Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 52

"Wow, so romantic!"

"I really want to marry a domineering president like Wu Shao who combines beauty and talent!"

Beside the street, a group of women who didn't know whether they were spontaneous or hired gathered together, screaming excitedly.

Before Duanmu Xianya opened the windows, other rooms in the hotel were already attracted by the movement outside, and people opened the windows to watch one after another.

In the lively atmosphere, Duanmu Xianya opened the window.

And Wu Henan also held flowers in his hands, and said something he had already prepared.

After speaking, Wu Henan was full of confidence.

He believed that even a national angel would not be able to resist his luxurious offensive!
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Duanmu Xianya didn't respond at all, and closed the window with a "snap".

The smile on Wu Henan's face instantly petrified.

"small"

"Shh-"

The curtains were also drawn.

The atmosphere outside the hotel suddenly became weird.

The onlookers pointed at Wu Henan, as if they were watching a clown.

The companions who helped Wu Henan drive and deliver flowers all around also looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Wu Shao, are you still sending these flowers?"

"Shut up!" Wu Henan roared angrily, and then tried to force a smile, "You know what, Xiaoya is shy.

Looks like I'm going to send her flowers myself. "

With that said, get out of the car.

Holding flowers, we are about to head towards the hotel.

On the other side, beside Duanmu Xianya, the assistant looked stunned: "Xiao, Xiaoya, why did you do this?"

"Can't you tell? It's because of nausea." Duanmu Xianya said coldly.

Anyone who is in a bad mood and hears a fly squawking in his ear will feel sick.

"But I don't understand why you refused President Wu's pursuit?

He is handsome and rich, what makes you hate him? "

The little assistant asked with a wry smile.

"Can he write music? Can he carve wood carvings?" Duanmu Xianya asked immediately.

"Huh?" The little assistant was dumbfounded.

"forget it!"

Duanmu Xianya rolled her eyes, and continued to sulk aside.

When everyone on the street focused their attention on Wu Henan, no one noticed a blue convertible slowly coming from the other side of the street.

The owner of the car is a fashionable young man with a big back hair.

The light brown big back hair that has been dyed and ironed is neat and shiny.

With soft eyebrows and thin eyes, red lips and white teeth, she is more delicate than many women who have put on makeup.

The cyan fashionable long trench coat tightly wrapped her thin body, and the thin straight waist that was stretched out was enough to make most women feel ashamed.

This fashionable young man originally wanted to drive the car directly to the parking lot of the hotel, but he seemed to be attracted by the scene in front of him.

He parked the car on the side of the road and looked at it playfully.

And after Duanmu Xianya closed the window and drew the curtains, she laughed unscrupulously in the car.

"Hahahahaha-"

His voice is clear and powerful, like a singer who specializes in bel canto.

And this transparent laughter immediately attracted the attention of many people nearby.

Among them, Wu Henan was naturally included.

Wu Henan was already in a bad mood, how could he hear such piercing laughter.

To him, the voice must be mocking him on purpose!
Immediately stopped and turned around, glaring at the fashionable young man viciously: "You are courting death?"

However, as soon as he said this, there were discussions from several companions in his ears.

"Ah, that car...is Martha's centennial roadster?"

"But you've never heard of a cyan model?"

"Could it be customized?"

"Wait, that license plate number. Yang A0000?"

Several people saw that the background of the fashionable young man was very unusual, and hurriedly winked at Wu Henan, signaling him not to provoke him.

These Wu Henan's cronies and friends are all the rich second generation of Wu Cheng.

Even if they feel that the other party is not easy to mess with, it must be reasonable.

However, Wu Henan was already full of annoyance at this time, how could he listen to persuasion?

He strode up to the cyan sports car, pointed at the fashionable young man, and said with a ferocious expression: "You idiot smile quite happily.

Do you know who I am? "

The fashionable young man was not at all shocked by Wu Henan's ferocity, and smiled calmly: "I heard that the current president of Huanglong Industrial is a fool who can only chew on old age.

Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I realize how ridiculous the rumors are. "

He glanced at Wu Henan, and looked away as disgusted as if he saw a pile of garbage.

Putting his left hand on the side of the car window, he sneered and said: "This is not an idiot, at least an idiot is not useful.

And you are nothing more than trash. "

"You fucking!"

Wu Henan was furious after being scolded, and directly threw the bouquet of roses that he intended to give to Duanmu Xianya at the fashionable young man in the car.

However, the seemingly casual and fashionable young man reacted extremely quickly.

Lifting his right hand, he caught the rose.

Closing his eyes, he sniffed at it, and said regretfully, "What a beautiful flower, it's a pity that it smelled of oil from some trash."

He glanced at the group of women on the side of the road, and threw the rose there casually: "I'll see you off."

Saying that, the slender and white index finger and middle finger were juxtaposed, placed on the lips, and blew a kiss.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah! He's so handsome!"

"Who is this man? I want all his information!"

The women went completely insane, watching the fashionable young man in fascination, and then joined in the scramble for roses.

"Ahem. Why do I, a man, find him attractive?"

One of Wu Henan's rich second-generation companions had a strange face and muttered to himself.

However, when he looked around at the other men, he found that their expressions were almost the same.

"Good guy, kill both men and women!"

Wu Henan, completely insane!
He missed the shot, and rushed to the driver's seat, as if he was about to hit someone.

But before his hand touched the fashionable young man, it was as if he had been stabbed with a needle, and he felt a piercing pain.

"Ow—"

Wu Henan howled and took his hand back, only to find that a thin and long silver needle had been pricked in his palm at some point.

He gritted his teeth and reached out to pull it out.

But the fashionable young man smiled and said: "I advise you not to pull it out, or you will lose your life."

"Who the hell believes in you!" Wu Henan ignored him and pulled out the silver needle directly.

However, not only did the pain not disappear, but it became more intense.

"Ah-"

A stream of blood gushed out from Wu Henan's palm.

"Ahhh-"

Wu Henan had never suffered such torture before, and he screamed in pain, anger, and urgency: "Put the needle back in quickly!"

The fashionable young man shrugged his shoulders: "Do you think you are cheap?
If you don't want to unplug it, you won't listen, and if you unplug it, let me plug it back in for you. "

A series of footsteps sounded.

It was Wu Henan's cronies who rushed over.

(End of this chapter)