The Richest Man Starts From Falling In Love

Looking at the woman singing on stage, Chu Yao suddenly realized that he still didn't know her name.

But this is not important.

She spends her own money, she sings, she trades fairly, and she is childish.

After another drink of wine, the song was almost finished.

Because I invited a round of wine, there was a little excitement in the Xiaoqing Bar, and there was a girl who came to strike up a conversation, or a big Yanma.

The model is very sexy, very enchanting, and looks extremely young.

Especially height, unique racial advantage, at least 1.8 meters upward, angel face, devil figure.

Chu Yao and her mixed Chinese with English, plus gestures, and chatted a few words awkwardly.

Only then did I know that it was a girl from Ukraine.

Worked as an Internet celebrity in the magic city, and worked as a part-time etiquette model on the catwalk.

The magic capital of the Far East was once one of the refuge places for Russian aristocratic women during the Soviet Revolution a hundred years ago. Today, it has once again become a holy place for gold rushing.

It's interesting.

The girl was very lively, so she asked for WeChat directly, and saw that Chu Yao didn't intend to stay, she got up and left.

Return to his seat.

Walking with her are two best friends who seem to be of the same identity. Their eyes float to this side from time to time, chatting and laughing.

This feeling of being noticed is still a bit dark and refreshing.

However, it was only dark and cool.

Since the outbreak of the economic crisis in Ukraine, the lifeline of the domestic economy has been controlled by foreign capital and to some extent reduced to the "European womb."

Trafficking in women, surrogacy, and exporting pornography... is already an extremely mature industrial chain.

To be ugly, its status is only slightly higher than that of the "Vietnamese Bride".

That's also mainly because the sky grows beautifully.

When they can come to China, they must have been tossing and turning all the way, so they won't step on the pit themselves.

Being born in a weak country, being beautiful, will be an original sin.

With a secret emotion, Chu Yao took a sip of wine again and listened to the **** the stage singing "Conquer".

The pleasant atmosphere in the heart was catalyzed to the sex.

In the lavish voice, there is a feeling of patriotism, as well as the conquest of women by men, and the spring breeze is proud.

Finish singing this song.

Sister Paper didn't go to the backstage, she jumped off the stage and sat on the opposite side of Chu Yao.

It may be because she sang four songs in a row and worked so hard, she saw a little sweat on her forehead, her face was reddish, but she was even more charming.

He fanned the wind with his hands on his face, wheezing, and vomiting a small pink lilac tongue.

Chu Yao called the waiter over and ordered a glass of lemonade for her.

Her eyes were slightly stunned, and her smile appeared more feminine. After drinking half a cup in one breath, she almost breathed.

"You are not that bad either."

She said with a smile.

When singing, especially songs like "Conquer", it contains a different meaning. Even if there is an identity gap, it is somewhat uncomfortable to sing.

It was only because of dedication that I sang it satisfactorily.

And this glass of water made her feel a kind of respect.

At least not allowed to drink.

"Don't flatter, let's have a drink."

Chu Yao said with an understated smile and tone.

"Hey, I just praised you, do you want to drink now?"

"I usually don't drink, I only sing and don't accompany wine."

She refused with a smile. Of course, the gesture of refusal was not so firm, with a joking tone, and she held it secretly.

"Don't drink it, it's a nice song, it makes me feel good, thank you."

Chu Yao said goodbye politely without being forced, and then he got up and walked out the door, also restrained and very decent.

Come with joy, go with joy.

As for whether to sleep or not, it's actually not that important.

Not every episode in life has to be opened and ended with an interlude.

Seeing Chu Yao go out in this way, she was stunned, her eyes clearly showing the error.

It was really shocking.

That's it?

In fact, when I was singing just now, I was thinking, if it was a big appointment, how would I choose?

Still entangled and hesitated.

And now...

The boss gave up directly.

He left the game extremely cleanly, even WeChat didn't even want to add one.

This made her extremely at a loss, and even felt a subtle humiliation, really not interested at all?

So why are you teasing me?

Just for listening to singing?

Do you want to be so literary and compelling?

Her eyes followed Chu Yao's footsteps and walked all the way to the door. At this time, she saw the three beautifully dressed large Yangma beside the shop window at the door, all smiling and saying hello to Chu Yao.

The one who came to talk just now even stood up, stretched out his arm, and wanted to pull Chuyao's hand.

However, Chu Yao made a very clear gesture of rejection, and he still walked out of the door on his own.

It was so cold that it was almost cruel.

This fan...absolutely.

Amazing!

She couldn't help sighing in her heart, and she was silent for a while, still got up quickly, and chased her out in a hurry.

This kind of man, even if nothing happens, it would be nice to get to know him.

Go to the door.

Chu Yao lit a cigarette, a long burst of smoke erupted, and the telephone ringing suddenly rang.

I glanced at the caller ID, it was an unfamiliar number, and the attribution was shown as the Imperial Capital.

This mobile phone is my own personal mobile phone. Few people know the number. It is very private, and everyone who knows it is very close.

After thinking about it, Chu Yao still connected.

"Who?"

Saying that when I answer the phone now, I don't need to introduce myself anymore, even "I am Chu Yao" is rarely said, or even hardly said.

Because there is no need at all.

As long as anyone who can fight over has already known his identity, there is no need to spend any more words.

"Hello, Chu Yao, I got your call from my daughter. It's so late, haven't you bothered you? I want to talk to you about something."

On the phone was a gentle and calm voice of a woman, with a little routine in her speech, and did not actively reveal her own identity.

It is estimated that I want to trigger my own guesses.

"Yes... Aunt Chu?"

Chu Yao's thoughts flew around and asked with a smile.

The wonderful thing is...

Those who can use it, or dare to use this tone to call themselves, are the family members of two people.

One is Xiao Chuling's mother, and the other is probably Chu Jinyu.

The former has a higher probability, of course, the latter is also possible.

Think rigorously.

and……

"Chu" and "Chu" have the same pronunciation.

Chu Yao couldn't help but smile.

Over the phone.

"It's me, I'm Chu Hongyu, Ling'er's mother, speaking of which, we are still fellow villagers."

Chu Hongyu said with a smile, a little more intimate.

"Yes, it's a fellow, I've heard of you, are you returning to China? In the imperial capital?"

Chu Yao quickly concluded that Xiao Chuling's tossing on Weibo was probably due to this man's handwriting.

Chu Hongyu: "Yes~www.wuxiahere.com~ I'm in the Imperial Capital, are you free in the last few days? Have a meal together?"

"Yes, I'm on a business trip now, the day after tomorrow, at noon the day after tomorrow, I will make a reservation and send you the address tomorrow."

Chu Yao responded quickly.

After a few more greetings, he hung up the phone.

Then I saw that the "little song girl" who came out was obediently standing next to him, with a little cute eyes, if he took a three-pointer to please.

"what?"

Chu Yao couldn't help but smile.

"Can you not know you without drinking? Drink milk tea, OK? I invite you. There is an internet celebrity shop just around here."

She stuck her tongue out and said with a smile.

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