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After returning home, Lin Jiujiu took off her coat from her waist. The next second, she unconsciously picked it up and brought it to the tip of her nose.

"Wake up, why do I look like a wretched pervert?"

Reason overcame sensibility, Lin Jiujiu put the coat in the washing machine.

Now that the clothes are in hand, if we meet again next time, we have a reason to chat, which at least gives Lin Jiujiu a glimmer of hope. However, after Leng Yibai transferred to school in the second year of high school, she never saw this person again in K City, as if he had disappeared from the world.

However, the reality is that Leng Yibai, a sophomore in high school, went to Australia with his mother, and it was only a matter of 24 hours before he returned home. It was natural that he would not meet her, but Lin Jiujiu did not know this background.

The steak that was packed back was already cold and looked a bit tough. However, Lin Jiujiu was dissuaded by the series of tedious tasks of finding tableware, operating equipment, and washing after eating. She picked up the cold steak with her fork and started to chew on it.

At this time, the phone rang, and it was an unknown number.

"Hello, who is it?"

In fact, Lin Jiujiu didn't usually answer unfamiliar numbers. If it was from out of town or a number starting with 400, she would ignore it. However, the call this time was from a K city mobile phone number.

"There is a dinner tonight and you need to attend. Li Hu will pick you up later. The dress is ready and he will bring it with him. What is your shoe size?" came the man's magnetic voice on the other end of the phone.

"Hei Junche?"

Although the man went straight to the topic and did not introduce himself, after listening to the content, Lin Jiujiu could not think of anyone other than Hei Junche.

"Shoe size?" the man on the other end of the phone asked impatiently.

"37." The person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to need to pay attention to Lin Jiujiu. After getting the answer he wanted to ask, he hung up the phone.

Are all handsome guys so rude? Lin Jiujiu really wanted him to feel the harsh blows of life and the torture of society.

Although I don’t know what kind of dinner it is, it must be of high quality if both of them are required to attend it.

Lin Jiujiu returned to the room and prepared to touch up her makeup.

30 minutes later, the doorbell rang. Opening the door, Li Hu held a bag of dresses and shoe boxes and placed them at the door.

"Ms. Lin, I'll wait for you in the car outside." After saying that, Li Hu wisely exited the door.

I don't know why, but since this fat man is no longer her "quasi-husband", Lin Jiujiu is not so disgusted with his appearance.

It really proves the saying: it has nothing to do with yourself.

Picking up the things, Lin Jiujiu returned to the second floor.

Opening the black bag, there is a pure white half-length skirt inside. The texture is very good to the touch. The chiffon yarn hangs lightly on the waist, and the size of the skirt is unexpectedly suitable.

"You still have some discernment."

Lin Jiujiu turned around in front of the full-length mirror. She was very satisfied with the dress Hei Junche chose for her.

It seems that the aesthetics of straight men also vary from person to person.

I think so mainly because among the boys I have dated in the past, almost all of them have a tacit understanding of having a fascination with objects. Although it didn't reach the level of "Tsuma Separation Eyeshadow Palette", Lin Jiujiu couldn't bear to look at the color of the bouquet and the shape of the necklace every time she received it.

Opening the shoe box, he found a pair of simple apricot-colored high heels. After looking at the trademark inside the shoes, Lin Jiujiu knew that these shoes were worth a lot of money.

After getting dressed, Lin Jiujiu found suitable necklaces and earrings from the jewelry box, sprayed some nice perfume in the air, and when everything was ready, she went downstairs.

As a full-time driver, Li Hu's service can be considered five-star. He opened the door, adjusted the seat, brought warm water, blankets, and played comfortable music. These made Lin Jiujiu's rating of this man increase.

Soon, the car drove to a private club.

Surprisingly, Hei Junche was already standing at the door. He was wearing a dark blue stiff suit, his tough outline was somewhat cold, and his eyes were still cold.

The next moment, the man stretched out his hand to Lin Jiujiu. Before Lin Jiujiu could react, Hei Junche gently pulled Lin Jiujiu into his arms.

Lowering his head and getting closer, he could clearly feel his body temperature and breath. The air became hotter, making Lin Jiujiu feel that her throat was dry and her heartbeat was speeding up.

"Yes, you didn't embarrass me. It seems that you still know how to please a man. In the evening, you follow me."

Hei Junche's voice was very low, and his warm breath fell on Lin Jiujiu's ears, making her feel numb.

Not to be outdone, Lin Jiujiu clasped Hei Junche's arm, "I only please myself."

Just like that, the two held hands and entered the banquet hall.

Hei Junche's aura was fully activated, and he was full of oppression. Everyone in the banquet hall secretly looked at him. It seemed that no one wanted to mess with this man.

Lin Jiujiu also felt the pleasure of being feared. She held the man's hand tightly. It was warm and strong. She seemed to feel particularly safe being held by him. Lin Jiujiu suddenly raised her finger and scratched the man's palm.

"Don't waste time." Facing Lin Jiujiu's little move, Hei Junche lowered his head and whispered in her ear, which made Lin Jiujiu feel embarrassed for a moment. She did that action just now subconsciously, and now that she thinks about it, it does seem to be a bit of a flirtation in it.

Unlike the humble, polite and graceful guests present, Hei Junche did not give any face to anyone and looked at these all kinds of hypocritical people with disdain.

"Hey, what brought the famous Young Master Hei here? I thought no one could invite you."

In front of the bar, two young women in gorgeous clothes came to Hei Junche and Lin Jiujiu.

The person speaking had permed hair and was wearing a bright red dress with a very low neckline, revealing a large area of ​​skin on her chest. The person next to her was wearing a golden slim-fitting dress, with a small nose and a delicate mouth, looking like a kitten.

While the woman was talking, she handed Lin Jiujiu a glass of red wine. Lin Jiujiu was about to pick it up when he was stopped by Hei Junche.

"My woman doesn't drink wine from others." The man ignored the woman in the red dress and motioned to the waiter to take the wine away.

After being rejected, the woman in the red dress crossed her arms and looked arrogant, staring at Lin Jiujiu like cold needles: "Young Master Hei is still so cold. I remember a year ago, I asked Uncle Yao to think about it. I asked Mr. Hei to have dinner with him, but he was rejected repeatedly. It turns out that he is a hidden beauty in the golden house."

After the woman finished speaking, the woman in gold beside her also laughed in agreement.

"Are you worthy of eating with me?"

"Then she..." The woman was obviously a little angry and felt that she was being compared.

"She has a lot of abilities...especially..." Hei Junche took Lin Jiujiu's waist and pinched her.

"Young Master Hei is not cold to me, but he is very enthusiastic. His enthusiasm makes me a little overwhelmed." Lin Jiujiu cooperated with Hei Junche and opened up the 18-forbidden pornographic tone in front of the two women.

"Young Master Hei, do you like such a slutty woman?" The woman stamped her feet with an innocent and shy look on her face.

"I like to drink strong liquor, but I don't like 'green tea'." Hei Junche hugged the woman in his arms tightly.

After saying that, Lin Jiujiu also showed a seemingly kind smile to the woman in the red skirt, and pulled Hei Junche away from the area. Behind him, only the woman in the red skirt was left standing, with a look of anger on her slim face. Veins popped out.