Reborn Movie Queen's Growth Story

Jung was stunned. He didn't seem to expect Qinghuan to speak so plainly and thoroughly.

"What?" Qinghuan picked lightly at the corner of his mouth, "I can't bear it?"

"No." Jung subconsciously refused, "I'm not reluctant. I just..."

He paused, as if thinking, "I just thought, I have no money to spend."

Qinghuan seemed to hear a joke and burst out laughing. He glanced lightly into his chest pocket, "do you want to say you have no money? Where does your cigarette come from?"

Jung quickly explained, "I just... That's the fund I applied for. It's not much. My currency of country y may not be applicable here."

"Did you bring it?"

Jung nodded. "Yes."

Qinghuan also nodded, and then stretched out a white Xiuchang hand, "give it to me."

Jung took out a black wallet from his pocket and wanted to smoke. He stopped again, looked up at her blankly, "how much do you want?"

Qinghuan looks at the wallet in Jung's hand. The style is not novel and the wear is serious. The leather is a good one. It looks like a cherished old thing that has been used for many years.

Qinghuan stretched out a piece of food and pointed to his wallet. "Give it to me?"

Jung was stunned again. "The wallet is very old and worthless."

Qinghuan bent her eyes and her head and looked at him, "I can't bear it, lover's old thing?"

Jung took the money out of his wallet and handed it to her. "I just think it might be better to take the money."

Starting with the wallet, he took the temperature from Jung's hand and fell into the palm of his hand. It was warm and soft, just like skin.

Seeing that he was so neat, Qinghuan couldn't help laughing, "it seems that it's really not a lover's old thing, but you don't look like a poor man. Why don't you change your wallet when it's so old?"

"This wallet has been used for nearly ten years and hasn't been changed."

"Like it very much?"

Jung thought a little and shook his head. "I seldom use it, but I'm used to it."

Qinghuan nodded and then smiled, "that's good, so I don't have to feel sorry for you."

Jung smiled. "If I give it to you, I won't regret it. You don't have to feel sorry for it. However, I think maybe these will be better."

He shook the coin in his hand. "An old wallet is not suitable for a gift."

Qinghuan looked at the clear notes in Jung's hand and felt interesting. He drew one at will. "Then give me another one."

Then, whether he would refuse or not, he put the money in his wallet and carried it back to his waist, "the rest will be given to me when you go to the foreign building next time."

Jung reacted for a moment before he understood what she meant and responded without hesitation. "Next time I change money to find you."

Qinghuan said that the building is a foreign-style building for receiving guests. No matter how famous Qinghuan's reputation is, as a prostitute, she always wants to plan for herself.

Qinghuan picked his eyebrows and took some examination, "would you like to come?"

From just a few meetings, Jung has few words, pure personality and a little dull. He may be tempted by beauty, but he is not a man who is caught up in it. Qinghuan didn't expect him to be so fast.

Qinghuan also met soldiers in the building, but rarely had Jung's demeanor. Many times, he was not like a fierce man like a blade who broke out of the sea of knives and flames, but like a gentleman and scholar who should have read and written at his desk.

Jung was looked at by Qinghuan and suddenly kowtowed, "can't I... Go?"

Qinghuan smiled and began to tease. "Do you know what a man wants to do when he goes to the building?"

Jung opened his eyes and looked at Qinghuan. "What?"

Slender fingers poked his chest, Qinghuan exhaled like LAN, "you're a man, don't you know?"