Chapter 155 Master huāhuā

Seeing the gray-clothed beauty asking suspiciously, Sanye blinked a little heavy and sighed in vain: "I...I, very, sorry, madam, I don't really want to talk about myself."

"Then where are you here?" The lady was very puzzled.

But Sanye stopped talking, picked up the gin from the table, poured a glass of it for himself, and stuffed it into a mouthful.

The atmosphere fell into silence for a moment, and Sanye just drank and said nothing; the beautiful man stopped asking questions, but kept looking at Sanye secretly.

Sanye is the kind of appearance that doesn't feel very good at first glance, but the more you look, the more you look, the more you look, the dark skin, as an athlete, burly and strong, dressed cleanly and appropriately, and has a calm temperament - after all, he is a talented student from the Vatican Theological Academy. He also has a very eye-catching pair of ears that attract attention.

Yang Hai always felt that Sanye's appearance was a bit Clark Gable's taste, the same wind-catching ears, the same talking eyes, the same charming beard, and the thin mouth - just as thin as it is. As a man, this level of thinness will not make people feel too delicate, and it also shows a slightly evil expression when smiling. Clark Gable's appearance has been criticized by countless men, and he feels that this guy looks really not very good as a thousand people, but Clark Gable's man has overwhelmed countless people, and Yang Hai felt that Sanye has such potential.

The beautiful man was not immune to the vulgarity. In such silence and tranquility, she looked at Sanling and frowned, and gradually became a little confused when she looked at the little man's sad and frown.

What kind of difficulties did he encounter? What kind of indescribable hiddenness? Why did he not want to find someone to talk to, just drink there?

Why did he sit here with me?

The beautiful man didn't expect that he would be soaked. After all, this guy in front of him was still wearing a wedding ring... Even if he wanted to soak, he had to take the ring off...

The beautiful man was thinking about these things in a daze, while looking at the face that became more and more delicious as he looked at, suddenly, Sanlin spoke.

His voice was hoarse and sharp, as if it was scratched by wine, and even the sound of the sound deep in his throat echoed on the phlegm. But after saying the first sound, his voice became clear when he opened his throat, and only that low magnetic field was still flowing in the beautiful people's ears.

"I'm sorry, my arrival must have caused trouble for you." Sanye smiled a little depressedly: "I should leave after drinking this glass of wine. I'm sorry to bother you, ma'am."

"You are so polite." The beautiful man smiled. "I have a small question. I wonder if you can help me solve it?"

"But you know what you know, you can speak."

"There are so many people in the hall, why are you here?" the beautiful man asked with a smile.

Sanling was silent for a moment, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Visconti was watching from the side, and she was about to worship her. I'll go, this is a damn, what kind of acting is this?

Sanye shook his head, regained his emotions, and slowly rubbed his wedding ring.

"My wife, she abandoned me." Sanye sighed: "She is a gentle and lovely person, enthusiastic, kind, and always trying her best to help others. She is an angel. Madam, you are really similar to her. I walk through this sea of ​​people, listening to the noisy sounds coming from my ears, but I feel lonely as if I am in the abyss. Madam, when I see you... I'm sorry, I'm so reckless."

"Why did she leave you?" asked the beautiful man sympathetically: "You are such a tolerant and kind person. Your wife betrayed her, but you still love her so deeply..."

"When we changed the ring, we made a vow to my father, willing to accompany her for the rest of our lives and love her only. No matter whether it is illness or disaster, no matter what kind of hardship we endured, I will never leave her, and I will always be with her until I return to my father's arms." Sanling said with a sob: "But she left like this, leaving me alone... But I will still keep my oath."

After saying that, Sanerong sighed: "I'm sorry, madam, I shouldn't let others share my depression. It's too much for me to sit here after so long. I have to leave."

"Poor child." The beautiful man said unbearably: "Actually, I don't care. There is no grass everywhere in the world. Your wife doesn't know how to cherish you. This is her-"

"What are you talking about? Madam?" Sanling was stunned.

"Ah? You just said--"

"My wife has passed away," Sanling said with some emotion: "She did not betray me until she returned to her father's arms, she still loved me."

"Ah," the beautiful man screamed in surprise, extremely embarrassed. Sanye waved his hand: "I'm sorry, madam, I...'s mood is a little moved."

"It must be that I said sorry..." The beautiful man said embarrassedly.

"No, I thank you very much, madam." Sanye looked at the beautiful man's eyes gently: "When he was in the lowest mood, there was someone to comfort him. This is really a considerate thing. Thank you."

"This is what I should do." The beautiful man smiled sweetly.

"I really have to leave," Sanye whispered: "Although I don't know if we can meet again after leaving, I will remember you. Thank you for your kindness and patience. You are really beautiful. Goodbye."

Seeing Sanye drink his last glass of wine and stand up, the beautiful man quickly shouted: "Wait."

"Is there anything I need my help?" Sanye asked softly.

"This...this..." The beautiful man's cheeks were slightly red, "This is my business card. If...if...if you are in a bad mood...this..."

Sanye was a little surprised and saw the beautiful man smiling at him openly, then left here with his handbag and walked outside the venue.

Sanye snapped his fingers, put his business card into his pocket, turned his head, and looked at Visconti with a smile.

Visconti had long been impressed. He patted Sanye's shoulders and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, brother has you, you are so awesome. Don't worry, as long as you are in Italy, I will definitely call you to share when I open a party. Brother, you must help me with a few more girls."

Sanlin laughed: "What's the difficulty?"

Visconti said anxiously: "Can you lend me the ring?"

"What are you going to do?" Sanling asked strangely, handing over the ring.

"Hehe," Visconti smiled excitedly, "I want to try your trick."

"I x" Sanye was suddenly burned by the thunder, and was so angry that he was so angry: "Winnie, you should have your heart killed. Who doesn't know that you are a super unmarried wolf? Who are you pretending to be a husband?"

"Ah" Visconti was dejected: "A magical skill, but unfortunately I can't use it."

"This method is not suitable for you. You don't understand NV people too much and can't take the initiative in conversation." San Zeon shook his head: "And you are too stupid, you are prone to miss when acting."

"What should I do?" Visconti said unwillingly.

"You have to learn to take advantage of your own strengths." Sanling smiled: "You want to pick up that old nv guy, right?"

"Not old," Visconti argued with a red face: "I'm not yet forty."

"How old are you?" Sanling asked quietly.

"Twenty-eight..." Visconti immediately became depressed.

"Can you tell me about your failure?" San Zero took a sip of beer: "These references have important significance."

Visconti nodded: "I went over and asked her if she would like to spend a good night with the strongest man in the world. She asked me if I was crazy. Then she left."

Sanye thought about it carefully, then raised his head and asked seriously: "Then are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy," Visconti said gritting his teeth: "My mom took me to check it out."

"Then why would your mother take you to check?" Sanlin asked lightly.

Visconti said in annoyance: "Three Lung, you are really difficult to deal with. I, I won't tell you."

"Okay..." Sanlin laughed: "Winnie, tell me, are you just trying to have fun, or do you want her to fall in love with you?"

"What are the benefits of making her fall in love with me?" asked Visconti.

"Forget it, when I didn't ask." San Zero rolled his eyes: "Winnie, you have to pay attention to the next time you pick up girls. Old NV people and young NV people are two completely different creatures. If you use your usual tricks on them, it would be too stupid."

Visconti listened humbly.

"NV people are very good at grasping when they are young, and their weaknesses are very obvious." Sanye smiled slightly: "Why do you think those young NV children are willing to let you ruin them?"

"Hey, what is waste?"

"Some of them are for money. You have always been generous to the girls you have been with. Although they were generous once, they were enough to attract many greedy people." Sanze analyzed: "Some nv kids admire your reputation and think it is an honor to be able to spend the night with the God of War; some are because everyone in Italy knows that you are a little wild beast with hair, and those nv kids are for your big guy, in short, they all have plans."

"It makes sense, keep going." Visconti was excited to hear it.

"But the old NV people are different, Winnie, really different." Sanye said: "They have a stronger demand than the young NV children, but they are already over the age of impulsiveness. To be honest, it is natural for young men like us to go to those old NV people. Have you heard of George Clooney's law?"

"Uh...no..." Visconti said ashamed, he regarded himself as a senior wolf, but found that in front of this new buddy, his way of picking up girls was simply garbage.

Even garbage is not as good as garbage... garbage can be rebuilt...

"George Clooney was an old man thousands of years ago. He was very charming. This kind of person was the goal of being a shunv person." San Zen talked: "Rich old men usually like young NV people, so our cognition is prone to misunderstandings. We think that rich NV people also like young handsome guys, but in fact it is not like this. Rich NV people, especially old NV people, prefer mature and elderly caring partners. This is an unchangeable fact - mature NV people are born to be more inclined to find an older stranger as their spouse. This is determined by the secretion of jijin. It is okay to soak young NV children, but if you want to get those old NV people, you have a shortcoming. This is why there are so many NV people with so many NV people, but there are so few men who sleep with rich women."

Visconti's eyes tend to change like worship.

"Old NV people are not as easy to get as young NV people. Their patience, self-control and mind are not comparable to those when they were young. Older men will also succumb to the secretions of the (harmonious) genital organs, but older NV people are hard to say. Their patience is amazing. There are so many deep-bouded resentments in the world. If you can't even bear it, how can you be a deep-bouded resentment?"

"Continue." Visconti couldn't help but urge.

"Beautiful old people usually have money, so I won't explain this." San Zen said: "They will not be able to receive money, and they can resist their hopes. Moreover, your reputation is attractive to those vain young children, but to them... hehe. But, this does not mean that we have no choice."

"What should I do?" Finally, Visconti was very excited.

"To be able to withstand a moment of hope does not mean that you can always bear it." Sanye smiled a little evil: "Winnie, young means young, and young people must have their own advantages. When the hope accumulated by the old people exploded, how can those old men they value more be compared with us?" Sanye pointed to the temperament of the black evening dress that made Visconti hit the nail on the nail: "From my perspective and experience, this old people are actually quite hungry, but they are a little too reserved. But it doesn't matter. All we need to do is to liberate this hope. Come over and I tell you."

Visconti hesitated for a moment and came over.

Three Zero whispered, and as he spoke, Visconti's eyes widened wider and asked in disbelief: "Is this really OK?"

"A person with such reserved self-control is too difficult to get started." Sanye said: "The serious illness requires a lot of force. Besides, you are not trying to make her fall in love with you, you just want to have a night of fun. Everyone needs to get what you need."

Visconti gritted his teeth: "Okay, brother, I believe in you. Even if I want to give you a share of the pie, I will admit it."

"It doesn't matter if I don't have this piece of cake." Sanye smiled faintly and said, "As long as you can handle it yourself."

Visconti shook his head quickly: "No, no, no, I still need the help of an expert." Without Sanling to help, he had no confidence in facing that tricky girl.
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