Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 238 The Notorious Two-Faced Fairy 1

In the high-end bars with bright lights and bustling crowds, luxury is everywhere, and rich young masters and young ladies are enjoying themselves and exchanging interests unscrupulously in the world of fame and fortune that belongs to young people.

This is Yuese, the largest bar in Taipei City, and also the most luxurious one. It has a high-priced membership system, and those who can come here are not simple people.

Similarly, most of those who appear here are idle young people from aristocratic families or playful dandies.

So, when Song Jingheng, wearing a white shirt, gold-rimmed glasses and looking bookish, appeared in the bar, it was so sudden that everyone couldn't help but look sideways for a moment.

Those who knew him and those who didn't were all stunned by his appearance.

He has picturesque eyebrows, outstanding character, deep facial features, a complexion as white as jade, lips as red as blood. His extremely impactful appearance has given him a cool and elegant demeanor, as pure as a chrysanthemum.

He deserves to be hailed as the greatest genius scientist of this century. With his looks, I'm afraid no one can match him.

What makes people even more jealous is that, besides his good looks and good character, his family background is also extremely prominent. As the only son of the Song family, the wealth he will inherit in the future will probably allow him to directly rank among the top three richest people in the world.

Such an existence is undoubtedly a unique and popular commodity for everyone.

That's why when he shows up, some people become eager to hunt for beauty or make friends with him.

But the next second, they saw the boss of Yuese, Lu Jinan, coming towards him with a wild smile, putting his arm around his shoulder in a familiar manner, and taking him to the second floor. Everyone then stopped in disappointment.

"Tsk tsk, Ah Heng, you should come to my place more often. Look at the way those people's eyes are shining. I'm afraid that just a casual remark from you can earn me half a year's money."

Lu Jinan, with his lips curled in a smile, looked frivolous, his handsome and charming eyes full of teasing as he looked his childhood friend up and down.

"I'm not saying anything, just look at your height of 1.92 meters, your thin waist and long legs, your shoulders and abdominal muscles, even if you just stand there and don't say anything, there will be a lot of rich women rushing to give you money."

Song Jingheng glanced at him expressionlessly, "If you still want your hand, take it away from me."

Although his tone was cold, Lu Jinan knew that this was the limit of his tolerance. If it were someone else, they would probably be crippled before they even touched him.

No wonder he is still a virgin in his thirties. Judging from his appearance, he will never get married in his life.

Lu Jinan snorted and wisely let go. When he pushed open the door of the private room, the smell of alcohol hit him in the face.

Qu Zhuo, who was crying while hugging his good brother Zhuang He, wiped his snot and tears all over him and wailed, "I treated her so well. I had all the bags, jewelry and luxury goods without her. How could she dump me just like that? How inhumane!"

The veins on Zhuang He's forehead were throbbing, and he said patiently, "I'll say it again, get out of my way."

“No!” Qu Zhuo cried loudly, “It’s not easy for the four of us to get together, and I’m not allowed to release my emotions?! I don’t care, today I’m the birthday girl, I’m going to fucking cry!!”

Lu Jinan was given a headache by his noise. He sat on the sofa, crossed his legs and casually placed them on the coffee table, and spoke casually.

"Isn't she just a little internet celebrity? If you want one, I have one here. Her figure and appearance are no worse than the one you have."

As if he had thought of something, Lu Jinan's eyes showed a hint of sarcasm, and he said casually as if he was handling a small toy: "But that one is greedy and very ambitious. I haven't touched him yet. If you want, I'll give it to you to train."

Song Jingheng had no interest in what they were talking about, but was a little impatient with Qu Zhuo's loud voice, so he stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with a wine glass in hand.

The one-way visible glass does not face the outside, but rather the lights and nightlife in the hall on the first floor. The excellent position allows one to clearly see everything on the first floor.

Extremely boring.

Song Jingheng was about to look away when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure staggering out from the corner.

She was wearing black high heels and a red halter dress. She was tall, with a slender waist, and her round and plump figure perfectly outlined her graceful curves.

She seemed to be drunk and could not even walk steadily. When she held on to the wall and lifted up her long hair that fell on her chest, her beautiful and charming facial features were completely exposed.

Lu Jinan happened to say from behind: "What does she look like? She's pretty. No, I should say very pretty. Her fox eyes are like spring water. When her eyes move, the little mole at the end of her eyes is very attractive."

As if reminded by his words, Song Jingheng's gaze subconsciously fell on the corners of her eyes.

Fortunately, the distance was not far and his eyesight was not bad.

He saw the little mole.

It is really beautiful when applied on the skin as white and tender as porcelain jade and reflected with the red at the corner of the eye.

Song Jingheng's eyes were dark, he raised his head and drank the wine in his hand, and heard the people behind him sneer: "But forget it, that little thing is vulgar and bad, playing very happily among the rich kids, I don't know how many times it has passed through the hands, it's very dirty."

As if hearing the sneer from this side, Qing Wan on the first floor refused another person's help and raised her eyelids to look towards the second floor.

Nothing could be seen through the glass, but the overwhelming black fog kept pouring out.

For Qing Wan, who had just escaped from Hong Yu's pursuit, this made her stomach hurt. Not to mention her appetite, she just hoped she wouldn't vomit.

She really didn't want to see this terrible existence again, so she endured the pain in her spirit, waved away the people who came over to see her off, and walked straight away from the moonlight.

I took a taxi all the way home, pushed open the old and rusty iron door, and saw a man and a woman making love on the sofa in the living room.

The ground was littered with underwear, leftover takeout was scattered everywhere, and a mixture of unpleasant smells filled the air.

Qing Wan: “…”