He Huaiyan had just fastened the first button of his shirt. He looked coldly and glanced at her coldly. He slowly fastened all the cufflinks before replying, "Xu Zhu sent the things to your cheongsam shop."

He turned around and went to the bedside table to get his watch, and saw the icy blue butterfly tattoo on Nanhou's back. In fact, the first time he had it done, he was a little stunned when he saw it. It didn't suit her temperament.

Nanhu noticed it and took the initiative to speak, "Mr. He is interested in my tattoo?"

Seeing that he was silent, Nan Hu continued: "Most people think that butterflies only suck dew and nectar."

"In fact, butterflies can also suck blood, but the butterfly itself does not have the ability to cut through the skin to suck blood. It is just because the blood contains rich salts and amino acids that butterflies need. Even sweat, tears, and mud puddle butterflies can suck it."

He Huaiyan paused for half a second when he heard this, looked straight at her with his deep eyebrows, and a voice escaped from his thin lips: "It is in line with Miss Nan's temperament."

Of course, Nanhu could hear that his words were sarcastic to her, but it didn't matter, she wasn't here to fall in love with him.

In fact, the butterfly tattoo on Nanhou's lower back not only has the special meaning of her liking for butterflies, but also has a more important purpose, which is to cover her birthmark.

He Huaiyan glanced at her lightly.

"She is coming back. Do you need me to help you find a man to help you in the future? Anyway, Miss Nan is like a butterfly. As long as it is what you need, she is not picky."

To be honest, she should have expected it. Three days after the news of Xie Wanrou's return to China made headlines in Hong Kong media, she knew that it was time to end the banquet with He Huai.

She smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. He will help me look for someone."

Although she knew very well that it was just He Huaiyan's casual remarks. If it was really over, there would be no time left to help her find the next person.

…

Nanhu didn't stay in the villa for long and left at about the same time as He Huaiyan.

He doesn't live here, and she doesn't like staying here.

It's not like we were in a romantic relationship. To put it mildly, this villa was just a place for trysts. After every fun session, everyone should go back to their respective homes.

Nanhu drove directly back to the cheongsam shop. As soon as she opened the door and walked in, Su Lixiu called.

Su Lixiu: "Hanhan, do you want to go home and stay tonight?"

Nan Hu glanced at the eye-catching orange-red exquisite paper box on the wooden table. As expected, the things sent by the He Huai Banquet were already there, "Aunt Lixiu, I won't return the cheongsam I wore in the store to catch up with the guests at night."

Su Lixiu said with concern: "Well, be careful not to stay up too late and close the store early."

Nanhu: "Yeah, you should go to bed early. Has Jiawen gone home?"

Before Su Lixiu could say anything, Nan Hu heard Nan Jiawen shouting on the other side of the phone, "Mom, tell her to stop worrying about me. She is more annoying and nagging than you."

Su Lixiu slapped him hard on the shoulder and immediately lectured Nan Jiawen, "Your sister cares about you."

Nan Jiawen was so painful that he quickly complained about the pain.

Nan Huan held the phone in her ear and heard Nan Jiawen's wailing. She bent her eyes and smiled, "Aunt Lixiu, you have to take good care of Nan Jiawen. I'm busy first."

After hanging up the phone, Nan Hu lowered her eyes, opened the WeChat chat box with the other party, curled her lips, and sent: [Good night].

She put her phone on the wooden table and opened the orange-red cardboard box. Inside was a new bag from the Hermès Birkin series.

She glanced at it briefly, but seemed not very interested. She reached out and touched the gold card in her bag, and then she smiled.

Outside the cheongsam shop, under the dim streetlight, the man's deep-set facial features were hidden in a black Maybach S680 car.

He Huaiyan looked sideways slightly, lowered the car window, and looked at Nanhou inside through the glass display window outside the store, taking in all her every move.

He looked sarcastic, this woman is really superficial, easy to get rid of, is she satisfied with a bag and a high-end beauty card?

He didn't read any more and told the driver in a cold voice, "Go to vk bar in Tsim Sha Tsui."

Nanhu played with the golden card and turned it over, silently meditating. She finally had a chance to get close to that person - Meng Lanhui.

Meng Lanhui will definitely appear at Shilin Beauty Club at 3 pm on the 10th of every month. This is her whereabouts that people have to follow for a long time.

If it weren't for the gold membership card given by He Huaiyan, she really wouldn't be able to get in.

This high-end beauty club only accepts senior members, and VIP members can only get a place by recommending each other in the circle. Ordinary people have no way to enter.

Although Nanhu didn't know how He Huaiyan obtained the gold card, in Hong Kong City, he could be said to be able to dominate the world with one hand.

Hands... those hands, with distinct joints and slender fingertips, lingering with a faint smell of agarwood tobacco.

Nanhou closed her eyes, and her mind repeatedly flashed the image of the hands on her shoulders, then down, then resting on her waist...

The car was driving slowly, He Huaiyan closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the car. At this time, his phone vibrated in his suit pants. He thought it was a work message, so he took it out and opened it to see that Chi Xiuqi was @him in the WeChat group.

Chi Xiuqi: [He San, are you looking for a woman?].
Chapter completed!