinking, several bottles on the table were empty.
Someone raised his hand to call the bartender, and then placed a lot of orders.
Su Muyu watched their actions quietly, hiding a hint of smile.
These people seemed to have regained their sense of proportion overnight.
Whether it is the wine you just drank or the wine that has just been served, the price is moderate.
She was reluctant to order the fine wine from her collection, as she was obviously suffering from PTSD due to his previous refusal to pay.
Yesterday's small gathering, including two bottles of expensive whiskey, the total bill was about 700,000 or 800,000.
Su Muyu looked around vaguely, not knowing whether they would go AA or some unlucky guy would have to bear the cost alone.
He sneered in his heart.
Consumption habits can change so quickly, and these people undoubtedly know that it is unnecessary to prepare such fine wine for such a small gathering.
After all, not to mention other activities, they drink and organize parties at least eight or ten times a month.
To maintain this level, the monthly expenditure would be around 7 to 8 million.
Only Yun Shaoyang, the sucker, is willing to spend money like this.
The most disappointing thing is that not only are these friends not sincere, but almost every one of them wants to lie on him and suck more blood.
Su Muyou lowered his eyes to hide the coldness in his eyes.
Thinking of the money he had been coaxed into spending like a child giving away money, he let out a light sigh.
Distressed.
It's all about spending money. If we donate the money, how many orphanages can we support and how many public primary schools can we open?
He became even more determined to get the money back from these people.
Su Muyou raised his eyes.
He first glanced at Chen·Three Million·One, who had the deepest grudge against him.
Then look at the number one lackey Wan Mingyuan.
Have a plan in mind.
The dim light hid his little movements.
No one noticed that the second-generation rich, who had always been treated as a laughing stock in private, was sharpening their knives and plotting against them.
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Just drinking and chatting is obviously not enough to make the guys feel satisfied.
Seeing that there is a high probability that I won’t be able to eat the melon of Young Master Yun and Jian Tinghe tonight, it would be in vain to wait with anticipation.
Might as well just have fun like we always did.
Some people looked around the hall, trying to find a few "high-quality stocks".
Some people also called on their phones to ask a few pretty girls to come and add to the fun.
As soon as Su Muyou saw these people's little actions, he knew what he was going to face.
It is no exaggeration to say that as the richest and most generous of the second-generation rich, Young Master Yun is the most sought-after and popular one!
Before, there were only young girls here, but after knowing that he has fallen in love with a man, there might be a lot more young girls here tonight.
'Innocence' is at stake.
Su Muyu ran to the toilet without changing his expression.
They shook people, and he also shook people.
Of course, there is a lot of gambling involved.
He found a cubicle to sit in, took out his cell phone, and went straight to the top of the page.
All the lines of text in the dialog box were sent by him.
Good morning, good afternoon, good evening.
Have you eaten? Are you thirsty? Have you finished get off work?
I clocked in at the appointed time and asked about everyone's well-being, but received no response.
Through the screen, Jian Tinghe seemed to have completely recovered into that flower on the mountain top, out of reach.
For Su Muyu, this was the first time he had experienced being ignored and neglected.
However, he did not feel lost or dissatisfied in his heart.
Apart from the influence of the blame on himself, which is understandable, he may also have been affected by the remarks that Guaidongguai wanted to be a pervert.
Su Muyu actually found it quite novel and interesting.
After all, the other party hasn't deleted or blocked him yet.
What does this mean?
This means that Jian Tinghe was either too busy at work to check his phone, or he saw the message but was too lazy to reply!
No matter which one it was, he successfully made his presence felt.
Sooner or later, the other person will see your words of concern.
anyway.
Su Muyu lowered his voice and began to perform.
He thought for a while, mumbling into the microphone.
"Are you coming to the bar today?"
"I'm drunk again, come and take me home."
After saying that, he listened to it again.
A low bubbling sound drawn out from his throat, with a vague hint of drunkenness mixed in with anticipation.
One pass, perfect.
After the inspection, Su Muyu sent the same cute emoticon twice.
Create a feeling of shaking hands due to drinking too much.
The mischief did not stop.
He then made another voice call, which ended after two rings.
[Not intentional]
The whole series of operations was extremely smooth.
Guaidongguai was stunned, "Host, I apologize for underestimating your acting skills before."
This drunkard’s costume is so lifelike!
Su Muyou's face was indifferent to his behavior, "It's okay."
Because he himself hadn't thought of it before.
People's potential is stimulated.
At the same time, there is a saying that is true:
The man is half drunk and will act until you cry.
Thanks to the help of alcohol.
Guaidongguai was impressed by his master's temperament, and different compliments rolled around in the database.
Finally, he said: "As expected of you!"
Take it heartily.
Su Muyu didn't continue arguing with it. Seeing that the time was almost up, he left the compartment.
Ready to go back.
He didn't intend to wait here for Jian Tinghe's reply.
[crossed out] A real man never looks back at an explosion [not]
It is unlikely that the other party will immediately respond to a few voice harassment messages after acting aloof all day.
Even if it was that quick, the answer would be a rejection.
However, words and actions sometimes do not match.
Su Muyu is betting on this.