After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 215 Tonight!

"Boss Lu, I can't accept it..."

Wang Chuting was stunned. Before she could refuse, she felt the unique cold touch of metal on her neck.

"Ms. Wang, please don't move. Be careful not to pull your hair. Let me help you put it on."

Lu Liang smiled, gently lifted up her hair, trying not to touch the skin of her neck, and fastened the clasp of the necklace.

He took a half step back, looked at it carefully, and smiled approvingly: "It seems that it didn't deceive me. There is a destiny in the dark. The sword is given to the hero and the beautiful jewelry is given to the beauty."

The flawless snow-white swan neck is complemented by a necklace made of sapphire and platinum.

For some people, wearing a necklace will make the necklace more dazzling, while for some people, wearing a necklace will make themselves more dazzling.

Wang Chuting undoubtedly belongs to the latter. Even if nothing happens tonight, this necklace is worth the money.

Wang Chuting quickly said, "Mr. Lu, I appreciate your kindness and thank you very much, but I really can't accept it."

Lu Liang was too direct, which was beyond her expectations, but she didn't want their relationship to progress so quickly.

"Ms. Wang, keep it. I've already bought it. If you don't want it, there's no use for me to keep it."

Lu Liang smiled and did not stop Wang Chuting from taking off the necklace. Instead, he returned to his seat opposite.

He picked up the wine glass and swirled the red wine in it: "If I take it off now, I probably won't have a chance to wear it again in the future."

These two sentences revealed two messages. First, he didn't have a girlfriend, at least he was single in front of Wang Chuting.

Second, it means literally that opportunities are fleeting. Once you miss it, you miss it and there will never be a second time.

Just like fishing, you can bait a nest first, but the nest must have a reward. You can’t just let the fish eat the bait without biting the hook.

Then it's not him who's fishing, but the fish that's fishing him.

Lu Liang has no patience. If he fails once, he will give up on this fishing spot and never come back again.

Wang Chuting was silent. After hearing the implicit meaning, she stopped what she was doing and turned to look at the slightly reflective glass.

She turned around and smiled, her light blue eyes showing joy: "It's really beautiful, thank you Mr. Lu."

Although there were flaws in the plan, she had taken all kinds of considerations into account, but she had not expected Lu Liang to be so direct. However, she did not want to miss this opportunity because she was already 26 years old this year.

Girls' flowering period is very short.

Wang Chuting was not sure if she would have the chance to meet someone as suitable as Lu Liang.

He is rich and powerful, and most importantly, she is pleasing to the eye.

"As long as you like it." Lu Liang smiled indifferently, as if nothing had happened.

He waved his hand and called the waiter who was waiting in the distance: "Ms. Wang, you can tell him if you have any dietary restrictions."

In a high-end restaurant, what matters is not only the food and the environment, but also the service. In order to avoid hearing what they are talking, the waiters always stand far away, but as soon as you wave, they will immediately trot over.

Wang Chuting smiled faintly: "I can eat a lot. I haven't encountered anything I can't eat yet."

"Girls should still eat more. Many of my colleagues in the company only eat one meal a day, which can easily lead to stomach problems."

Lu Liang smiled and asked the waiter to pour wine for Wang Chuting: "Then let the kitchen prepare it. I don't have any dietary restrictions."

Wang Chuting said bitterly: "I was very happy when I was eating, but I was not happy when I looked at the scale afterwards."

"Eat more and move more, and you'll be able to digest it." Lu Liang raised his glass and looked out the window: "The night view of the Magic City is really beautiful."

The 91-story building has no obstructions in front, and you can almost see through the Huangpu River to the bustling Bund on the opposite bank.

"It is very beautiful, but this beauty ultimately belongs to a minority of people." Wang Chuting looked in the direction of his gaze and felt emotional.

Back then, when Bai Juyi first arrived in Chang'an, he was a tribute student, which is equivalent to today's county-level cadres. Even he felt that Chang'an was so big and it was not easy to live there.

What's more, she is from an ordinary family like them. She has lived in this city for five years. No matter how glamorous she is during the day, she has to take the subway for more than an hour to go to the suburbs every night because the rent there is cheaper.

Although her salary is not low, more than 30,000 yuan a month, she wants to save the money to improve herself and use it to choose an ideal husband.

"This is indeed a landscape that belongs to a minority of people. I spent seven years measuring every inch of this city with my own feet."

Lu Liang took a sip of red wine and sighed sincerely: "But later I found that the right choice is often more important than the right effort." He was just speaking out of emotion, reminiscing about the days when he ran orders, but Wang Chuting heard it as a hint. She was silent for a long time: "The right choice is indeed more important than hard work."

Lu Liang laughed in silence, but did not explain, because he knew that the mixed-race girl in front of him had made the right choice.

As half a bottle of red wine was finished and more and more dishes appeared on the table, the two of them started talking.

Wang Chuting is quick-witted and very intelligent. She can always find common topics with Lu Liang. In the past, Lu Liang was usually responsible for the conversation, but tonight he took over the conversation.

It has to be said that chatting with her was indeed very comfortable, and Lu Liang also learned that her emotional intelligence and EQ were very high.

But it makes sense. As one of the world's top business magazines, Forbes meets with business tycoons.

Reporters are absolutely not allowed to ask: "Really? I don't believe it", which is extremely offensive and has a very low EQ.

This kind of speech doesn't sound like an interview but rather like an interrogation, which directly puts the interviewee into a trap of self-incrimination.

If you can say it, you are either stupid or bad.

As the night deepened, two bottles of red wine were opened, and Wang Chuting's fair skin was gradually flushed with a layer of red.

"Mr. Lu, I'm going to the bathroom."

She was about to stand up when she saw her center of gravity shift. Lu Liang hurried forward to support her: "Ms. Wang, let me help you over."

"Thank you, Mr. Lu." Wang Chuting's eyes were hazy with drunkenness, and she looked very charming. She was wearing high heels, and when she stood up, she was almost as tall as Lu Liang.

Lu Liang helped her walk out of the restaurant and into the elevator. Logically, the bathroom was not in this direction. A hint of clarity flashed in Wang Chuting's eyes, but she chose to remain silent.

The elevator goes directly to the 100th floor. The IFC has a total of 101 floors, but there is a helicopter pad on the roof, so the 100th floor is not particularly suitable for living.

Lu Liang asked Wen Chao to book a room here in the afternoon. As soon as he swiped his card and entered the room, he hugged Wang Chuting's slender waist.

The two of them were almost the same height, so for the first time he didn't have to lower his head to kiss them. All parts of their bodies also matched perfectly. It had to be said that it was just right.

Wang Chuting closed her eyes and seemed to realize what was going to happen next. She suddenly crossed her legs and closed the door with the heels of her high heels.

From then on, there were only two of them in the space.

As Lu Liang gradually became dissatisfied with the clothes, Wang Chuting's eyes showed a trace of panic, and she almost made a sound from her throat: "Mr. Lu, why don't I go take a shower first."

She knew it would come to this sooner or later, but she didn't expect it to happen faster than 64 times the speed, tonight.

Lu Liang pursed his lips and smelled the scent of lipstick left on them. He smiled and said softly, "Go."

Her kissing technique was very unfamiliar, and she was completely different from the humorous Wang Chuting just now, so he also became tolerant.

Wang Chuting blushed and hurried to the bathroom in small steps. Just when she breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly there was a crisp sound, like the sound of a switch being turned, and the blurry walls of the bathroom suddenly became clear.

She saw Lu Liang sitting on the sofa, taking out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and waving at her.

Lu Liang had just discovered this function, so he drank beer, watched the beauty bathing, and felt a big white cloud floating in the air.

Wang Chuting was both ashamed and angry, but helpless. She could only glare fiercely to vent her dissatisfaction.

“We’re already here,” “The children are still young,” “It’s the New Year,” “It’s not easy for any of us.

Words popped up in my mind one by one, as the clothes on my body were taken off one by one.

First, there was a white dress with a light gauze texture. After taking it off, only one piece of clothing was left on the body.

Because the dress does not need to be worn, most people use two pieces.

Wang Chuting covered her chest with one arm, wearing Valentino high heels. Her waist and legs were 1.2 meters long, maybe even longer.

Lu Liang stared at the perfect figure that looked like Venus, still not satisfied, but still turned off the glass switch.

Too much is as bad as too little, it will backfire, so just do it if it's about right. After all, Wang Chuting is very resistant, and it wouldn't be good to be too offensive.

Suddenly the glass started to fog up again. Wang Chuting was surprised. Lu Liang's voice came from outside the bathroom: "Ms. Wang, I'm going to another bathroom to wash up."

Hearing this, Wang Chuting's eyes gradually became gentle, and she whispered softly: "It's okay, not particularly bad."

(End of this chapter)