From Xiangjiang Martial Arts in the 70s

Chapter 82

Wu Changyun waited in the hall, not only sighed in his heart, but he was spending everywhere in other places, and he had to pay for things if he wanted to get things done.

"Is this the cost of taking your sister on a trip?"

Wu Changyun has no concept of these daily consumptions at all, because the fast food restaurant that Chang Sihu runs for himself is now enjoying the dividends of development, with a monthly income of 30 to [-].

The catering industry is worthy of the word huge profits. Recently, because Fushun has encountered problems, Wu Changyun has not touched the funds in Fushun's hands.

But come to think of it, even at Wu Changyun's request, even if it was a deal with the liar Bai Yu, Fushun would honor it.

In Wu Changyun's words, although Fushun lost the money that could be earned, what the tenants lost was real hard-earned money, and they must act with conscience.

Finally, when the front desk came back, the other party called the waiter from nowhere, and brought the plates and wine directly to the hotel.

"This?"

"I told people that if you want to buy the whole bottle and the most expensive seafood in the store, their boss is willing to send it over."

The boy at the front desk said with a face like a clever ghost.

It seems that most of the money I gave out was full, but it doesn't matter.

Wu Changyun sent the waiters to the door of the corresponding floor, then told them to leave, and walked in with two plates and a bottle of wine.

"Why so long?"

Zhao Yazhi sat on the bed with some sleepiness, showing her fair knees and thighs.

Seeing the steamed golden garlic lobster on the plate, Zhao Yazhi's sleepiness was swept away. Sure enough, no matter what level girls are, the best way to capture them is food.

Accompanied by the two eating a big meal, Wu Changyun finally felt that the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.

After eating, he took a bath again, and Wu Changyun turned off the light smoothly.

Holding a champagne glass in one hand, he forced Zhao Yazhi to the window sill, and helped her to the window sill under the moonlight. Zhao Yazhi didn't expect to be in this position, but then she was resisted by Wu Changyun's body.

"This body."

Zhao Yazhi looked at Wu Changyun's upper body, it was the first time she saw such a type.

When putting on clothes, you need to stand closer to see Wu Changyun's figure, and the change is obvious when you take off your clothes.

There are some muscle groups that are often overlooked, and there are parts that are particularly difficult to train. Wu Changyun has done very well.The main reason is that Wu Changyun learned how to exercise more effectively in order to maintain his figure before time travel.

"What are you doing, don't make trouble, the fence behind is hitting me."

"Ok?"

Wu Changyun was pushed by Zhao Yazhi, and the wine in her hand spilled out. Now Zhao Yazhi suddenly bumped into the cold iron railing, and she could feel the coolness through her clothes.

Zhao Yazhi shrank suddenly in the direction of Wu Changyun, but she snuggled into his arms as a whole.

Hearing that Zhao Yazhi was called out softly by Liang, Wu Changyun didn't know that she had bumped into the fence.

. . . . . .

After a night, it was almost noon when I woke up again.

Wu Changyun looked at the half-drunk wine bottle. Fortunately, he bought foreign wine, which does not hurt and is easy to break.

On the end of the day, he took Zhao Yazhi to the auction, planning to buy some things at the venue and return to Hong Kong. The auction venue was basically filled with works of art, with various paintings hanging on the walls, and exquisite works of art in the display cabinets. Engraving and jewelry.

Wu Changyun looked at the jewelry inside through the glass of the display cabinet and said, "Isn't this kind of thing made to be given to people?"

"Of course."

"Do you like it?" This was the first sentence that appeared in Wu Changyun's mind, but he didn't ask.

It can be seen that Zhao Yazhi's expression does not have the slightest material joy, she seems to be more calm about these things.

"It seems that you have no interest in these things."

"I like these things very much, but I only intend to appreciate them this time, and I don't want you to give them to me." Zhao Yazhi said.

Wu Changyun was a little puzzled.

"These things are indeed very precious to ordinary girls, but they are worthless to you, so I don't need them either." Zhao Yazhi replied with a smile.

This woman is really difficult to deal with, Wu Changyun sighed in his heart.

If Yuan Aijia had brought him here, he would probably have started buying and buying, but Yuan Aijia herself is a little rich woman, so she didn't need to pay for it at all.

The two stopped in front of one of the paintings. Wu Changyun didn't understand these paintings, but just watched the lines on the paintings and the meticulousness of the brushwork. He couldn't help admiring the owner of the paintings.

"It is amazing to be able to show light and shadow so realistically."

As soon as Wu Changyun said this, a young man in business clothes came over, stood beside Zhao Yazhi, looked at the painting and sighed: "This painting is made by the contemporary artist D·vitcor. realistic style."

"The most important thing is." The young man looked dull at Zhao Yazhi.

Out of politeness, Zhao Yazhi smiled back at him.

"I think this gentleman must be very interested in this painting, so I don't need to say more." The young man smiled politely.

Wu Changyun glanced at him indifferently, which was enough to show Wu Changyun's disgust.

"It seems that I misunderstood. It seems that the master only stays at the level of appreciation of this painting." The young man chuckled and continued to talk, telling his understanding of this painting.

"この方は何を言っていますか?" Zhao Yazhi asked the young man, brushing her hair.

The young man's face was ashen, he didn't know what Zhao Yazhi was talking about.

Seeing the troubled expression on the young man's face, Zhao Yazhi turned her head and whispered to Wu Changyun, and the two showed a smirk.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, just keep talking."

Wu Changyun can actually speak a few simple sentences in Japanese, so it is more than enough to fool the other party.

The young man didn't expect Zhao Yazhi to be a Japanese, and he couldn't hear what he said just now, so he seemed a bit clown.

"It's nothing."

The young man's witty front foot just left.

"Look at his appearance, it's embarrassing to run over at this level."

"That's right." Zhao Yazhi also murmured along with Wu Changyun's words.

"Aren't you Japanese?"

The young man turned around and stood in front of Zhao Yazhi, questioning her.

"I said I'm Japanese?" Zhao Yazhi made a grimace.

"You! Damn it."

It was the first time for the young man to see someone who dared to play tricks on him like this, but it was just because of his good looks, and he was not the same as those stinky bitches in his hands.

Just as the young man was about to step forward, he saw Wu Changyun standing in front of the pretty woman.

Wu Changyun stretched out a hand impatiently, beckoning to the young man.

"Come on, one hand is enough for me."

"Damn it, I'm really underestimated." The young man saw Wu Changyun standing in front of him and didn't even move his footsteps. No matter how he had both feet, he definitely couldn't avoid the opponent when he punched him.

The young man who thought like this and swung his fist, his face was tightly pinched by Wu Changyun's hand the next moment.

(End of this chapter)