Sheng Xiao Han Yu

"Go eat, I want to eat too!" Seeing her not knowing what to do, she felt a little sorry. He dominated everything in Lincheng, and it was the same with this little girl.

"Okay, goodbye, uncle!" Hua Sheng breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been pardoned. He waved his hand and turned to walk towards the cafeteria. Hua Sheng didn't see him turn around before Ouyang Hanyu walked into the villa.

In the villa's dining room, Ouyang Hanyu sat at the head of a European-style dining table, elegantly eating the exquisite meals that the butler had carefully prepared for him.

The housekeeper, Uncle Meng, was waiting nearby, a habit he had grown accustomed to over the years. Actually, Ouyang Hanyu hadn't established this rule, but Uncle Meng and Aunt Zhang had been serving Ouyang Hanyu since he was a child, and Ouyang Hanyu wanted to do everything himself. Aunt Zhang was primarily responsible for Ouyang Hanyu's food, clothing, and shelter, and Ouyang Hanyu wanted Aunt Zhang to stop worrying about these matters. After all, she and Uncle Meng were old, and he wanted them to enjoy a leisurely life here, letting other servants do the work, but they didn't trust others.

After dinner, Ouyang Hanyu went to the study upstairs to handle official business. The study was mainly brown, with rows of bookshelves neatly lined with all kinds of books. The ancient books, classics and masterpieces on the bookshelves exuded the fragrance of books under the dim light. The curtains were made of dark blue satin, like the deep sea. On the majestic and steady desk were placed laptops and various documents to be reviewed, which made people feel calm and peaceful! He had been on a business trip for more than a month and had a lot of documents piled up. But Ouyang Hanyu sat in the office chair and somehow thought of that kiss. He reached out and touched his lips, and his mouth curled up. Although that little black charcoal looked black, his little lips were so soft, and his little body was so soft too. Suddenly the phone rang, and Ouyang Hanyu slapped his forehead in annoyance. What was he thinking? Then he took out the phone from his trouser pocket and answered it, "What are you doing? I'm back from a business trip! Come out for a drink with some buddies, everyone is here and I've been waiting for you." The caller was his good friend Rody.

"Okay, where?" Ouyang Hanyu still wanted to deal with work, but he couldn't calm down. Maybe he hadn't been in a relationship for a long time and was lonely? Otherwise, why was he so picky? Thinking of that dark-skinned girl, he asked, "Go out and relax a little?"

"At the old place, I'll call a beauty for you!" Rody asked jokingly. Rody was referring to the bar where they often gathered as black friends.

"Get lost!" He hung up the phone, walked out of the study, took the car keys, went to the garage and drove the Maybach he often drove. He also occasionally drove the dozen or so luxury cars in the other garages. After all, he bought them because he liked them, but he had a special liking for this car.

Driving up to the bar, Ouyang Hanyu handed the car keys to the parking attendant and walked in. The atmosphere in the bar was soft and hazy, like an impressionist painting. Under the dim lights, the music rose and fell, dancing to a happy melody, immersing oneself in a world beyond the hustle and bustle. Ouyang Hanyu's arrival immediately attracted the attention of several beautiful women drinking at the bar. "Wow, this man is really handsome as hell!" said a baby-faced girl infatuatedly.

"Tsk, superficial! This mature, steady uncle has so much substance!" A boldly dressed girl whistled, emphasizing the word "substance." Ouyang Hanyu, unaffected by the outside world, ignored their shouting and calmly walked into their exclusive private room.