The rich man: Who made him rich?

Chapter 8 Japanese movie opening [Godfathers, please read on! ]

Sunny Venice.

In the spacious living room, Li Li's landlord, Hu Ling, rested her hands and feet on a yoga mat, her body in an inverted V shape. Fine beads of sweat gathered into bean-sized beads on the snow-white skin of her chest and dripped smoothly onto the yoga mat.

Phone voice: "Take a minute's rest."

Hu Ling straightened up, her forehead was covered with sweat, her face was clearly red and white, and she had a healthy beauty after exercise.

She is one of the most curvy women in the petite class. In addition to her appearance and clothing, she also pays great attention to body management.

Hu Ling sat on the yoga mat, picked up her mobile phone, opened the social software, and read the replies from netizens. Although she is married, she is still keen on chatting with netizens on social software and posting some exquisite daily life online, such as which famous restaurants she went to and which countries she traveled to, and enjoy the praise and pursuit of netizens.

This is her freedom.

"Beauty, do you want a date?"

"Sister lives such a refined life. You can tell from one glance that she is a well-educated person."

"It's a life I can't afford..."

Hu Ling picked out a few messages that she liked and responded to them, but there were a few very offensive messages that disgusted her and reminded her of the tenants she disliked.

Phone prompt: "Prepare for the next group."

When Hu Ling put down her phone and prepared to continue doing yoga, the doorbell rang.

Hu Ling was surprised to see Li Li standing outside the door, and frowned slightly: "What's the matter?"

She had a bad impression of this Kyoto man who was causing trouble.

"I went to a nearby mall to change my phone. I passed by Starbucks and bought a cup of coffee. The clerk said there was a promotion, one cup became two cups, and the extra cup was for you." Li Li shook the coffee in his hand.

The coffee was bought on purpose, but you can't say it directly. Deliberately giving gifts to women will arouse her defensiveness. It would be much better to find an excuse.

She seemed to be exercising, her legs outlined by tight blue yoga pants, she was not wearing socks, her toes were slender, and her nails were painted with cardamom red nail polish, a favorite of foot fetishists.

She was wearing a white belly-baring vest, and her exposed skin was covered with sweat... Li Li was feasting his eyes.

This scene is like the beginning of a Japanese movie, with a husband who is not at home, a wife who practices yoga, a young tenant... and the story always ends with a sentence "Anada, what the hell..."

"Thank you." After hesitating for a second, Hu Ling took the coffee.

If it was Luckin Coffee, she would have refused.

"Do you have anything else to do?" Hu Ling said as she saw the guest off. Firstly, she didn't like it, and secondly, she still had to exercise.

"I would like to invite you to have dinner at Maison Lameloise. I would like to ask you what fun things there are in Shanghai." Li Li made the invitation with a smile.

Maison Lameloise is a French light luxury restaurant in the Shanghai Center Building. It is also a check-in destination for Shanghai’s socialites. The average consumption per person starts at 2000. It is really hard to refuse for those who love the petty-bourgeois style.

There was visible hesitation on Hu Ling's face. A dinner of 5000 yuan was a luxury for her. It took up one-third of her expenses. She would not go out unless it was a anniversary.

"Okay... How about we do it at around five in the evening, when I've finished my exercise?" Hu Ling finally couldn't resist the temptation and agreed.

Li Li smiled warmly: "Okay, but I just arrived in Shanghai and I don't have a car. Can I take your car?"

He doesn’t have a car… Hu Ling’s mood suddenly became cheerful, and she felt superior. Her smile even became sweeter: “Okay, no problem.”

"Sister Hu, when you are ready, just knock on my door." Li Li and Hu Ling agreed to return to their rooms.

Petty bourgeoisie women are the most difficult to deal with. They are greedy, good at calculating, overdrawing their future and coveting a life that does not belong to them. But they are also the easiest to deal with. Take her to see scenery that does not belong to them, and they will listen to you.

At this time, Li Li had more than 5000 yuan in his hands, which was enough for him to take Hu Ling to the center of Shanghai.

It's getting dark.

Hu Ling knocked on Li Li's door.

She was obviously dressed up carefully, wearing a high-end dark blue dress, a young and mature style, a bag with the LV logo, a silver necklace at her neckline that sparkled, and delicate makeup. Compared to the morning, she was now in full swing, with an unmistakable celebrity style.

"Sister Hu is very delicate." Li Li praised with a smile.

"No, I just dressed up." Hu Ling said one thing but meant another. She was visibly happy and continued, "I just bought a new car, a BMW 60 Series worth yuan. There's still interior odor in the car. Is that okay with you?"

You said the car smells, why do you want a quote... Li Li secretly laughed in his heart, knowing that Hu Ling felt superior, and said in cooperation: "How does a 60 yuan car drive?"

"Get in the car and experience it yourself." Hu Ling raised her eyebrows.

The BMW 5 Series can be considered a luxury car for the common people and is almost the dream car of an ordinary family. It is normal for Hu Ling to feel superior.

After getting in the car, Li Li praised the new car. Hu Ling tried hard to pretend that she didn't care, but her upturned eyes betrayed her. She happily introduced to Li Li how much the car seat cushion cost, how much the electric heater cost...

"I'm also planning to buy a car and will go and see it tomorrow." Li Li mentioned it intentionally.

Hu Ling caught it keenly and was very interested: "Before buying a car, I also visited many 4S stores. What brand do you plan to buy? Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Audi, Land Rover or Cadillac?"

Hu Ling felt that Li Li's family conditions were not bad and that she was in the same social class as him, so he should start buying a BBA car.

"Neither..." Li Li shook his head in denial, "I'm going to see BYD tomorrow."

"Domestic cars~." Hu Ling dragged out the last syllable meaningfully. Women don't know much about cars, and their understanding of domestic cars is still stuck in the year 2000.

The sense of superiority in my heart suddenly filled up and was about to overflow.

It turns out that you can only afford to buy a domestic car... Hu Ling smiled secretly in her heart.

Li Li nodded and admitted: "Kyoto has a car, so I can just buy a car in Shanghai to drive around. Any price is fine."

Hu Ling just thought that his pride was getting in the way and he was too embarrassed to do it, so she didn't comment too much because Li Li treated her to dinner.

Half an hour later, Li Li and Hu Ling arrived at the door of Maison Lameloise, sat down, and ordered dishes worth 4500 yuan.

In the restaurant, the men are well-dressed, the women have exquisite makeup, the music is melodious, and the colorful lights outside the window create a great atmosphere.

Li Li took a quick look around and found that Mrs. Hu was a bright spot in the restaurant. Some of the ladies around her were not as mature as her, some were not as charming as her, and some were not as pretty as her... Many men would secretly glance at her.

"The steak made by their chef is very nice, and the desserts are also very good." After taking a few photos of the night view, the restaurant and selfies, Hu Ling introduced them happily.

Li Li replied: "I am looking forward to it."

Ten minutes later, Li Li watched Hu Ling eating steak, looking so moved that she was about to cry, and suspected that there was something wrong with her tongue.

The taste is better, but as for revealing...that kind of expression?

(End of this chapter)