Xiangguang meets you

Chapter 233 Saigon Midsummer
She paused, raised her head and looked seriously into his deep and delicate eyes: "The person I like is you."

Bo Cang narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked softly, "Even if I used you in the matter of Purui and concealed so many things from you?"

Wen Nianbai took a deep look at him, and said with some self-deprecation: "Why don't you mind, I don't know what Xiuyuan knows."

She looked out of the window and said calmly: "But I understand, I am just an ordinary support who has not experienced anything, you may be worried about telling me your plan, in case I accidentally slipped my mouth or did not perform realistically enough in front of the opponent , Missing a flaw will affect the follow-up plan..."

She paused and sighed: "In the past few years in the workplace, I haven't learned anything else. I also know that to be trusted by others, I must first prove that my strength is worthy of being trusted..."

"Next time, no, in the future, I will tell you." Bo Cang held her hand and pressed it to his chest, interrupting her with a soft and cool voice.

The neon lights cast colorful and deep shadows on his gentle and handsome face through the car window, she stroked his face with her fingertips, and smiled softly: "Actually, we have experienced so much together, and the one I remember most is you Always support me, good or bad, you let me do it without hesitation, to try and make mistakes, and you are not afraid that I will poach you."

She later realized that he let her play freely and let her practice because he was confident enough to support her behind the scenes.

"It's you who let me know that it's not a bad thing for women to have ambition and desire, as long as our desire and ambition can match our own strength!" Her apricot eyes were bright and sharp.

Lu Mingsi didn't like women participating in the workplace competition, and felt that strong women were aggressive, and no matter how beautiful they were, they looked hideous and lost the tenderness of women, so he didn't like Jin Lu, and secretly even looked down on Jin Lu's behavior.

And no matter how hard she strives for the upper hand, she still has to pretend to be indifferent, gentle, and desireless.

She worked hard to earn more money than him to repay the mortgage, but she also had to be careful about his self-esteem. When she bought expensive cosmetics and clothes, she secretly tore off the price tags, lest he think she was vain.

But how is vanity defined?

Ability does not match the desire and consumption level, that is called vanity, maybe the ability is worthy of the desire and consumption level, why do we have to act indifferent to fame and fortune, and not pursue better things?
In most people's relationships, even all kinds of emotional textbooks teach a woman how to restrain her edge, be gentle and small in exchange for her lover's pity and love, and maintain her relationship for a long time.

Now that I think about it, she doesn't like herself like that!
"It's good that you are like this!" Bai Cang looked at the woman in his arms with his deep and slender eyes, her gentle and delicate eyebrows were a little sharper, but this only made her look more fresh and dazzling.

She is the gem he met by accident, honed and gradually dazzling.

"I also like myself like this, because meeting you, let me know what I want!"

She bent her eyes and smiled, still with a gentle look, but with a more seductive atmosphere, she raised her head and kissed his thin lips, offering her 'thank you'.

In this world, it is easy to meet a lover who wants to cherish you.

But meeting a bole who grows up with you like a bole, allows you to show off your edge, and find a better lover of yourself is very, very difficult.

Fortunately, she has this luck.

He hugged the person in his arms tightly and enjoyed her pious thanks.

……

Back at the hotel, she entered the room, but suddenly turned around to block the door and looked up at him.

Bo Cang took off his glasses, looked down at her, not shy away from letting her see the cool fireworks hidden in the dark and slender eyes: "Why, don't you plan to invite me in?"

Wen Nianbai rolled his eyes: "I'll see you tomorrow, Vice President, your lady translator is going to rest first."

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek.

Then, she "huh" closed the door.

Looking at the door that almost hit the tip of his nose, Bai Cang's face was a little gloomy, then he put on his glasses and sneered softly: "So much fun..."

He likes interesting people, interesting in every sense of the word.

Wen Nianbai closed the numbered door, touched his chest, leaned against the door, and breathed out carefully.

When she refused to let him in, she was actually worried that he would feel that she was playing tricks on him and would get angry because of it.

After all, when they came to Saigon this time, they had a little ambiguous understanding with each other...

But she wants to follow her own steps.

She held her face and rubbed her hot, soft cheeks.

……

Early the next morning, after Bai Cang finished washing, he heard the door knock.

When he opened the door, he saw the waiter hand him a card and said in English: "This is the lady who lives in the next room, I asked me to give it to you."

Bai Cang glanced at the message above—"I'm going out to do some errands. Let's meet at L'amant at noon. I'll treat the vice president to dinner."

He bent his lips with a half-smile, tipped the waiter, put on sunglasses, changed into a casual shirt and slacks, and went downstairs for breakfast.

In April, Ho Chi Minh City, or Saigon, is in the dry season and the sun is blazing.

Fortunately, Vietnam is a peninsula, and Saigon is at the southernmost tip of the peninsula.

Only two hours away from the sea, the monsoon blows into the land smoothly with the vast breath of the sea, passes through the jungle and lush plants, and blows away the suffocation belonging to the tropics.

Bo Cang walked out of the hotel and wandered casually along the small streets where colonial and modern styles intertwine, and there was always a breeze under the shade of the trees.

When I meet and see a unique coffee shop, I go in and sit down, order a cup of iced coffee that he doesn't often drink and sit for a while.

He quietly watched the tourists passing by on the side of the road, people coming and going, and motorcycles shuttled through the streets where the old and the new era blended.

Bo Cang sat in a cafe on the side of the street full of green plants and crude but interesting art decorations, blowing the wind, and suddenly understood why Wen Nianbai liked this city known as the Little Paris of the Orient.

People here are very relaxed and relaxed.

All kinds of music came from the small shop, and the sunlight fell on the back of my hand through the leaves of the big-leaved trees that are used to in the tropics. As time went by, the light spots moved leisurely, and time seemed to slow down.

He stretched out his fair and slender fingers, watched the sun fall on his palm with intertwined lines, and thought of that slim figure, which seemed to fall on his palm like these light spots.

She is like the light in the palm, with a warm and sweet coffee aroma...

He unconsciously curled the corners of his lips, revealing a smile that he didn't even notice. It was less indifferent and more pure, which amazed even the occasional tourists passing by.

……

It was noon in a blink of an eye, and Bo Cang once again stood in front of the small courtyard with the signs "L'amant" in French and "Lover" in Chinese.

This is the backyard of "L'amant".

He rang the doorbell, and after a while a waiter came out and opened the door for him.

The umbrella-like leaves of tropical palmetto and calla lily grow in layers behind the iron gate carved with brass vines, and spread to the depths of the courtyard.

The beautiful Indian jasmine with white petals and yellow stamens blooms on the branches one by one, and the fragrance is diffused by the scorching sun at noon.

It reminded him again of that humid and hot night in Saigon, the aroma of Wen Nianbai's soft and wet skin diffused in the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz, that kind of smell that made people a little anxious...

He lowered his eyes and chuckled lightly.

He never thought that he would be anxious about a woman, let alone that he would sit in the back of the car for two hours just to wait for someone to come out of the tavern.

However, waiting is worthwhile, because he waited for a beautiful goblin who was slightly drunk.

That night, the goblin, who would transform after drinking too much, printed her soft and plump lips on his car window glass.

There, it was the position of his lips.

Just like in the movie "L'amant", the girl bowed her head and printed her lips on the car window to seduce Tony, a wealthy Chinese boy whom she met for the first time.

Such a frivolous and innocent kiss... It also made him see another appearance under her skin for the first time, an appearance that was indescribable, enchanting, naive, and glamorous.

Let him mess up his heartstrings like a kid.

It was this night that made him really start to face up to his relationship with her.

Do you follow your own steps, or follow her steps.

Following his own steps, it is not difficult to snatch her by chance. She is all in his hands, but he has to worry about whether he will kill the most real and most beautiful her?
Or, follow her jerky steps, like prying open the constricted shell of a shell, touching the pearls in the soft shell without hurting the precious shell...

He needs to make a choice.

It now appears that it is right to choose the second approach.

……

Bai Cang pressed the Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and walked into the lobby of the tavern with a calm expression. He was familiar with the way for the second time.

This is the place where we danced that day, and there is still no one at this moment.

The owner of the "L'amant" tavern, Old King, is a wayward boss who does not do lunch business.

But Bai Cang remembered the way he danced with Wen Nianbai that day, although he didn't want to admit it, the scene was really charming.

A vicissitudes and handsome middle-aged European gentleman, with a beautiful oriental girl with white feet, danced lightly in the old tavern full of old-fashioned atmosphere in the afternoon, which made people feel like they had stepped into an old movie.

And Wangnianlian, in fact, can be as beautiful as a painting.

Bo Cang took off his sunglasses, expelled the picture from his mind with a cold expression, turned and walked to the front desk.

"Cholon Hotel." He looked at the old gold-plated bronze plate with cursive font on the front desk.

The Embankment Hotel, a blue building, is the place where the male protagonist Tony from the East and his little Western girl Jane meet in the movie "Lover".

It was also the place where his girl racked her brains to make him develop their relationship according to her steps, and he still remembered her lying on the snow-white sheets with her slender limbs like a blooming calla lily.

There were slight ripples in Bai Cang's eyes.

The Vietnamese female receptionist saw him coming and greeted him with a smile: "Sir, you..."

"Ah, friend, you're here." Old Jin En's deep magnetic voice sounded happily, interrupting the female receptionist's questioning.

Bai Cang turned his face, and saw a middle-aged European man who looked a lot like Pierce Brosnan wearing a floral shirt and holding a plate, and he lifted the curtain from the room behind the front desk.

"This is your lunch dessert. It's the low-sugar flavor that Little Skylark likes. The main meal and drinks are taken up. She's waiting for you on it. Do you know which room it's in?" Old Jin En handed him the plate with a smile, And blinked.

Bai Cang looked at Old Jin En and smiled slightly: "Thank you."

With that said, he turned around with the tray in his hand, ready to go upstairs.

Old Jin En suddenly stretched out a big hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, you are the only man she brought to me...."

Bo Cang stopped, turned his face and looked at the middle-aged gentleman beside him indifferently.

Old Jin En took a cigar in his mouth and said seriously: "Little Skylark is a good girl, cherish her well, she said that if I were younger than 20 years old, she would..."

"That's not your turn." Bai Cang cut him off.

"..." Old Jin En froze for a moment.

Bai desolately asked: "Compared with you when you were young, I love your face that has experienced many vicissitudes now - you should have heard this sentence, right?"

After finishing speaking, he nodded slightly towards Jin En, and walked upstairs with the plate on his long legs.

Looking at Jin En's weird expression, the female receptionist on the side couldn't help but ask, "What does that gentleman mean by quoting Mrs. Duras's famous quote?"

Those who can be the receptionist at the Embankment Hotel are naturally familiar with the book "Lover", so the female receptionist knows that Bai Cang's words are quoted from the book.

Old Jin En took down the unlit cigar and sighed angrily: "He is saying that true love is not limited by age, since my face that has experienced many vicissitudes cannot attract the little skylark, it is even less likely to attract the little skylark when I was young! "

This young man's words are really sharp, he doesn't save face at all, does Little Skylark actually like this kind of handsome but mean man!
"Pfft...ha." The Vietnamese female receptionist couldn't help laughing.

……

Bo Cang walked through the corridor covered with parquet floor tiles with the tray, and walked to the other end of the corridor.

The metal plate in my hand has been iced, and it feels comfortable to put it in the palm of my hand on a hot summer day.

He looked down at the dessert on the plate, it was a round strawberry and peach cake for two.

On top of the thick, soft and white natural cream, there is a layer of snow-tender and powdery sweet peaches, with a beautiful strawberry in the middle, and chopped peaches and strawberries in the middle of the cake.

Clear, tender, fragrant and soft, but not too sweet...just like the peach rabbit.

His eyes were wide, and he knocked on the door of the room with a half-smile: "Room service."

"Come in." A familiar voice sounded in the room.

Bai Cang opened the door, the layout of the room is still nostalgic style of colonial mixed with oriental style, the desktop is covered with lace tablecloth, the windows are painted blue shutters, and the hanging wooden four-leaf lamp ceiling fan slowly rotates to create a burst of excitement. A refreshing cool breeze.

The balcony door was open, and the long white gauze curtains fluttered gently, and the wicker chair was dragged out of the balcony. A slim figure was sitting on the wicker chair with his back facing him, shaking and shaking.

He closed the door with his backhand and "clicked" the lock.

The slender figure sitting on the rocking chair heard him close the door, shaking the chair a little less, and then continued to shake.

"What do you want me to have for lunch?" He put the cake plate on the small round table beside the bed, and then walked out of the balcony.

The sky is blue. Sitting on the balcony, you can see the courtyard downstairs. There are large green leaves of Jasmine jasmine stretching out, and the fragrance of flowers spreads into the room as the wind blows, blowing away the heat of noon.

Wen Nianbai was sitting next to Sanweikui, still wearing a familiar men's top hat, two whips tied loosely, and a blue silk suspender skirt hanging on her beautiful and slender shoulders.

The pot of green sunflower on the balcony shook its leaves enchantingly, caressing the corners of her soft blue skirt once and for all.

Seeing him coming in, she raised her head and curved her tender almond eyes: "Are you here?"

The beautiful appearance of the little woman was reflected in Bai Cang's pupils, and his eyes were dark when he thought of everything that happened here.

Afterwards, he sat down beside her, glanced at the coffee table where the food was placed, and raised his eyebrows with a half-smile: "It's very rich."

Vietnamese spring rolls, rice paper rolls, green vegetables, hot barbecue powder, sirloin steak, oxtail soup and toast.

"These are some of their family's classic dishes." Wen Nianbai smiled with his chin in his hand, and raised the wine glass in his hand towards him.

Bai Cang glanced at the glass in her hand, then at the wine in front of him: "Cocktail?"

Wen Nianbai let out a soft "hmm", and looked at the beautiful colonial-style building with yellow walls and red roofs outside the balcony: "My cup is called 'Jane', it's the same as the one I drank last time, so is yours, try it? "

Bai Cang took a sip of the emerald green liquid, the mouthfeel was mellow and sweet, the sweet and astringent taste reached his throat, and became blazing, like burning but warm.

"This wine...is very special, do you like it?"

Wen Nianbai took a cup of sugarcane and green orange juice and drank it down to relieve the burning sensation in his throat, while muttering: "I don't like it, I like sweet and gentle flavors, such as 'Miss Saigon' or 'Lover' by Jin En tune."

Drinking a strong alcoholic cocktail like 'Jane' is purely for the sake of strengthening your courage!
Last time, she drank a lot of this wine before she had the courage to play "Lover" for him, showing her determination not to have a short-term relationship with him.

Bai Cang looked at her like that, and smiled softly: "If you don't want to drink, don't drink."

"I want to drink, eat, eat." Wen Nianbai coughed softly, took the plate and started to eat.

The balcony was a bit hot in the afternoon, but the wind was always blowing from their direction, which was quite pleasant.

A meal is quickly finished in a quiet and leisurely atmosphere.

Wen Nianbai rubbed his eyes and muttered, "Ah, old Jin En's cooking skills have improved again."

The taste is so good, you will eat too much at once, and you will feel sleepy when you are full.

"Full?" Bai Cang took a sip of the ice water, and then took another sip of the wine.

Wen Nianbai yawned: "Well, I'm full, how about you, do you want more?"

Bai Cangxiu looked at her, and said with a half smile but not a smile: "I'm not full, and I haven't eaten dessert after dinner. I want to eat it."

Wen Nianbai was taken aback, looked at him, then lowered his head slightly, his cheeks became slightly hot: "Yes."

The after-dinner snack he mentioned, couldn't it be her?
"Go in." He wiped the corners of his lips gracefully, got up and walked over, pulling her up.

She lowered her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and still mustered up the courage to lower her head and be led into the room by him.

As a result, as soon as she entered the room, she saw a plate of cream cake on the round table beside the bed. It tasted like peach and strawberry, and it looked sweet and delicious.

Wen Nianbai's eyes lit up: "This is their new product, it needs to be specially customized!"

It turns out that there are desserts after dinner!

Seeing her surprised look, Bai Cang smiled and handed her the table knife: "Try it, how about the Melissa cake you like?"

Wen Nianbai nodded with a smile, and happily sat down beside the bed: "Yeah."

She took a knife to cut the cake, put a piece on a plate, and was about to hand it to Bai Cang when she suddenly felt a slender hand hook the zipper of her skirt.

Wen Nianbai froze slightly, and stopped the movements of his hands.

"Why don't you eat it, eat it." He lowered his head and gently embraced her waist, his cold and thin lips fell on the white and beautiful butterfly bone on her back.

Wen Nianbai shuddered for a moment, turned around in silence, and put the cake into his lips absent-mindedly: "Yes."

She asked in a low voice: "Would you like to try...it's delicious...."

Do you want to start now?

she's kinda...

"Yeah." He casually hooked her braids with his fingertips, and with a light tug, her soft and curly long hair fell down, covering her slender back.

"I like you better the way you are."

Wen Nianbai was stunned for a moment, but Bai Cang suddenly took her hand and scooped up a piece of buttery peach to her lips, she held the piece of peach tremblingly.

"Is it delicious?" He asked lightly.

Wen Nianbai forced himself to be calm, blushing: "Yes."

He whispered softly in her ear: "You are not Jane, I am not Tony, you don't have to act out other people's stories, this is a play that only belongs to you and me, if you like, it can also be called 'lover'. "

Only belongs to him and her "Lover".

Wen Nianbai was bewildered by his movements, he held the cake and didn't know how to eat it, his slender eyelashes fluttered like restless butterfly wings: "Bo Cang..."

He slowly stroked her silk skirt with his fingertips, coaxing her gently, and his voice was alluring: "Eat slowly, I am very patient, and I will eat with you."

……

Trembling slightly, Wen Nianbai scooped up the cake with a spoon and brought it to his lips. The snow-white cream, bright red strawberries, and juicy peaches were fragrant and sweet.

But she couldn't feel any taste, and all her senses were absorbed by his gentle and precise to cold movements.

She bit her lip and looked at the fluttering white gauze curtains with a little blurred eyes. The luxuriant Indian jasmine was blown by the sudden rush of the monsoon, and the white and fragrant flowers were carried into the wind. Here, crushed the petals and crushed the stamens.

Like a rain of petals.

She was trembling and bit her lips tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

Confused, she heard him suddenly whispering in her ear hoarsely: "...do you love me?"

She lowered her head and looked at her delicate fingertips that were turning white from too much force on the cake plate, and said softly, "I... love you."

He chuckled happily, completely different from the more and more forceful movements of the person in his arms, the kiss he fell on her ear was small and gentle.

　Today is just one chapter~~~ The play of Rabbit and Cang in Saigon is finished~~ There is a link to the movie at the top of the comment section of the Xiaoxiang APP~
　　
　
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