I almost touched the moon

In the SVIP room of the club, Wen Song looked at the row of muscular men in front of him, and could not think of a second adjective except "greasy".

She glanced at Zhang Yue with some dissatisfaction, "Mr. Zhang, your taste has been a bit strong lately."

Zhang Yue pouted and protested: "Don't you like guys with muscles? I picked it especially for you!"

Wen Song immediately waved his hand to let the group of muscular men go away, and said to Zhang Yue: "The muscular men I like are not like this! They are the kind that look thin when dressed and have muscles when undressed, with smooth muscle lines! Men like this, with such big muscles, can be seen at a glance that they are from the gym, not formed by natural exercise, which makes people feel disgusted. And their skin is dark. I hate dark skin the most. They want white skin, but not too white, somewhere in between cold white and cold white."

After saying that, he poured himself a glass of whiskey, lit a cigarette and sighed softly.

Qiu Xuanyan pulled her up from the ground, moved her to the sofa and said, "Don't sit on the ground. It's cold. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Then he asked the manager who was waiting beside him, "Do you have any other boys here?"

"Yes, yes." The manager said with a big smile on his face, "Recently, several boys who graduated from sports schools have come here, and some of them are national second-level athletes. They must meet your requirements."

Soon, the manager brought up a new batch of male models. Wen Song took a look and found that they looked pretty good. At least their muscle lines were smooth and they were no longer the kind of exaggerated and scary muscles.

She asked the manager to wait outside the door while she lit a cigarette and sat on the sofa. She glanced at the middle boy with a neutral complexion, a tall and thin figure, but with clear and smooth muscle lines on his arms and asked, "How tall is he?"

"183." The boy's voice was very attractive, but not artificial.

"Too short." Wen Song took a sip of wine and signaled him to leave.

"Are you going to die? You're 183cm tall and still short?!" Zhang Yue couldn't help but complain when he heard her words. He looked at the handsome boy with perfectly proportioned body with some heartache, and hooked his finger for him to sit next to him.

"I think 183 is just right. If you don't like it, it's mine."

The boy was also very tactful and immediately sat next to Zhang Yue and poured her a glass of wine.

"Everyone under 187cm please get out."

Qiu Xuanyan saw through Wen Song's thoughts, and spoke to the male models. She then glanced at Zhang Yue and whispered, "Forget it, let her be."

Soon, there were only four or five people left in the room. Wen Song looked at the tallest boy and asked, "How tall is he?"

"Sister, I'm 1.92 meters tall." The boy's voice was obviously much more enthusiastic.

"Too high, what's the next one?"

Qiu Xuanyan and Zhang Yue were both very upset. Zhang Yue couldn't help but ask, "Baby, can you give me a height range? That saves me from asking one by one."

"Between 187 and 189." Wen Song said immediately, "It's not okay if it's lower than 187 or higher than 189."

As soon as these words were spoken, there were only three people left in the private room. All of them were handsome, with skin that was not white but not dark either. They were tall and thin with a well-proportioned figure, and perfect muscle lines could be vaguely seen under their shirts.

Seeing that Wen Song had been drinking, a boy soon looked at her and said, "Sister, drink less, it's not good for your health."

It was a simple sentence, but it touched Wen Song's heart. She looked at the boy. His mouth was also thin on the top and thick on the bottom, which was surprisingly similar to hers.

"Can you ski?" She looked at the boy and asked slowly.

As soon as she said this, Zhang Yue and Qiu Xuanyan both understood what she meant. Qiu Xuanyan whispered to Zhang Yue, "Sure enough, you are here to find a substitute."

"Let her find one." Zhang Yue sighed helplessly, "It's always like this right after a breakup."

Soon another boy answered, "Beautiful sister, I can ski! I like snowboarding very much. Sister, you are so cool, you must be a snowboarder too."

Zhang Yue and Qiu Xuanyan looked at the boy who answered the question with some sympathy. How could he hit Wen Song's sore spot with every word he said? And he had no tact and didn't see their frantic expressions trying to tell him to stop talking.

"What a coincidence." Wen Song smiled, lit another cigarette, and said to the boy, "What I hate most is snowboarding. You should get out."

Another boy said timidly: "I don't know how to ski."

Wen Song nodded, indicating that he could leave as well.

Then he turned to the boy who had just advised him not to drink and asked with a smile, "What about you?"

The boy said honestly, "I don't know if I can do it. I've skied a few times before, on a double board, but I can only slide down the beginner's slope and brake..."

Wen Song smiled and said, "Ok, you can stay."

The boy sat next to her and saw that she was smoking all the time. He advised her, "Sister, smoking is bad for your health. Smoke less."

When Wen Song heard his words, the hand holding the cigarette trembled. Cheng Che used to repeat these words in her ear almost every day.

She put out her cigarette, took a sip of wine and whispered, "Thank you."

She looked at the boy in front of her again. He looked young, in his early twenties, with handsome features, a standard handsome guy appearance, but his handsomeness was not very recognizable, and you would forget it after seeing it. Moreover, there was still a big gap between his stunning appearance and Cheng Che's, and he did not have his elegance and dignity.

Wen Song looked at his mouth carefully. The only similarity was in the outline of his lips. She probably hadn't seen Cheng Che for a long time and couldn't remember what he looked like.

"How old?" she asked curiously.

"21." The boy replied, "I'm from the provincial swimming team."

"No wonder..." Wen Song thought, no wonder his tall figure does not look out of place, and his muscle lines are tight and smooth.

"Sister, do you like skiing?" The boy saw Wen Song mentioned skiing and tried to find common ground. "Sister, did you watch the Winter Olympics this year?"

Qiu Xuanyan quickly gave the boy a look, signaling him not to say any further.

As a result, the boy seemed to think that Qiu Xuanyan was flirting with him, and he actually said, "Sorry, I belong to this sister tonight."

The moment she heard that sentence, Wen Song lost interest and continued to drink by herself. She didn't like people without brains, especially men who were good-looking but brainless.

The boy then said to Wen Song, "I watched the Winter Olympics this year. There was a very handsome athlete who won a gold medal in skiing. Sister, let's go skiing together in a few days. Although I'm not as good as him, I can ski slowly with you."

"Really?" Wen Song knew who he was talking about. His calm mood suddenly became dissatisfied again. He asked bluntly, "I'm going to the Alpine ski resort, and I can't slow down. If a novice goes, he might break his legs or die. Are you sure you want to come with me?"

"I will learn well before then." The boy continued, pouring her another glass of juice, "Drink some juice, it's not good to drink alcohol all the time."

"Payment code." Wen Song's patience has reached its limit and he doesn't want to waste a moment.

"What?" The boy was a little surprised, but also a little delighted. This money came too easily.

But she said, "Sister, no need, your happiness is the most important thing."

"Payment code." Wen Song repeated, "You don't have to pay, just leave now. Because I hate people who talk too much."

The boy smiled awkwardly, but showed his Alipay payment code without hesitation, and said shyly: "Thank you, sister, it's okay if you don't give it to me..."

Wen Song immediately transferred 10,000 yuan and said to him, "You can leave now."