Yan Mingzhu's face turned green with anger. She subconsciously looked at Luo Jinchuan. Seeing that his expression was as usual, she felt relieved and turned to yell at Yan Ruke: "Don't talk nonsense. Brother Jinchuan doesn't like that kind of woman."
Yan Ruke sneered.
That kind of woman? That kind of woman can easily win the favor of all men, even if they just want to sleep with her.
…
At the boarding gate, Jiang Lai handed Yan Qingsi a thick envelope: "Miss Qingsi, this is given to you by the young master as your reward for that night."
Yan Qingsi opened it and saw that it was full of green foreign currencies.
Yan Qingsi laughed at herself, "His conscience hasn't been eaten by the dog yet."
"Then I'll go back first. Have a nice trip."
"Wait a moment."
Yan Qingsi took out her lipstick mirror and touched up her makeup, then took out a brand-new banknote from the envelope and printed a bright red lip mark on it: "Give it to your master, this is his service fee, and tell him by the way, I was very dissatisfied with his performance that night."
Jiang Lai suddenly felt that the lip-stamped banknote was a bomb, whether he picked it up or not.
Finally, Yan Qingsi stuffed the banknotes into his pocket.
The plane took off, and Yan Qingsi took one last look at the familiar city below.
She wants to remember the appearance of this city and the faces of those people, always reminding her that she has yet to avenge her.
The plane entered the clouds and Yan Qingsi looked away. She accidentally saw a corner of the envelope exposed and couldn't help but sneer. Everyone said that Yan Qingsi was a mistress and seemed to have stolen each of their men. But after all, the man she had really slept with was , but there is only one Yue Tingfeng...
And for this man, it was his deliberate intentions.
A cold and charming smile appeared on the corner of Yan Qingsi's lips. It didn't matter, she pissed him off. Sooner or later, when she met, she would fulfill their wishes and seduce all their men.
…
Two hours later, Jiang Lai handed the hundred-yuan note to Yue Tingfeng with both hands: "Master, this... Miss Qingsi asked me to give it to you."
After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Lai said Yan Qingsi's words intact.
Yue Tingfeng…
In the center of the green banknote, there was a red lip print. Those lips, which he had kissed not long ago, were soft, fragrant, and sweet, and could arouse all the desires of a man.
But now, Yue Tingfeng swore that if that woman was still in front of him now, he would bite her lip hard.
… … … … Time dividing line … … … …
Three years later…
At the Los Angeles Airport, exit T2 is crowded with people. The international flight from Country M to Los Angeles has just arrived.
Her long black hair was like seaweed, rising and falling behind her shoulders as she walked. The wide sunglasses covered half of her snow-white face. The red lips under the sunglasses became more eye-catching and enchanting. The sound of her thin high heels as she walked by was like The drum beat in her heart, the early spring windbreaker jacket that had just been exhibited at the fashion week, looked even more beautiful on her than the model, charming and handsome, and seemed to be full of charm.
Among thousands of people, she is as dazzling as a gem in the gravel, shining brightly and looking forward to it.
Some pedestrians passing by couldn't help but pick up their mobile phones and secretly take photos.
Some girls discussed in a low voice.
"Are you a celebrity? Your friend looks like a superstar."
"It looks a bit similar. Did he come back from abroad?"