The years when I was an old man

The others also looked at Master Hong with doubts on their faces.

Seeing Master Hong smiling handsomely, he said:

"I want to win a woman. Give her a man with a handsome appearance and an interesting soul. For example, someone like me!"

What Master Hong said was true.

He is handsome enough, humorous enough, and has enough family background.

But I really don't understand what he meant by that.

Master Hong also saw my doubts, raised his eyebrows, and said:

"Isn't Kanye afraid of being caught by this Zhang Fan? Then let's set up a game for this Zhang Fan and let her become our own!"

"What game?"

"Seduction, beauty trap!"

As soon as Master Hong's words fell.

Xiaoshi and Xiaoduo looked at each other.

Old Hei and Diamond Seven were ashamed.

Only the dumb, gave a thumbs up, and stammered:

"m, m, no, nothing wrong!"

"Aren't you worried that Lin Qiaoqiao will know?"

Zhong Rui still asked Master Hong indifferently.

Master Hong raised his head halfway, with a dignified look, he said:

"Of course I'm worried. But in order for our team to win this mahjong competition. Master Hong, I can only dedicate myself to help everyone!"

"Am I feeling sick?"

Xiaoduo pouted and made a disgusted expression.

"Me too!"

Xiaoshi continued.

As soon as the voice fell, everyone dispersed immediately.

I was the only one who stood there stupidly.

Master Hong immediately stepped forward, took my arm and said:

"Little Sixth Master, they don't cooperate with me, you have to cooperate with me!"

"I?"

I looked at Master Hong with embarrassment.

To be honest, I really don't want to hurt the world and reason with Master Hong.

Mostly, I always have a feeling.

Master Hong's way of picking up girls may not be able to win that cheongsam girl Zhang Fan.

In Hong Ye's words, his identity is now the son of Melo, the legend of a thousand families.

Going out without a follower by his side would damage his image.

Therefore, my identity is still his follower.

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Most of the contestants and staff members who came from other places this time lived in Zheng Ruhuan's Huahai Hotel.

This hotel is good, super five-star.

In addition to various luxurious supporting facilities, the most attractive thing is the casino on the roof.

When Master Hong and I arrived in Huahai, it was after three o'clock in the afternoon.

As soon as he entered the lobby, he saw Master Hong looking around for a while, then his eyes fixed on a corner of the lobby bar.

There was a woman sitting there, Zhang Fan, a cheongsam girl.

In front of her is a cup of coffee and some desserts, holding a magazine in her hand.

Compared with yesterday's elegant cheongsam.

Zhang Fan's clothes today are more fresh and pleasant.

A water-blue silk dress, reflecting the luster of water ripples.

This also made her skin fairer and more flawless.

Long black hair, casually draped over his shoulders.

On the smooth beautiful legs is a pair of very tempting black stockings.

With a pair of high-heeled crystal sandals, it makes the whole person more graceful.

Looking at Zhang Fan, Lord Hong whispered to me:

"This woman really looks more and more interesting. Hey, what a pity, I already have Qiaoqiao!"

Master Hong's words made me feel ashamed.

You have Qiaoqiao, so what are you doing now?

The two of us walked up to Zhang Fan, Master Hong put on a gentlemanly look, and said directly:

"Miss Zhang, can I sit here?"

Zhang Fan then raised his head, glanced at Master Hong, and said politely:

"You please!"

Lord Hong sat down generously.

This was originally a small round table for afternoon tea, with only two chairs.

Now, the two of them sat facing each other.

And I can only stand beside Master Hong foolishly.

This is not a big deal, Master Hong then turned his head and looked at me, and said:

"Little Six, order me an iced Americano!"

Little six?

I was speechless.

Zhang Fan on the opposite side looked at me curiously, and asked Lord Hong:

"I remember yesterday, you seem to call him Little Sixth Master?"

Master Hong didn't change his face, and immediately denied it.

"You must have heard it wrong. He is my assistant and driver. How could I call him Little Sixth Master?"

While talking, the waiter had already brought up the iced Americano.

Master Hong took the coffee, but didn't drink it.

Instead, he suddenly said to Zhang Fan:

"Miss Zhang, can you smile at me?"

Zhang Fan was startled, he didn't understand what Master Hong meant.

"why?"

Master Hong looked at Zhang Fan affectionately, and deliberately said in a subwoofer-like voice:

"Because there is no sugar in my iced Americano!"

In a word, Zhang Fan smiled gracefully.

It must be admitted that Master Hong does have a way of teasing girls.

What kind of girl, what kind of method does he use.

There are dirty jokes that go straight to the point, and there are also elegant cold humor.

"Miss Zhang, do you know why I like ice Americano?"

Zhang Fan shook his head again.

"Because the iced American coffee language is. Love, there is no good or bad, only preference. Just like the moment I met Miss Zhang, I have a preference..."

Master Hong's words made Zhang Fan laugh again.

However, she changed the subject and asked:

"After all this, I still don't know your name!"

"Chen Yonghong!"

Zhang Fan frowned slightly, staring at Lord Hong again and again.

Lord Hong was a little scared by her look, and asked:

"What are you looking at?"

"Are you Melo's son?"

"That's right! I've been walking around the rivers and lakes, deliberately keeping a low profile, so I didn't say my surname is Mei."

Master Hong blinked his eyes, talking nonsense.

Zhang Fan smiled calmly.

"Although I don't know what Melo's real name is. But I know that Melo is his pseudonym, and his surname is not Mei. Mr. Chen's accent is from Habei. As far as I know, Habei has a thousand families." The master retired here. Her name is Qu Fengmei. And her husband is not from a thousand families, but his surname is Chen. If my guess is correct, you should be the son of Ms. Qu Fengmei, right?"

This Zhang Fan is really amazing.

Relying on Hong Ye's words, she guessed Hong Ye's real identity.

Master Hong's face did not change color.

He put his finger to his lips and made a silencing motion.

"Miss Zhang, I'm only telling you one person. In fact, I'm Melo's illegitimate son. I'm just being fostered by the Chen family..."

At this moment, I am embarrassed with my feet on the ground.

Lord Hong told all kinds of lies.

Zhang Fan was startled, and was about to speak.

Suddenly, a man's voice came from behind him:

"Hi, may I ask if you are Melo's son?"

Looking back, I saw a bald head, accompanied by that temperament and my imagination, Gu Ziliu, who also called himself Little Sixth Master, came over.