I'm not interested in money or women.

Chapter 3 Go to Your Place

Chapter 3 Go to Your Place
Lu Feng didn't know why Song Qian was targeting him.

But when they met again, he didn't mind having a drink with this acquaintance.

Song Qian was slightly startled.

Seeing the half-empty wine glass handed to her by Lu Feng, she smiled, clinked her glasses lightly with Lu Feng's, and took a sip.

Lu Feng did not just take a sip, but drank half the glass in one gulp, letting the wine roll on his tongue and mouth for a while before swallowing it down in one gulp.

Watching him drinking heavily, Song Qian tilted her head and laughed, "You really are here to drink."

Whiskey has a high alcohol content. If you have other purposes, you will definitely not order pure whiskey.

Even if you order it, you won’t drink it too fast.

Because if you drink quickly, you will get drunk quickly.

It's hard to do things when you're drunk.

Lu Feng ordered a classic without soda water and drank it in big gulps, it was obvious that he came here to drink.

Lu Feng did not respond, but picked up the wine glass again and drank the rest of the wine before speaking.

"Not anymore."

The bartender raised his hand and gestured, "A glass of Playboy."

Hearing the wine he ordered, Song Qian smiled playfully: "A veteran in the love field?"

As the name suggests, Playboy is a classic scumbag wine.

It was created for Erskine Gwinnett, the owner of Playboy magazine, and has had a romantic temperament since its birth.

"It's not a love story."

Lu Feng looked into her eyes and said, "Let's have fun!"

Seeing his rather aggressive eyes, Song Qian narrowed her eyes slightly before she asked with a smile, "Are you so frank? Have you had many women?"

"Quite a bit."

Lu Feng retracted his gaze: "There are people prettier than you."

Song Qian's smile paused, then faded, but a hint of fire flashed in her eyes: "Really? Why didn't I see that you had this kind of charm?"

Female competition is a program buried in women's DNA. When they learn of the existence of other competitors, they will involuntarily strive for the favor of the superior.

"Then you have to ask yourself."

Lu Feng lazily leaned his elbows on the bar, turned his head, and smiled playfully: "Why did you come to chat with me?"

Never respond to the other person's questions, but ask questions.

It is very useful whether at the negotiation table or when facing PUA.

Facing his question, Song Qian felt a little flustered, but she remained calm on the surface: "I liked you more, but now I don't like you a little bit."

"That's good."

Lu Feng retracted his gaze: "Otherwise you will regret it."

"?"

Song Qian was somewhat confused by his attitude. She couldn't tell whether she was angry or speechless. After holding it in for a long while, she couldn't help but sneered: "It's not a good trick for a little man to pretend to be deep."

"Profundity is like wrinkles, you can't fake it."

Lu Feng looked at the brown-orange liquid that the bartender poured into the glass.

He didn't look at Song Qian, but when she heard him say the word "wrinkles", Song Qian's heart felt like it was stabbed, and a hint of unnaturalness flashed across her expression.

After the age of 30, age becomes the most sensitive area in women's hearts.

Song Qian picked up the wine glass, drank the pink wine in the glass, and then raised her hand: "A glass of white beauty."

After saying that, she raised her chin slightly and glanced at Lu Feng.

Hearing the drink she ordered, Lu Feng turned around.

Looking at her body that she didn't even know when she sat up straight, Lu Feng showed a smile.

The White Lady is another classic cocktail created by Harry McElhone, the creator of the Playboy, and was released a few years earlier than the Playboy.

It is said that in London in the 20s when he lived, there was a very elegant and charming lady who often appeared at parties in London's high-end social circles.

She often wears a white dress, which is bright and charming, so she is called "White Lady".

Translated it means White Beauty.

It seems that his wrinkle finally touched Dean Song's sore spot, prompting her to start proving her charm.

"White Lady, this wine is perfect for you."

After hearing Lu Feng's words, Song Qian felt better.

Lu Feng must know the origin of the White Lady, and this sentence is an acknowledgement of her charm.

With a slight smile, she asked, "Your American pronunciation is very standard. Have you been to the United States?"

“I was in San Francisco for three years.”

Lu Feng took the Playboy brought by the bartender, but did not drink it.

"San Francisco?"

Song Qian was a little surprised.

She previously worked in Davis, California, not far from San Francisco.

"School? Or work?"

Her tone became more serious.

“Hiding from debt.”

Lu Feng's answer was beyond her expectations.

"Hiding from debt? Need to flee the country? How much do you owe?"

"That's enough money to kill me."

Song Qian was really shocked this time: "Then you..."

Lu Feng knew what she wanted to ask, and smiled and spread his hands: "Since I'm here, it means everything is fine."

Song Qian breathed a sigh of relief, but her curiosity grew stronger: "Where do you live in San Francisco?"

"I've slept in Chinatown, in basements, in parks, and on the streets."

Lu Feng picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

In his previous life, he rarely mentioned these things.

But after his rebirth, he spoke it out naturally when facing Song Qian.

"You're lucky to be able to come back. Many people are stuck there and can't come back for the rest of their lives."

Song Qian sighed: "I didn't expect that you, who looks young, have experienced so much." "Then you are wrong."

Lu Feng looked at her with a half-smile and said with a double meaning: "I'm already big."

Song Qian naturally understood what he said, but she didn't feel disgusted. She laughed out loud and even said, "You little brat?"

"Pay attention to the pronunciation. Is it a ghost or a turtle?"

If you don't say a few dirty words in the bar, you will be doing a disservice to the lighting environment.

"Haha! You have no respect for your elders!"

Song Qian cursed angrily, but the atmosphere between the two became much more relaxed.

After learning that Lu Feng had been to San Francisco, Song Qian found many more common topics with him and started asking questions with great interest.

"Have you ever been to Folsom?"

"I don't touch prostitutes."

"You think it's dirty?"

"Correct."

"You are more direct."

"No need to be polite."

"There are poor people among them."

“Poor doesn’t mean not dirty.”

"...You're really...easy to get beaten for saying that!"

"As long as you know how to fight back, the beating will not be in vain."

"Haha! That makes sense... Have you ever been robbed?"

"Yes, I have. I have also robbed others."

"You're still robbing others?"

"There is nowhere else to go. If you don't rob, you will starve to death."

"Who did you rob?"

"I spotted a Mercedes-Benz AMG GT, pried open the lock and got in, intending to steal some cash, but the person who got in was a Chinese woman."

"You robbed her?"

"No, she treated me to a meal and gave me a chance."

"what chance?"

“An opportunity to return home with dignity.”

……

The two of them drank and chatted, and before they knew it, they had already drunk five or six glasses of wine.

Lu Feng was fine, but Song Qian looked a little drunk.

She had already drunk a lot of alcohol before she came to chat up Lu Feng.

After five or six drinks, she realized that she was drunk.

According to her habit, after drinking three cups, she would find an excuse to leave.

But for some reason, she has stayed until now, chatting with the little man in front of her and listening to his past, whether true or false.

She vaguely felt that she seemed to be trapped.

"Hahaha!"

She was amused by Lu Feng's words again, but almost fell over.

But Lu Feng grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

Unable to sit still, she fell on Lu Feng, her body going limp a little.

Holding Lu Feng's shoulders, she sniffed the scent on Lu Feng's body, and a trace of struggle flashed in her blurred eyes.

"What happened to me today?"

Her breath sprayed on Lu Feng's ears, and the smell of wine was greasy: "I should leave after the third glass of wine."

"It's not too late for you to leave now."

Lu Feng stood up, supported her with one hand, took out his wallet with the other hand, and pulled out a few bills to pay the bill.

In this era, mobile payment is not yet popular, so you always have to carry some small change with you.

Supporting Song Qian, who was already somewhat unsteady on her feet, Lu Feng took her out of the bar and to the side of the road.

At the entrance of the nightclub next door, the marketing guy hasn't gotten off work yet.

When they saw Lu Feng coming out and Song Qian in his arms, their eyes were full of envy.

"Rich people are rich people, the girls around them are all top quality!"

The night wind was blowing, Lu Feng stood on the roadside, raised his hand and waved, and a taxi stopped beside him.

"Where do you live? I've called a taxi to take you home."

Lu Feng asked Song Qian who was hugging his neck.

Holding Lu Feng's shoulders with both hands, Song Qian stood up shakily, raised her head, looked at him with drunken eyes and giggled.

"Are you really willing to let me go back?"

Her speech was already slurred.

"you're drunk."

Lu Feng's tone was very flat.

Looking at his calm expression, Song Qian staggered slightly, with some hesitation and entanglement appearing on her face.

Suddenly, her body softened forward and she lay in front of Lu Feng.

She raised her head slightly and her lips touched Lu Feng's lips.

Slightly cool.

After a few seconds, the lips and teeth separated.

Song Qian's misty eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and she murmured softly: "Go to your place..."

Lu Feng didn't say anything. He was silent for a moment before helping her into the taxi.

"Where's the boss going?"

"Crown Plaza Hotel."

(End of this chapter)

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