Chapter 171 Xiaoxue's Participation is Important
Chapter 171 Xiaoxue's Participation is Important
Yanjingtian City, large flat.
"Bang!" The door was slammed shut.
A man and a woman hugged each other tightly with tacit understanding.
"Whoosh hoot—"
Zhao Yaqian was breathing heavily, her long legs wrapped in black stockings surrounded him, her sexy and hot body was particularly charming.
She raised her head, pressed her beautiful nose against his lips, and murmured, "I got my period on April 4th last month. These few days are absolutely safe."
"So sensible!" Tang Song took a deep breath and pressed the close button of the electric curtains.
The reddish glow outside the window became narrower and narrower and gradually disappeared.
There was only a faint ambient light strip in the entire living room, and the air seemed to become scorching hot.
The 19-year-old beautician greedily felt her boyfriend's skin texture, her face full of intoxication and indulgence.
There was a rustling sound in the air.
"Brother Song, I think Xiaoxue really likes this pair of stockings. They're from Balenciaga. It would be a waste to tear them off. How about we do it another day?"
She still remembered how her boyfriend behaved last time. If he left any marks on it, she really wouldn't be able to explain to Xiaoxue.
Tang Song smiled and exerted slight force with his hands.
"His-"
Zhao Yaqian exclaimed, and quickly said, "Brother Song, the shirt and hip skirt are both Xiaoxue's."
"Go ask her how much the dress cost later, and then just pay her double the amount."
"Okay, I'll ask later." Zhao Yaqian could only silently apologize to Xiaoxue. After all, she had made a good promise when she borrowed the clothes, but now she had to break her promise.
But I have gained so much today, it would be a bit unreasonable if I couldn’t even meet my boyfriend’s small request.
When you go shopping on the weekend, you can give Xiaoxue a luxury gift to make up for it.
Zhao Yaqian, who was thinking, suddenly trembled and her eyes became blurred.
……
The setting sun in the sky was as red as blood, gradually sinking below the horizon, leaving a ray of afterglow lingering in the sky.
The colors in the sky change from orange to dark blue and then to deep black.
Lights began to light up in every corner of the city, like stars in the night sky.
Yanjing Huating, in a dim bedroom.
The slender arms hung down from the bed, emitting a faint luster, and the exquisite manicure was in intimate contact with the wooden floor.
Lin Muxue, still wearing her little dress and high heels, lay on the bed with red eyes and her lower lip bitten hard.
The image of him getting out of the car kept flashing before my eyes.
A white Bentley Continental GT, a handsome and tall boy, and a Patek Philippe inlaid with diamonds.
It turns out that watch is real.
Lin Muxue's body trembled and she sat up from the bed.
I turned on the night light beside the bed, looked around, and was stunned for a while before I remembered something.
She walked out of the bedroom, opened her Dior bag, and finally found her cell phone inside.
There are already dozens of unread messages on WeChat.
As a popular woman, and with such an outstanding personality.
Naturally, there are many suitors and bootlickers on her WeChat.
I receive a lot of greetings, weather forecasts, and sentimental texts every day.
In addition, there are some messages from colleagues and friends.
Lin Muxue's fair and slender fingers slid down several pages and finally found the familiar yet unfamiliar name.
The avatar is an anime character, and his nickname is "Tang Song".
Click on the chat box.
【Tang and Song Dynasty: Make a friend.jpg】
[Tang Song: "Good evening, why didn't I see you at the negotiation reception tonight?"]
【Lin Muxue: "I am only responsible for signing in, and will not participate in the subsequent cocktail party."】
[Tang Song: "OK, okay. You are an employee of Rongxin Venture Capital, so your office should be on the 19th floor of Yunxi Building, right?"]
【Lin Muxue: "Well, I'm a little sleepy. Let's go to bed early. Good night."】
...
Lin Muxue scratched her hair hard.
I thought of a few points that Zhao Yaqian mentioned during lunch.
She met her boyfriend in a barber shop. He was not outstanding at that time, but later she found out that he was very rich. They had just had a deep conversation two days ago, and he immediately promised to support her for life.
I could have done it!
A young and handsome boyfriend, a $1 million trust, $1400 million in annual maintenance fees, luxury cars, a large apartment, charity dinners, business jets, international fashion weeks, and luxury cruises.
Lin Muxue's vision suddenly became blurred and she burst into tears with her head in her hands.
Regret entangled her like a poisonous snake that ate at her bones.
The opportunity I had always dreamed of appeared before my eyes, but I watched it slip away, and the guy was the one I had fallen in love with.
After a while, the crying gradually stopped.
Lin Muxue kicked off her high heels, washed her stained face, and fell headfirst onto the soft bed.
"Ding Dong——" the WeChat notification sounded on her phone. But she didn't have the heart to read it.
"Ding Dong——" it rang again.
She raised her head, with a few strands of long black hair still stuck to the corners of her lips.
He casually picked up his phone and glanced at it, his eyes widening slightly.
[Yisha Beauty Salon-Qianqian: "Xiaoxue, how much did you pay for the clothes I'm wearing today?"]
[Isha Beauty Salon - Qianqian: "I'm sorry, dear, I accidentally stained your clothes. I'll compensate you and you can buy a new one, okay?"]
"Dirty?" Several images flashed through Lin Muxue's mind.
After hesitating for a moment, he replied, "It's okay, I'll just wash it. After all, I've worn it for a while."
If it was Tang Song, she wouldn't mind.
After a while.
[Yisha Beauty Salon - Qianqian: "Well, I'll give you compensation. My boyfriend accidentally damaged it. Honey, can you calculate how much the shirt + hip skirt + stockings cost in total?"]
Broken?
Lin Muxue was stunned and felt a little distressed at first.
Although she has a lot of clothes, there are only a few of them that are real luxury items.
In order to please Zhao Yaqian, she also showed her own face.
Then, several violent images flashed through my mind again.
Torn stockings, lifted up skirt, open shirt.
Thinking that those were still his clothes, he couldn't help but shiver all over and his body felt slightly hot.
What's this strange sense of participation?
But in this case, the clothes are indeed scrapped.
Biting her lip, she replied, "I bought it two months ago. Let's consider it second-hand. It's 6000 yuan."
After sending the message, her eyes flashed and she changed the WeChat note to "Qianqian".
After a while, "Buzz buzz buzz—"
【Qianqian: "Transfer: 20000.00 yuan, please receive the payment"】
【Qianqian: "I remember you said that this set of Prada clothes costs more than 10,000 yuan, plus the stockings from Balenciaga, let's call it 20,000 yuan. I'm sorry, Xiaoxue."】
Looking at the four bright zeros behind the 2, Lin Muxue pursed her lips, feeling both happy and jealous.
The total cost of her clothes was only about 12 or 13 thousand yuan.
When the beautician treated her to a Western meal at noon, she had a painful expression on her face, but now she transferred 20,000 yuan to her without hesitation.
It’s really different!
This is the canary with an annual salary of tens of millions!
She was so envious that her teeth were about to ache.
I clicked on the payment button and looked at the number 3.8 in my WeChat balance, and tears welled up in my eyes again.
Less than 1 yuan per day.
After wiping away her tears, Lin Muxue hesitated for a moment and sent a voice call invitation.
The money was accepted, but in order to maintain a good sisterly relationship, I still had to be polite and courteous.
The call invitation was sent for a while, and just when she was about to hang up, the call was finally connected.
Zhao Yaqian's dry, rough, and somewhat hoarse voice came from the other side: "Hello, Xiaoxue."
Lin Muxue was startled and asked nervously, "Qianqian, are you okay?"
According to her understanding, normal ML time would not be too long.
How could such a young and energetic girl like Qianqian be turned into this.
Could it be some game?!
It’s really hard to earn this tens of millions annual salary!
Zhao Yaqian in the receiver took a sip of water and said weakly, "I'm fine. I'm sorry, Xiaoxue, for ruining your clothes."
Lin Muxue said softly: "It's okay, in fact, this set of clothes doesn't cost so much money, I'll take the extra money first, and then give you a Dior bracelet."
With good emotional intelligence, she naturally knew how to quickly get closer to Zhao Yaqian.
If we owe each other some favors, the friendship will naturally deepen with the interaction.
"Thank you, Xiaoxue. When the weekend comes, you can go shopping with me and I will give you a gift." Zhao Yaqian smiled happily.
The two chatted for a few more minutes and agreed on a time and place.
"That's it, I won't disturb your rest."
"Bye Xiaoxue."
Lin Muxue said "bye" gently, and just as she was about to hang up the phone, she heard Zhao Yaqian's exclamation from the receiver.
Then, there was another burst of chaotic and strange noises.
"This..." Lin Muxue was stunned. She originally wanted to hang up the voice call, but in the end she couldn't help but click on the speaker.
Lin Muxue was probably really sick.
He tossed and turned in bed, his face flushed.
This sadness comes for no reason.
Tears soaked the two pillows at the head of the bed.
One is hers, and the other is also hers.
(End of this chapter)