Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

Ruan Xingchen raised his eyes and looked at her quietly, his tone calm but with doubt, as if he really didn't understand why she said that: "Miss Wu, what have you done to me?"

"I……"

Wu Yue opened her mouth with difficulty, her throat dry, and said dryly: "I shouldn't have said that to Ms. Ruan, and... and put on that attitude."

It was clearly for her own good, but she spoke sharply and stabbed him with thorns all over her body.

Thinking about it now, Wu Yue really wanted to slap herself in the face.

What she said was so hurtful...

"Young Master Gu was injured at the time, and Miss Wu was extremely concerned. It's normal for her to lose her composure for a moment."

Ruan Xingchen's smile remained unchanged as she said calmly, "A few words spoken in a hurry don't count for much and aren't worth Miss Wu's special apology."

Seeing her distant look, Wu Yue's heart was in a knot.

This kind of politeness and distance is just the right measure.

When Wu Yue met Ruan Xingchen for the first time, she felt that she really didn't seem like someone from the wealthy circle.

Too vivid and too individualistic.

The socialites and ladies in the circle all confine themselves to a fixed shell, strictly abide by the upbringing and etiquette of the upper class, and live like noble and elegant mannequins.

Ruan Xingchen is different.

She laughed, cursed, and even hit people.

She won't beat around the bush with one sentence, nor will she put on a hypocritical smile when she clearly hates someone.

But now, Wu Yue felt that she could actually be like those people.

A standard smile is like a mask on the face, which can maintain superficial harmony no matter what situation you are experiencing.

Not angry, not upset, not sad, and not caring.

It was like punching cotton, with nowhere to put force, and instead a hole was torn in her heart.

She couldn't utter a word.

Seeing that she had no intention of continuing to speak, Ruan Xingchen looked away and stopped communicating with her.

Wu Zheng watched this scene and sighed silently: "Ms. Ruan, Yueyue is naive. Young girls are always easily blinded by love. You must not take it to heart."

As he spoke, he laughed, the corners of his lips curled up. "To express my apology, Ms. Ruan, why don't you do me the honor of letting me treat you to a meal?"

This is a bit frivolous.

There was a hint of helplessness in his peach blossom eyes, and it was unclear who he was referring to.

A pair of eyes that are originally ruthless but more affectionate, at first glance, seem to be full of pampering and affection.

Huo Yan's face darkened slightly, and he leaned forward, blocking his sight.

Her voice was even colder: "I'm afraid Madam is not used to Mr. Wu's way of treating guests to dinner."

"Mr. Huo is not Ms. Ruan, how do you know she doesn't like it?"

Wu Zheng looked over with a smile and said in a playful manner, "I consider myself a gentleman and considerate. No female companion has ever felt that the experience of being with me was bad."

After a pause, the smile on his face widened, and he said meaningfully: "Experience in various aspects."

As he spoke, he tilted his head and avoided Huo Yan's body to look at Ruan Xingchen who was standing to the side.

"Don't compare your female companions with my wife!"

Huo Yan's face darkened even further, and he sarcastically said, "If you're having dinner with Mr. Wu, will he prepare another bouquet of roses? And let the tabloids take pictures of you having a candlelight dinner together?"

Wu Zheng could actually do such a thing.

This was both a warning and a mockery of him.

After all, Wu Zheng had given Ruan Xingchen a bouquet of roses with great fanfare, and for this he had slapped himself in the face several times and apologized in front of everyone.

You're asking for trouble.

This person is simply stepping on other people's sore spots.

Wu Zheng smacked his lips and said with a hint of joking, "If Ms. Ruan is willing to do me the honor, I'm afraid a bunch of roses won't be enough. We'll need at least as many roses as the entire restaurant."

Huo Yan usually pretends to be indifferent to women, but now he is very jealous.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Wu. Unfortunately, I don't like roses very much."

Seeing the anger in Huo Yan's eyes grow stronger, Ruan Xingchen smiled lightly and reached out to hold his hand.

Turning to look at Wu Zheng, he said calmly, "I have a big appetite. I can't be full with things like candlelight dinners, and I don't like them either."

"Of course." After a pause, she added, "I don't like older men even more. I think there's a generation gap."

Wu Zheng's expression froze instantly, and he looked over in disbelief: "I'm only 35!"

"Thirty-five, can that be considered old?" he raged. "It's clearly the prime time for a man to be at his most mature and charming. A man is still as beautiful as a bee at forty, so how can he be called an old man?"

Too heartbreaking!

To be able to achieve his current achievements at this age should be unique.

But there happened to be a little monster like Huo Yan, who took over the Huo Group at the age of nineteen and was doing very well, on par with him.

It makes him look like an old man.

Obviously, because he takes good care of himself and pays special attention to his appearance, he doesn't look like a man in his thirties at all.

Standing next to Huo Yan, she looked only two or three years older than him at most!

Even so, he was unwilling to give up. He flashed a small electric light at Ruan Xingchen with his peach blossom eyes: "Ms. Ruan may not understand that the charm of a man of my age is something that those young men under 30 cannot possess."

Twenty-five-year-old Huo Yan glanced at him coldly, with a cold frost in his eyes.

"is it?"

Ruan Xingchen tilted her head and smiled faintly: "But I like Mr. Huo like this."

"Mr. Huo is very good like this, steady yet energetic." Her eyes turned upwards, and her smile deepened. "I can't handle someone who's too mature."

Wu Zheng was still unwilling to give in, and struggled, "That's because you haven't experienced the thoughtfulness and tenderness of a mature man."

Huo Yan, what do you know?

He acts like an old-fashioned person all day long. I don’t know where he learned all these bad habits from.

Like a virgin girl.

He usually talks about business, but he doesn't even want to go to a romantic place. Is this still called a man?

"No rush, I still have plenty of time to experience it."

Blinking slowly, Ruan Xingchen curled her lips and said, "Mr. Huo will eventually turn thirty-five. I will accompany him and experience his thirty-five, forty-five, eighty-five, and ninety-five years... We have a long time to share."

He took a big mouthful of something dry and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Wu Zheng felt a little sour.

What kind of luck does Huo Yan have!

Did you get the script for The Chosen One?

Ruan Xingchen smiled and added, "But, Mr. Wu, can you let me experience you at 25?"

How could time go back? How could he be twenty-five again?

Wu Zheng covered his chest, feeling that his heart had been pierced and riddled with holes.

So why on earth did he seek trouble in front of this couple?