rose lock

Gong Yan stood up, came to Hua Manyi, glanced at the roses in her arms, "Do you like this kind of flowers?"

Hua Manyi hung up the phone, not knowing why she asked such a question, breathed a sigh of relief, "Yeah."

After she finished speaking, she waited for a long time for the other party to respond, she couldn't help but look up, only to see a graceful back at the door, and the sentence "I see" echoed in her ears.

Hua Manyi immediately bent her eyes and touched the fresh and delicate rose petals.

When Hua Manyi followed Ian to the party on the second day, almost all the people in the hall were present, toasting toasting, dancing to dancing, and smoke billowing from the dance floor.

Gong Yan was listening to Jiang Yin's speech. He said that a funny thing happened in Paramount recently. As soon as the corner of his mouth turned up, he saw a familiar figure walking in not far away, and the smile on his face stopped.

"Yiyi, be careful, hold my hand." Ian is wearing a foreign dress today, elegant and generous, holding Huamanyi like a big sister leading a little sister into the door, the red carpet is very long, speaking English from time to time The foreigner came over to say hello to Ian, but Hua Manyi couldn't understand, especially when the other party looked at her with a smile in his eyes, she held Ian's hand tightly at a loss.

She was afraid of embarrassing her.

But fortunately, Ian said in her ear, "This is Ofina, she said you are beautiful."

Hua Manyi immediately replied thank you, who knew that Ian and Ofina suddenly laughed, Hua Manyi blushed, and stuck to Ian's ear, "Why are you all laughing...Did I say that?" wrong."

Ian sent Ofina away, and then slowly took Hua Manyi to a seat and sat down, "You are right, but the pronunciation is a bit substandard."

Hua Manyi: "..."

"Angry?" Ian poured her wine, smiled and approached her to take a closer look, but Hua Manyi turned her face to avoid her, so she didn't want her to see her embarrassing and shameful side.

"Your ears are red, Yiyi." Ian joked.

Hua Manyi really wanted to find a place to hide, "Did I speak badly?"

I didn't study hard when I was in junior high school, but now it's better, it's a shame.

"No," Ian suddenly stretched out his hands to Hua Manyi's ears on both sides, covering them weakly. The slightly prickly lace gloves rubbed against the pinnae of the ears. Hua Manyi froze for a moment, and even she could feel the redness of her ears. , Looking at the sexy Ian in front of her, she was suddenly speechless.

"Ian?"

Ian blinked her right eye, "I'll cover it for you, so that no one will see your ears blushing."

"But... won't this be more eye-catching?" Hua Manyi looked at her suspiciously, "Are you kidding me?"

"What do you mean by 'playing with you'?" Ian pretended to be confused, "Yiyi, what kind of vocabulary is this, I don't seem to have learned it before."

"Really don't understand?" Hua Manyi believed her when she saw her sincere eyes, looking eager to learn about something she didn't understand.

"'Tricking you' is playing tricks."

"Yiyi, what is playing around?"

"Toy is..." Hua Manyi caught a glimpse of someone's upturned mouth from the corner of her eye, and suddenly came to her senses, pretending to be angry, "Ian!"

"Okay, okay, Yiyi is so cute, I can't help but want to bully..." Ian hurriedly grabbed her hand and explained.

Hua Manyi didn't want to follow her lead, so she drank red wine by herself.

"Yiyi, I was wrong, I shouldn't tease you like this." Ian stood behind her, his chin resting on her shoulder, "Yiyi, forgive me, please?"

Huamanyi kept silent and drank in a muffled voice, but Ian didn't know what to do and asked to dance.

"Yiyi, you see Mrs. Gong is also dancing, do you want to join me?" Ian stretched out his hand in front of her eyes as an invitation.

Hearing that name, Hua Manyi paused for a moment, her eyes fell on the dance floor, and after a while, she found the figure and Jiang Yin beside her.

Influenced by Western culture, social habits and an open attitude are advocated in Haicheng. Haicheng has had ballroom dancing for two women for a long time. Even on the dance floor, there are many foreign girls dancing face to face with their wives. Not only are they not ashamed, but Feel very modern.

"Look how well they dance." Ian was still breathing in her ear.

Hua Manyi clenched her hands on her lap slightly. Not only did they dance well, but they also danced in harmony, talking and laughing.

Seeing that she was distracted, Ian gently held her palm and lifted her up from the chair, "Yiyi, it's rare for you to come to participate, so just think of it as dancing with me, okay?"

When Hua Manyi reacted, one hand was already on Ian's palm, and the other was supporting her waist. She stumbled and followed her footsteps, "Yi, Ian, I'm not ready yet..."

"Just follow me." Ian intends to guide her, but even so, Hua Manyi has not recovered from the scene of Gong Ma and Jiang Yin dancing in her mind, and accidentally stepped on Ian's foot, The body fell to her side, and she expected to be ashamed again.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Ian supported her waist and stabilized her body. The two of them were in an ambiguous posture like a couple in love.

Hua Manyi hurriedly withdrew from Ian's arms. She couldn't be ashamed, and slowly followed Ian's pace. The melody flowed in the hall, and with the dance steps, only the person in front of her was left in her eyes. She saw the seriousness and smile on Ian's face, and she even saw Ian's heart to be friends with her and even slowly approach him.

She never thinks how good she is, and her family is backward. She Huamanyi is a dog that everyone shouts and beats. The lofty Miss Hua family fell to the dancer who was rolling in the wind and dust.

Although foreigners are open and tolerant, they are not without class concepts. Whenever a rickshaw driver who carries passengers in the streets and alleys pulls a foreigner, he can always see the disdain and contempt for the lower class in the eyes of the foreigner.

"Ian, why do you insist on writing to me?" Hua Manyi couldn't figure it out, and finally asked.

Ian turned around close to her face, thinking, "Would you believe me if I said I like you?"

About four months ago, she went to paint a portrait of a powerful family. The concubine and her daughter belittled the painting she made, not only did not pay her, but even in front of her Tearing up the painting is tantamount to an extreme humiliation for a painter.Due to her power, she couldn't scold, so she could only pack her painting tools aggrievedly and was kicked out of the gate.

It was a cold and snowy day, and there were few people on the road. When she passed a dance hall, she heard singing like a nightingale. She had never heard such a heart-warming singing voice, so she took out a few pounds and bought it. Zhang sat down. At that time, the environment of the dance hall was actually not very good. On the contrary, it was very noisy and messy. The guests were all angry, smashing wine bottles and chairs. Around and even in the background are the trembling cries of women.

As the confident and flamboyant figure on the stage sang, miraculously, those men quieted down, their irritable hearts were soothed by the singing, and even her heart, which had suffered all the setbacks that day, became peaceful as if it had been washed away. peaceful.

That delicate and beautiful face is only seventeen or eighteen years old, but under her slender body, she has such courage and courage to calm the audience, that is something she is ashamed of.

"Which one do you like?" Hua Manyi looked into her eyes, her green pupils were like the vitality in spring.

The footsteps stopped slowly, and Ian's red lips approached little by little, his lips were red and his teeth were white, "It's...women like women, do you want it?"

"I..." The dance stopped completely, surrounded by shaking figures.

Ian held her face in his hands and stared at her affectionately, "I will redeem you from Mrs. Gong, Yiyi should be free, that place is not suitable for you..."

"She's not suitable for you either!"

Suddenly, a voice came in, breaking the atmosphere between the two of them. Hua Manyi was about to look for the sound, but someone held her face, and a force prevented her from turning her head.

"Ian—"

Her lips were sealed, Hua Manyi's eyes widened, her whole body froze, she stared blankly at the woman who was close at hand, her light green pupils reflected her face.

Until the arm was grabbed by someone, a force took her away from Ian's hand, and the woman above her head exuded a cold expression, restraining her emotions, "Ms. Ian, please respect yourself!"

Ian, on the other hand, ignored Gong Yan's warning and licked the corner of his mouth, "Yiyi, I'll wait for your answer."

The stalemate here attracted the attention of many people. A foreigner dressed as a businessman came over and asked Ian what was going on. Ian replied, "Uncle, I am pursuing that beautiful and charming lady."

As soon as the words fell, people whispered around. In Haicheng, it has not yet reached the point of fully inclusive development. It seems that this kind of thing has happened to everyone for the first time. The eyes of Hua Manyi became strange, as if she It's like a monster, even foreign girls can be seduced, whether it's a use or a scheming, it's self-evident.

Standing behind Gong Yan, Hua Manyi's face turned pale, only to realize that these people's eyes were piercing, with contempt, disdain, and the kind of disgust from the bottom of their hearts. Some things have never been put on the table since ancient times. It was nothing more than dirty and taboo. Now that Ian said so, everyone thought she was having sex with a woman, and those eyes pierced her to shame.

"Gong Ma..." She grasped Gong Yan's hand helplessly.

Gong Yan squinted her eyes, stared at Ian, and scolded in a cold voice, "Ms. Ian, I won't interfere in the matter of your liking for women, but my family's Manyi is still young, and I can't resist the temptation of you as an adult, so I hope you will let her go." Pass us Manyi."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was a little shaken, and this remark made sense. Hua Manyi is at this age, with little experience, and has never seen much in the world. It is really possible that she was deceived by this foreign girl. .Thinking of this, the way he looked at Ian changed a few times.

"Mrs. Gong, what do you mean?" Ian was rarely annoyed, "Do you suspect that I am deceiving her?"

"Whether I'm tricking you or not," Gong Yan looked at the man beside Ian, "Mr. Simon, I hope your niece can give me an explanation tomorrow, excuse me."

Simon was still confused, so he had no choice but to agree first, and stopped Ian beside him to let her stop the meeting.

Gong Yan took Hua Manyi's hand and walked out from the crowd watching the theater, got into the car, Uncle Fu didn't know the situation, "Ma'am?"

"Back to Fenghai."

"it is good."

The atmosphere in the car was dignified and suffocating, all the way back to Fenghai, Gong Yan pulled him into the room with a cold face, went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, pulled over the handkerchief on Hua Manyi's chest, wet it, and wiped the pimple on her mouth vigorously. trace.