This woman, Duke Jialan, is a gorgeous woman without any makeup. She is dressed in a purple cheongsam. That kind of purple is rare. On the cuff is a purple rose. It is bright and dazzling. The flower is the same as a person.

She has a very delicate face, scarlet lips, and long hair, fixed with a wooden hairpin. There is no aura of aloofness, but she has a charm and classical charm that easily fascinates people.

In this hotel, she is like a beautiful and graceful scenery.

She really wanted to treat Zhao Fanchen to dinner.

Duke Jialan sat down opposite Zhao Fanchen. She was really charming when she smiled. With her face and expression, Zhao Fanchen had the illusion of being burned by the sun. Although Zhao Fanchen had never seen it before, but soon

Zhao Fanchen saw it, because this woman now

She was smiling. She was a woman who was feared by many men. I didn't expect that she would have such a sunny and pure smile. She looked at Zhao Fanchen like Zhao Fanchen looked at a beautiful woman and said: "What? I hate this place."

, or the English they speak?”

Zhao Fanchen, who was very ignorant, looked at Duke Jialan as if he had never seen the dazzling white thighs of women in the city, and said: "I have never hated beautiful women. To be precise, I hate them speaking English.

"Although I am a fugitive and may not be qualified to say these words, I still love my country very much because she is indeed worthy of my love."

Duke Jialan didn't look angry at all. Instead, he concentrated on understanding this man who spoke in an ordinary way and dressed in ordinary clothes. He said in a rather approving tone: "To be honest, I also hate them speaking English, but I can

Let me reveal a little secret to you."

No one would have thought that this woman with clear eyes was the Duke of Jialan, who was feared by many people. That woman was as vicious as a snake or scorpion in many people's mouths. She leaned up and slowly approached Zhao Fanchen, able to

He could clearly feel the fragrance of roses on her body, which was very pure. He stopped a few centimeters away from Zhao Fanchen's face and whispered: "Actually, you can order food at this place even if you don't speak English.

"

Who would have thought that the woman who could control everything in Chinatown and run the arms smuggling business to South Africa would eat here, and she would also eat with Zhao Fanchen, a person she had only met once, and she would not be acquainted with her at all.

Zhao Fanchen continued to praise this woman recklessly. She was very beautiful, but no one had dared to praise her before. This guy didn't realize it and said: "With such a beautiful face in front of me, how can I care?

What can we eat? It’s beautiful and delicious.”

Slowly retracting her body, like a precious Persian cat, extremely delicate, she held up her little finger, the nails on it were very long and a little bent, and said patiently: "No one has ever praised me before, they

Everyone is afraid of me. In the past, many people wanted to invite me.

Eat, but they all died. Until now, I have forgotten that I am still a beautiful woman. I have heard a saying that if a man truly praises a woman's beauty, the woman will feel happy. Do you think

Don’t you want to know how I feel now?”

Standing not far behind Duke Zijialan, several men cast envious glances, because being able to have dinner with such a beautiful woman is a very happy thing. Now it seems that these two people

They seem to be very close to each other, as if they have known each other for a long time. What men call flirting is often called feelings by women. Flirting needs a reason, but feelings don't need a reason.

Taking the menu and flipping through a few pages, Zhao Fanchen raised his head and looked at Duke Jialan seriously and honestly. He was looking blatantly, not peeping, and said with a smile: "I think, to tell the truth, I really want to! But now I

What I want to know more is what kind of food do you like to eat?"

He tilted his head and thought carefully, then sat down again. Duke Jialan tapped the edge of the table with his fingers, as if he could see someone's thoughts. Zhao Fanchen was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect this.

A woman actually has such a pure and charming side. I heard her say slowly: "I have never been picky about food, but I am very picky about wine. I only drink rice wine, and I don't dislike men smoking, because I

Suck it yourself."

After searching for a long time, she took out a cigarette from her pocket and lit it for herself. The cigarette was placed on the table. Duke Jialan took it over, looked at it, and took out one. Zhao Fanchen lit it for her. A man and a woman.

Sitting face to face, smoking the same cigarette, it is interesting, really interesting. In fact, this is the most pleasant time for Zhao Fanchen to come here after almost death. After all, being able to sit with such a beautiful woman is a pleasing sight.

.

Because the menu was in English, Zhao Fanchen knew very few words for you, so Duke Jialan began to order, four dishes, one soup, and a drawer of steamed dumplings. The waitress's mouth opened.

After waiting for a long time, this was the first time she saw someone coming to such a high-end hotel. The dish she ordered was Xiao Long Bao. The waiter smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Miss, we don't make Xiao Long Bao here. Can you change it to something else?"

of?"

Duke Jialan, who was opposite him and was used to big events, seemed to be a bit unconventionally petty. Maybe it was because Zhao Fanchen, who was opposite her, was pleasing to her eyes. He crossed his hands and placed them on his lower abdomen.

, with a smile on his face, full of openness

Seeing this realization, he said to himself: "A big man who knows how to live a small life! In fact, when I was poor, I couldn't afford Xiao Long Bao, so I could only go to the food stall in Chinatown to buy a bowl of noodles. At that time, I felt

That was the best life I ever had.”

Duke Jialan didn’t have the rice wine he wanted. He had to walk a few streets to buy it. There are very few people buying rice wine now, and there are even fewer people buying good rice wine. Duke Jialan mentioned the name of a small workshop, and the waiter was helpless.

, when the woman took out a bill, the waiter's face immediately became very gentle, and she trotted out of the restaurant.

Rubbing his hands together, Zhao Fanchen showed his teeth like a rustic who has never seen the big world, and said: "Every time I attend a dance party or come to eat in a big hotel like this, which costs a lot of money, I am always not full and always hungry.

I went home with a full stomach, so I had to eat another meal after I got back. The steamed buns are more affordable, they are delicious and not only make me hungry! I didn’t eat for three days when I was on the ship.”

Duke Jialan looked at Zhao Fanchen, smiled softly, and said: "The life of stowaway on the boat is not easy. I am surprised that you can kill Akai. In fact, if you didn't kill him, I would do it.

"

During the meal, there were ten buns in a drawer, but Zhao Fanchen didn't eat any of them. He let Duke Jialan sit opposite to eat them all. He drank the rice wine warmed by the fire in an old porcelain pot and took it with him.

With the aroma of rice and a hint of earth, it tastes really good. This is what Zhao Fanchen sighed. There was not a single bit left after eating the four dishes, all the soup, and all the steamed buns.

Zhao Fanchen still felt very hungry.

Duke Jialan wiped his increasingly scarlet lips, curled up lazily on the couch, and sat by the window. The afternoon sun seemed a bit dazzling, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

That exquisite face exuded sparkling brilliance in the refraction of light, forming a clear and fuzzy image with a graceful outline. Xiaofang behind him immediately went over and closed the curtains. The dim feeling was much better.

cheongsam

The purple rose on the cuff bloomed quietly in the dim light, dazzling and struggling. Purple Rose enjoyed the tranquility in the dim light. After a while, she turned around and said

: "I don't like sentimental women, but sometimes I really can't help but feel sentimental. But this world is not what we imagined. Everyone will be changed by this world. More or less, what I said is true.

Right?"

Most women who smoke are beautiful and sad. Under those strong appearances there is a fragile and fiery heart. Once it is released, it will be out of control.

Cry for yourself and laugh for others, this is what Duke Jialan always says when there is no one around, smoking cigarettes and drinking rice wine. Only he knows whether he is living a good life or not.

Zhao Fanchen was shocked and infected by the atmosphere and scene just now. What kind of environment could create such a changeable and stubborn woman? Zhao Fanchen was very puzzled. Many people regard a woman as poison, complex and difficult to figure out.

She is sad and changeable. He is still a little addicted to the silence just now. Sometimes such a woman will surprise you, especially how changeable she is. This guy said blankly: "What?"

The woman did not explain, and smiled ficklely. It was already past five o'clock, and there were gradually more people in the hotel. Duke Jialan slowly moved his body that was curled up on the chair like a Persian cat. She

He wanted to stand up, but turned around and saw that Zhao Fanchen still had the last cigarette in his cigarette case on the table. He slowly sat down again, lit it, and lit the cigarette.

The strokes of firewood illuminated some dim corners, and the face showed deep traces of melancholy. After taking the last puff of cigarette, she quickly returned to her original expression, looked at Zhao Fanchen and said: "

You don’t want to know why I asked you to stay? Why did I invite you to dinner? And why do I sit here with you?”

For Zhao Fanchen, he only knew one of the three questions, but that didn't seem to be the point. He said nonchalantly: "You didn't tell me, how could I know? But I can be sure of one thing!

"Oh? What is it?"

"At least you don't hate me!"
Chapter completed!