Personal security

Chapter 5: A Man's Pride

Huang Yifeng concealed his embarrassment and said, "Actually, I rarely go to such places. I only come here occasionally to accompany clients for business purposes."

The performance began. The rotating laser lights at the four corners of the hall projected colorful lights onto the central marble floor. Several revealingly dressed gorgeous girls danced on the dance floor like butterflies, twisting their waists and hips, kicking their legs and raising their arms, and occasionally making some incredible and provocative movements, which caused an uproar among the audience.

For Zhang Weiwei, who had been kept as a mistress by Shen Ziwen for a long time, such a performance was full of freshness. She stared at the dance floor with her eyes, and her heart was pounding.

After a few glasses of beer, Zhang Weiwei's face gradually turned red. She glanced at Huang Yifeng and said, "Mr. Huang, you are accompanying guests to the nightclub. Do you tell your wife?"

"I'm not married yet!" Huang Yifeng took a big sip of beer and smiled unrestrainedly.

"Oh, are your requirements too high?"

"That's not the case," Huang Yifeng said, "maybe it's fate. If I met a beautiful and talented girl like Miss Weiwei, I would have chased her relentlessly!"

"Thank you for your compliment." Zhang Weiwei's face was flushed, and she didn't know whether it was because she drank too much beer or because the man's praise made her ears hot and her heart beat. "Oh, the performance is over, and it should be time for dancing next, right?"

Sure enough, when the laser light turned again, the beautiful melody of "The Blue Danube" sounded in the hall, and pairs of dancers slid into the dance floor. Huang Yifeng stood up and looked at Zhang Weiwei with a smile: "I want to invite you to dance, okay?"

"Of course." Zhang Weiwei said with a bright smile. In Shen Ziwen's big villa, Zhang Weiwei often danced, but that was all to please Shen Ziwen. Zhang Weiwei had never experienced dancing with so many people like this, which made her a little excited.

Huang Yifeng took Zhang Weiwei's hand, put his arm around her waist, and jumped up briskly. Zhang Weiwei was tall, graceful, and light-footed. With her long hair that flowed like a waterfall, she immediately became the center of attention in the nightclub.

"Zhang Weiwei, you are so beautiful." Huang Yifeng looked at her delicate face.

"This is the third time you have complimented me tonight." Zhang Weiwei chuckled.

"I am telling the truth. You see, there are many beautiful women in the nightclub, but you are the most beautiful one." Huang Yifeng gradually became excited while hugging Zhang Weiwei... His fingers couldn't help but tremble.

"Yifeng, where do you live?" Zhang Weiwei seemed to notice his mood changes. She put her red lips close to his ears at some point, and asked softly with a breath as sweet as orchid. A strong perfume smell escaped from her hairline and rushed straight into his nostrils, making him intoxicated.

"Huangpu Garden, not far from here." He noticed the change in Zhang Weiwei's address for him, and Huang Yifeng couldn't help the throbbing of his heart.

"I'm tired, why don't you invite me to your house?" Zhang Weiwei put her hand on his shoulder and pinched him hard.

"Oh, then I welcome you, welcome you, infinitely welcome!" Huang Yifeng replied hurriedly. In his 40-year life journey, he has had many women - celebrities, ladies from ordinary families, and street girls. He has even tasted "Binmei" (Filipino girls) and "Spinach" (Singaporean girls), but this girl is the one that makes his heart beat the most. It seems that he still loves "local food" a little more in his bones.

They checked out and went downstairs. Ten minutes later, they were already at Huangpu Garden.

Huang Yifeng's residence is on the top floor of a building, with four bedrooms and two living rooms, 1,200 square feet, and the decoration is completely European style, with a large sofa and a large bed. Although he often doesn't go home, he still gives people a comfortable and tidy feeling because he specially hired a Filipino maid to clean twice a week.

Zhang Weiwei opened the window and a night scene with bright lights appeared in front of her. Gusts of cool breeze blew in her face, making her feel relaxed and happy.

Huang Yifeng made her a cup of fragrant hot coffee, put it on the coffee table, and said, "Weiwei, have some to refresh yourself, this is authentic Blue Mountain coffee!"

Zhang Weiwei sat down on the sofa, picked up the coffee, took a sip, then put down the cup, spread her hands comfortably, and sighed, "It's so comfortable! This feels a bit like home."

Huang Yifeng's eyes were a little straight: what a tempting picture of a beautiful woman resting in front of him! Zhang Weiwei's head was resting on the back of the sofa, her long curly hair like a waterfall fluttering down, and a strand of it drooped on her pretty face. She was lying on her back, her chest rose and fell with every breath, and the long skirt below was slightly opened, half revealing two beautiful legs with curvy curves.

Huang Yifeng felt that all the blood in his body was flowing to his brain, and a tremor passed through his body as if he was electrified. He stood there, at a loss, and hesitant to speak.

"What are you doing standing there like an idiot? Haven't you ever seen a woman before?" Zhang Weiwei said coquettishly, pausing for a moment, "Ah, why are you getting hot now!" She reached out and pulled at her collar...

After a long while, Zhang Weiwei sighed, "Yifeng, how long have we known each other? You've treated me like this?"

Huang Yifeng grinned awkwardly and stood up. What appeared in front of him was Zhang Weiwei's beautiful breasts. Under the illumination of the ceiling lamp in the living room, the smooth skin was dazzlingly white and bright and transparent, and the blue blood vessels under the skin could almost be seen clearly. He leaned down again lovingly, kissed the woman's chest, and said, "I'm sorry, who made you look so charming? I was too impulsive. I just couldn't help it, so..."

"Then you have to compensate me." Zhang Weiwei looked at Huang Yifeng with a charming look on her face. "Okay, how to compensate?" Huang Yifeng asked.

"I want you to be good to me for the rest of your life, can you do it?" Zhang Weiwei's little hands kept flicking on the man's body, and the soft feeling made people unable to control the new wave.

"Ah, you want to marry me?" Huang Yifeng was surprised. Although he really liked Zhang Weiwei, it was not the time to talk about marriage now. Besides, it’s so common for men and women to do this kind of thing together nowadays. You can’t say that all the girls you’ve had sex with will be married into your family, right?

"What's the matter, you don't like me? I can promise you that I will love you well. I will serve you well for the rest of my life and let you feel the pride of being a man. You don't have to rush to promise me now. I only want you. Treat me well, and I... will definitely make you unforgettable for the rest of your life..." Zhang Weiwei's eyes flashed with pride: "Let's go to the bedroom, and I will make you fall in love with me."

The two hugged each other and walked into the bedroom. Zhang Weiwei helped Huang Yifeng to the bed, took a slight breath, admired the man lying on the bed in a big letter shape, raised his pink feet, pinched them narrowly with his toes, and smiled. Said: "Tonight, I will give you everything I can give you..."

She walked to the living room, picked up the hot coffee that she had only taken two sips of, then found a can of frozen beer in the refrigerator and returned to the bedroom. She poured some hot coffee on Huang Yifeng...

However, she couldn't help but feel surprised in her heart. Dongfang Jianzong didn't even have two billion, so he dared to shout nonsense at the auction? Aren’t you afraid that if you hold up your funds and others will eat them up, you won’t be left with any bones?

At this moment, a pleasant cell phone ringtone sounded. Huang Yifeng woke up from his intoxication, broke away from Zhang Weiwei's embrace, grabbed his cell phone, and put it to his ear: "Hi, I'm Huang Yifeng..."

Dongfang Wenying's slightly annoyed voice came from the phone: "Huang Yifeng, where are you? I tell you, the contract has been signed. You should contact your cousin now and borrow at least two billion from him. I’ll figure out the rest!”

After putting down the phone, Huang Yifeng no longer felt any tenderness and sweetness. Two billion? Just kill me, where can I get it for you? When he took out the last loan, his cousin had already said that it was the last time. If he still couldn't repay the loan, he would no longer recognize him as his cousin from now on.

In the hall with soft music, Dongfang Wenying put down the phone, and she was too depressed to read any more. She couldn't figure out where she had made a mistake. Was she promising too little benefit? Or is the public relations effort insufficient? No matter what, it seemed that I might, probably, maybe, make a big mistake this time. I just called the presidents of several banks one after another. When they heard that it was a loan, they either said they were busy or wanted to study it further.

I usually get less of it? At the critical moment, everyone will act cunning!

Finally, it was the end of the song and everyone left. Under the bright light, seeing Dongfang Wenjing and Min Rou bidding farewell to some people reservedly, Dongfang Wenying's eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire.

Zhao Jianhui, that Zhao Jianhui again. Seeing the look of farewell in Dongfang Wenjing's eyes, Dongfang Wenying's anger boiled over. This person is really a key figure. It seems that he has been in trouble ever since he appeared in Nanyue. Thinking about what Zhang Mingyang said, Dongfang Wenying looked down at her beautiful dress, straightened her chest and walked towards Zhao Jianhui.

Because Min Rou was following her, even though he was extremely reluctant to leave, Zhao Jianhui still watched the beautiful mother and daughter leave slowly. Just when he turned around, he saw Dongfang Wenying standing behind him with a smile.

"Director Zhao, there should be nothing going on tonight, right? I'm here to fulfill the agreement between us. I wonder if Director Zhao has time to collect it?" Dongfang Wenying smiled on his face, but gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart.

Zhao Jianhui smiled faintly and asked puzzledly: "Have we ever made an agreement? What agreement?"

"You..." A flush suddenly appeared on Dongfang Wenjing's face. You bastard, you really are yours, this is not the way to humiliate people, right?