The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 23

It took a taxi about half an hour to arrive at Jielong Ludike Cafe.

The moment the taxi stopped, Wang Chen breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.

During these half an hour or so, he had a deep understanding of the other party, Xie Yu.

This woman is aloof and acts more masculine than a man, but she still can't get rid of it.

That is the gossip attribute that women are born with.

When I talked to her just now, this woman didn't seem to like to talk to her.

But when I accidentally pulled out a gossip incident in the end, this woman seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and she was not happy if she didn't talk.

When Fang Jieyu saw the taxi stopped, she knew that she had arrived. She opened the door and got out of the car calmly, but she did not pay the fare, but said to Wang Chen who was sitting in the taxi: "Wait here again. I have an hour, and I will go back later."

The corner of Wang Chen's mouth twitched, and he tried his best to put on a kind look on his face and said, "This... can't be done, I still have to solicit customers."

Fang Jieyu waved his hand to Wang Chen impatiently and said: "Don't worry, as long as you wait here for an hour, you will have many more guests in the future, not to mention getting rich, at least you can have enough food and clothing."

After finishing speaking, Fang Jieyu bent down slightly, reached into the car, and took out a business card that Wang Chen had just made.

She took the business card in her hand, turned around and walked towards the Tico Cafe, and left a word for Wang Chen.

"You can go around for an hour, and I'll call you later. By the way, we'll discuss the issues we just mentioned later, and we'll make a summary."

"Humph."

Wang Chen snorted, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

If he had known that Minghai City was so dangerous, he should have resolutely opposed this mission.

An extremely cold Luo Lengyue is fine, and there is such a wonderful Fang Jieyu, this task cannot be done.

This Rock Group... shouldn't be so deeply involved with me.

Resisting the urge to turn around and leave in a taxi, Wang Chen opened the car door, planning to find a bar to drink some wine and relax.

But after looking for it, there are no fart bars around, except for most of the coffee shops, and there are only tea houses.

After searching for a while, Wang Chen saw that there was really no bar in this area, so Wang Chen just got into a teahouse.

The teahouse has an ancient style, and as soon as you walk into the teahouse, there is a quiet tea fragrance, and the sound of the guzheng pours into your ears, making you feel calm and peaceful.

Wang Chen narrowed his eyes, and was led by a waiter in a cheongsam to a table.

The table is very low, which belongs to the ancient low-leg table, and there are no stools, just two futons.

Wang Chen acted purely sitting on the futon, and stopped a handsome cheongsam woman from making tea when she brought the tea set, but took the tools and started to make tea by himself.

The woman knelt opposite to Wang Chen, watching Wang Chen's flowing movements when making tea, with a look of surprise on her face.

She slightly raised her head to look at Wang Chen's cheek, and suddenly found that Wang Chen at this moment seemed to be much more pleasing to the eye than when she entered the door just now.

She saw Wang Chen when he entered the teahouse just now. He looks handsome, but he has a strong sense of ruffian, which doesn't match the style of this teahouse at all. It's simply an alternative.

But when Wang Chen is making tea now, the ruffian aura on his body seems to dissipate, and there is only a breath like a mountain and water on his body, which makes people feel peaceful, and even can't help but want to get close to him.

Wang Chen didn't know what the waiter was thinking, and he didn't want to know what she was thinking.

At this moment, he was completely immersed in making tea, and his thoughts were unprecedentedly transparent.

After the tea was boiled, it was poured into two cups. With a shake of Wang Chen's hand, a teacup moved directly in front of the waitress.

The waitress was stunned for a moment, and looked at Wang Chen in disbelief.

"I invite you to drink tea."

Wang Chen smiled at her, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

The waitress looked at Wang Chen's posture of drinking tea, and at this moment, she was a little drunk.

Just when her heart was turbulent, Wang Chen put down the teacup, turned his head and looked at the left side through the screen, and asked with a smile: "Is the person sitting next to me a man or a woman?"

The first floor of this teahouse is semi-open, and there are many customers, but there are many screens inside, so that if you want to see the people next door, you can only see a hazy shadow, which is not very real.

"It's a male guest."

Wang Chen's question brought the waitress back to her senses, her cheeks were a little rosy, she lowered her head and answered softly.

Wang Chen nodded, then turned his head to look at the direction on his right, and continued to ask: "What about this side?"

The waitress didn't know what Wang Chen meant by asking these questions, she lowered her head and thought for a while, then said, "It's a female guest."

Wang Chen thoughtfully, waved his hands and said, "Go down, I'll be alone for a while."

The waitress nodded, stood up and saluted Wang Chen, and was about to leave.

"This cup of tea is for you."

Wang Chen pointed to the cup of tea on the table, smiled and said to the waitress.

The waitress hesitated for a moment, then bent down to pick up the cup of tea, turned around and left slowly.

Not long after the waitress left, the screen on Wang Chen's left was turned away, and a person walked out from inside.

He looks handsome, looks about the same age as Wang Chen, and is full of masculinity, ordinary people may feel uncomfortable around him.

Holding a half bottle of white wine in his left hand and a teacup in his right hand, he came to Wang Chen's table with a smile.

Without asking, he sat down on the futon and said with a smile: "This is the only bad thing in the teahouse, there is no wine."

Hearing what he said, Wang Chen picked up his teacup and took another sip of tea, then asked with a smile, "Since you want to drink, why not go to a bar?"

"I have wine, why go to the bar?"

He chuckled softly, put half a bottle of wine on the table, and said to Wang Chen: "Let's drink after tea, after all, good things have to be left behind."

Wang Chen looked at the young man who was smelling of alcohol, and said with a playful look at the corner of his mouth, "Is my friend a little too familiar?"

When the young man heard this, his expression was astonished, and finally he said a little boringly: "What are you familiar with? The compatriots of the Long Kingdom are all one family. I am talking to my family."

After the young man finished speaking, he continued: "Did you act like a prostitute and a thief to the beautiful woman next door? Why do I feel a little uncomfortable when I sit here?"

"Really? I'm a bit impressed when you say that."

Wang Chen smiled lightly, glanced at the young man thoughtfully, then turned his head and looked at his right hand playfully.

To be precise, he was looking at the woman behind the screen on the right.

(End of this chapter)