Chapter 182 What next?

Chapter 182 What next?

Chapter 182 What next?
Staring at the text message on the mobile phone screen, Fan Wumian read it again and again.

For a while and a half.

I'm a little confused about what the female neighbor upstairs means.

Maybe it's just normal walking and asking for some advice.

However, considering Feng Ying'er's recent relationship experience and the fact that her apartment is about to expire, it seems like she is looking for a suitable next home for herself and chooses to take the initiative.

Be clear in my mind.

Provoking a beautiful canary in a cage like her, the gossip girl in school, might lead to some trouble.

But he was particularly impressed by the appearance, figure and temperament of his 20-year-old neighbor.

With fair skin, beautiful looks, black stockings and long legs, she is born to be a model or a star. It's really hard to resist.

Even if you just sign her, give her some resources, and help her become a traffic vase and cash cow, she will have the opportunity to earn tens of millions.

He was in no hurry to reply to the message.

Continue to the study, search the history, and read the comments on previous posts.

Afterwards, he held the back of his head with both hands and leaned back in the cowhide office chair.

Fan Wumian muttered to himself:

"Pretty girls are prone to slander and hostility in school, especially on the Internet, where comments are unscrupulous and it seems that we can't trust them all."

prior to.

The two of them took the elevator upstairs at the same time, which made him a little interested in Feng Ying'er.

When I first got home, I read some posts online and had some preconceived negative impressions. I was ready to give up.

But now.

It was another matter entirely if the neighbor took the initiative to send him a message and invited him upstairs to chat.

Even if he was really kept as a mistress by a rich woman, it was just a matter between girls. At least Fan Wumian did not look at her with tinted glasses, which made him feel even better.

A decision was made quickly.

He reached out and picked up the phone on the table, typed a reply and said, "Okay, swipe the card for me."

There is one apartment per floor, and you need a door card to reach the corresponding apartment floor.

Fan Wumian got up and went out.

He himself has also discovered that there are many beautiful women around him recently. He can only say that he is strong enough to enter a new circle.

If he hadn't paid more than 200,000 yuan to rent this luxurious apartment and become a celebrity and wealthy man, it would obviously be difficult for others to get in touch with such a girl.

Feng Ying'er seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and took the elevator downstairs to pick up Fan Wumian.

When we met, she smiled and said:

"I'm really sorry to bother you. Actually, before Christmas last year, I wanted to sign a contract with a modeling agency, but the boss was a psychopath. He asked his secretary to send me a hotel room card that evening."

"???"

Feng Ying'er read something from Fan Wumian's eyes and immediately clarified:
"Of course I didn't go, otherwise I might have signed a contract and become a real model. And before, I always thought that the downstairs was vacant and no one lived there. I'm sorry to disturb your rest."

It seemed like an explanation, but it brought back many memories for Fan Wumian.

I heard that skilled hunters often appear in the form of prey, but I’m not sure if I’m overthinking this.

He just replied:
"It doesn't matter. The modeling industry is just like the entertainment industry. Pretty girls like you can easily suffer losses. With your conditions, is it difficult to make a name for yourself as a print model?"

The elevator door opened, and Feng Ying'er led him to her apartment and explained:
"Occasionally, I can come across some good photo opportunities, but those bosses won't just give money to strangers to make money. In fact, my parents used to have a three-storey ancestral house near Chai Wan Park, and they also opened a decoration company. In 1995, they sold the ancestral house and immigrated. Now the house price has increased several times."

Fan Wumian asked knowingly, and said casually: "Where did the immigrants go? Wasn't it going well?"

"Well, I moved to Sydney, Australia. I didn't know anyone there and it was hard to find a good job. I wanted to move back two years ago, but I found that I couldn't afford a house here anymore."

The layout of upstairs and downstairs is similar, but the decoration styles are completely different.

The overall style is American, with brown tiles on the floor, walls painted light yellow, and matched with dark green classical sofas.

There are some photos on the shelf, including trophies for playing the violin, as well as old photos of participating in school dance performances and high jump competitions at sports meets. It is obvious that he was raised in wealth and lived a relatively refined life.

Fan Wumian then asked:

"Where are you going to live in the future, Hong Kong City?"

Feng Ying'er helped to make coffee, and brought freshly ground coffee beans, a hand-brewed kettle, a filter, etc. There were several tools on the tray.

She shook her head and said:

"I haven't made a decision yet. After I moved to Australia, I always wanted to come back, so I chose to enroll in the Chinese University of Hong Kong. But the feeling of studying here is not very good. My childhood friends and neighbors have all become distant and unfamiliar."

"It's normal, after all, we haven't been in touch for so many years."

Fan Wumian had just finished speaking.

Feng Ying'er used a grinder to grind coffee powder while saying:
"In fact, I tried to date women just out of curiosity. I never thought it would be like this before, and I didn't really feel like I was in love with a woman. Sister Wu usually took me out to dinner and took me shopping for clothes. At first I thought we were just friends. One night after drinking, she suddenly lifted my chin and kissed me."

Fan Wumian perked up and asked, "And then?"

There are not only scumbag men, but also many scumbag women in a certain circle. Turning a straight woman into a lesbian can also make people feel very fulfilled.

Feng Ying'er laughed awkwardly and said:

"And that's it."

"I thought it wouldn't hurt me anyway, so I tried dating for a while. Even though it's a little weird, it feels really good to be taken care of by someone."

"She helped me rent this place even though she knew I was sharing a house with someone else. I was feeling down because of all the different people I met at school. She helped me a lot."

She still wore the same black stockings and tight skirt. Feng Ying'er wore high heels that made a clicking sound when she walked.

This made Fan Wumian think more and felt that she was trying her best to show her most beautiful side in front of him.

It's not that I'm being sentimental.

After all, walking in high heels at home makes such a loud noise.

If she had done this at home before, Fan Wumian would have contacted the housekeeper to complain about her disturbing the neighbors.

From this we can see that it is probably only today that the situation is special.

Then there is her relationship with her ex-girlfriend.

Fan Wumian didn't ask at all. Feng Ying'er explained it herself first. The key point revealed in her words can be summed up in one sentence - "I actually like men."

A beautiful girl who feels confused about life and whose days are broken can easily arouse a man's desire to protect her.

Fortunately, I searched for information online in advance.

From the comments section of the forum, we learned that Feng Ying'er has been frequently changing her brand-name bags recently and has been living a proud and refined life, but her family conditions are average. She only has a small convenience store in a small town outside Sydney, which is run by her parents themselves.

Judging from her current situation, she has gained a luxury apartment, clothes and bags by "becoming gay", and seems to be good at taking advantage of her appearance, which makes Fan Wumian prepared in advance.

But the words came back again.

If there is no crack on the egg, how would the fly have a chance to bite?

People often talk about gold diggers, but don't the rich know what they are after? In the end, they pretend to be ignorant and both sides are happy.

Even though he was moved, he looked the girl up and down several times, and the more he looked at her, the more charming she seemed to him.

Fan Wumian was not in a hurry to extend an olive branch. He sat on a chair at the kitchen island and continued the topic:

"Your situation is common. Many women who have been heartbroken by men will feel more comfortable dating women. In fact, if you write a script and make it into a Hollywood movie, it may get a high box office. There is a Hollywood movie called Brokeback Mountain, which is about the story between two men."

Feng Ying'er was stunned.

I don't understand why the topic has been diverted to Hollywood movies.

She was indeed very interested in Fan Wumian, but unfortunately her level was not high enough and she was not very good at pursuing him.

Seeing Fan Wumian looking at her unscrupulously just now, Feng Ying'er was of course aware of it and felt complacent, just hoping to attract his attention.

If you can promote yourself as a star, or start a relationship, that would be perfect.

Because she is beautiful.

Growing up, her mother had instilled in her ideas like "marrying a rich man", and she had always been pursued and flattered by the opposite sex, so how could she not understand how charming she was.

Boil purified water to make coffee, Feng Ying'er then said with a smile:

"Then you can give it a try. I'm afraid the Chinese film industry won't work. They can't really accept these things."

"You are really amazing. You are good at singing, filming, investing, etc. No wonder Miss Zuo often comes to see you."

"I met her in the elevator once. I also saw her taking the elevator and it stopped at your floor. Are you dating?"

"It's finished."

Fan Wumian sighed secretly, dismissed the little idea in his mind, and said vaguely: "It's about the same. It's all over the news. You should have seen it."

Feng Ying'er's expression did not change, and her tone was smiling:

"She's really beautiful, and her family is so powerful. It seems like the whole building belongs to her company. I've read on the news that you've been pursuing her for several years. Now that you're a good match, there shouldn't be any problems. Is Miss Zuo a good person?"

"Very good, not as spoiled as a rich girl, otherwise I wouldn't have chased her for so long."

After listening.

Feng Ying'er tried again and said:

"Then what's the story behind your scandal with the heroine of A Quiet Place?"

"It is said that you paid a full 1000 million Hong Kong dollars to sign Miss Zhuang to your company. They are so lucky to be able to star in a movie and get paid so much."

"I think men are more attractive when they are a little bad. How come I haven't met a man like you who is both handsome and talented?"

do not know why.

Fan Wumian recalled the scene in the TV series Love Apartment where Lu Ziqiao drove a luxury car to pick up a beautiful woman. There was a classic line in the scene: "What I like is your car, not you."

Just when he was wondering whether Feng Ying'er meant that.

I saw the girl bring the coffee over.

He could have stood up straight, but he bent over to help add ice cubes. The ravine was right in front of him and it was hard not to see it.

Sometimes.

It’s really not the man’s fault that he’s a scumbag.

Some small fish not only swam around in front of me, but even jumped into the bowl on their own initiative.

In the past few months, I got used to the comfortable life where someone paid for my meals and gave me gifts when I went shopping.

Now the rent is about to expire and the living expenses are not enough. Recently, Feng Ying'er has begun to consider selling some of her favorite bags for emergency purposes.

I just asked him if he was dating Zuo Ziyan.

Seeing that Fan Wumian did not give a direct answer, Feng Ying'er had already guessed something. She began to get a little anxious, worried that the big fish would slip away.

It was a rare opportunity for us to be alone together, so I didn't bother to slowly whet his appetite and went straight to the drastic measure, trying to get some help from him by "inadvertently exposing myself".

(End of this chapter)