Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Ji Weiheng sat up straight, picked up a piece of cantaloupe from the fruit plate and chewed it, humming softly, saying in a frivolous tone:

"What? Keep playing."

The others immediately pretended nothing had happened and raised their glasses to chat and laugh again.

He clearly wasn't putting on airs, but a simple gesture could silence everyone in the audience, and a few casual words could make others cooperate tacitly and pretend nothing had happened.

The significance is self-evident.

Gan Linlin came here with her new boyfriend to broaden her horizons.

My boyfriend’s name is Zhang Xu. He has dyed red hair, and wears a black leather jacket and leather pants. He looks ordinary, but he is rich. He is a second-generation rich man who has some fame on the Internet.

Moreover, calling him a boyfriend is just a transaction where one party wants money and the other party wants sex.

Gan Linlin originally thought that her boyfriend was a very capable person, and he let her shop in luxury stores without blinking an eye.

Now, when I see people with the same background as my boyfriend being targeted by that man, my heart beats faster.

She quietly approached her boyfriend, lowered her voice, and asked carefully:

"Brother Xu, who is this? Why do you all seem to be afraid of him?"

Zhang Xu turned around and looked at her.

The light eyes seemed to see into her heart and knew that she wanted to find someone better.

Gan Linlin stepped back, her face pale.

Zhang Xu did know her intention. In fact, none of the women they brought with them did not keep their eyes on Ji Weiheng.

If it were someone else, he would definitely be angry and embarrassed.

However, it was different for Ji Shao. This woman was someone he had just coaxed into being with. She seemed to be an internet celebrity, with a pure and pretty appearance and quite a bit of looks.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths to pursue her and brought her here.

Although I'm a little reluctant, it wouldn't be a loss if I could get with that person.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xu shouted loudly:

"Master Ji, you are so charming. Look, he is sitting next to me and you have attracted his attention. Otherwise, I will be a matchmaker today. Linlin, go over and toast Master Ji with a glass of wine. Let's get to know each other."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other men also started to make a noise.

"Wedding cup of wine, wedding cup of wine."

"Master Ji, you are so lucky~"

"Beauty, feed me with your mouth!"

"..."

Gan Linlin began to feel a little embarrassed. She was frightened by Zhang Xu's words and her lips turned white from biting them.

After hearing that the others also looked like they were praising the person in the middle, I became a little excited.

She was eager to try it out, so she picked up the untouched glass of wine on the coffee table and stood up slowly.

Not to mention, Gan Linlin is already pretty, and now her blushing face adds to her charm.

If it were someone else, they might have received this good fortune that fell from the sky.

A hint of annoyance flashed across Ji Weiheng's eyes.

Although he has many ex-girlfriends, he doesn't like to steal other people's women, let alone when they are offered to him by others for flattery.

Ji Weiheng leaned back on the sofa and waved his hand casually.

"No, I'm not in the mood today. Don't do anything naughty."

His voice sounded normal, but several people immediately stopped joking.

Gan Linlin, who was still standing, was also pulled down by Zhang Xu. "Why are you still standing there? People don't like you."

Even Ji Shao doesn't like her, so he certainly won't allow his girlfriend to actively flatter her.

Gan Linlin had no choice but to sit back down obediently. She could still grab as many as she could.

The ringing of the phone gradually became weaker and finally disappeared.

Mrs. Ji, who was making the call, looked at her phone, feeling angry and irritated. Turning back, she saw her favorite "daughter-in-law" sitting quietly. She gritted her teeth and continued to call.

The phone rang again, and this time he couldn't avoid it by not answering it.

Ji Weiheng looked at the messages his mother kept sending him on his phone, pinched his nose bridge irritably, but still answered the call.

"What is it?"

Mrs. Ji breathed a sigh of relief when she finally got through. But when she heard the loud music and clinking of glasses on the other end of the line, her voice immediately became sharp:

"Where are you? Are you hanging out with your bad friends again?"

"Yeah. Yu will drink."

Ji Weiheng had a cynical look on his face, spinning the lighter on the coffee table in his hand.

The more his mother dislikes something he does, the more he likes to do it.

Mrs. Ji obviously understood her son's character. She did not say any words of advice, but only spoke in a firm tone:

"You are so old now, it's time for you to get married and start a family. Since you don't do anything serious, just come back and get married, and you can settle down."

"I have a daughter of a college classmate. She is pretty and comes from a scholarly family. She has a good temper. You can get to know her."

pat.

The lighter that was spinning in my hand fell to the ground, making a subtle sound.

Ji Weiheng picked up the lighter on the ground, stroking it with a crackling sound, his eyebrows and eyes were cold:

"I'm not getting married."

"How can you not get married?" Mrs. Ji tried to persuade him earnestly.

Ji Weiheng's cold voice came from the other side again.

"I won't marry the woman you like."

No matter how well my mother speaks about the person she wants to marry on the phone, or how she praises him or her like a fairy from heaven.

As long as she was introduced by his mother, Ji Weiheng just didn't like her.

Even before they met, he already had a very bad first impression of the eldest daughter of the Wen family.

Mrs. Ji's words were all stuck in her throat. She wanted to say something else, but she heard Ji Weiheng say impatiently:

"When I was little, I wanted you to take care of me, but you didn't. Now that I'm an adult, you finally remember your identities. Sorry, you can't take care of me anymore."

"If you really want grandchildren, why don't I contact my ex-girlfriends to see if there are any that have slipped through the net or something."

At the end, he seemed to be in a much better mood, and he raised the corner of his mouth and said with a cynical smile.

"How can women outside compare to Xiaoli? Weiheng, I know I treated you badly when you were a child, but, hello? Hello?"

The phone hangs up.

"Master Ji, what's wrong?"

Someone nearby noticed that Ji Weiheng was in a bad mood and asked cautiously.

Ji Weiheng's brows and eyes looked a little gloomy.

Seeing that the person asking the question was the "evil friend" that his parents disliked the most, he perked up a little, drank the wine on the table in one gulp, and said casually:

"My mother wants me to go back for marriage, but this Miss Wen came out of nowhere and I've never met her before."

At the table, other people started discussing.

"The eldest lady of the Wen family? Which Wen family? How many people with the last name Wen are there in the capital?"

"I remember there didn't seem to be any Wen family worth mentioning in the capital."

"Is it the real estate guy from the east of the city? He's going bankrupt now, and he's not worthy of our Master Ji. Auntie wouldn't do that, would she?"

"..."

Everyone was talking at once, and no one knew where this Miss Wen came from.

Ji Weiheng's eyebrows looked even more impatient.

"Who knows?"

He stood up, no longer in the mood to play.

"I am leaving."