Chapter 192: The White Lotus Flower and the Demon

Han Songlin walked through the alley. The person lying on the ground hurriedly supported himself and moved out of the way, not daring to block his path at all.

Tang Yan glanced at He Gui, who was kneeling, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth; he, who had dominated the music scene, had been beaten like a dog today.

He could only wag his tail and beg for mercy on the ground.

Lifting her skirt, Tang Yan quickly followed Han Songlin. She knew who she should follow in the future.

Women, especially beautiful women, should stay by the side of a strong man.

Compared to the cold in the alley, standing on the street with the sun shining on your body made you feel warm and sunny.

It was very comfortable and reassuring!

Han Songlin did not turn around and continued walking. He had come to the county government office today without driving.

Han Songlin's footsteps did not seem hurried, but leisurely; he was feeling the pulse and rhythm of the city.

'What do you think of the music pool?'

Han Songlin suddenly spoke, startling Tang Yan, who was walking behind him.

'I...'

Han Songlin turned his head and looked at Tang Yan. This woman seemed to have been convicted of organizing women to engage in illegal transactions.

'You're from there?'

'Cypress Village!'

Han Songlin: 'How did you and He Gui meet?'

That's quite strange.

He Gui isn't from the orchestra pit, but came from somewhere else.

A roving gang!

Yes, it's the kind that roams from place to place after a single hit.

But in the process of roaming, they took root in the orchestra pit.

Is there any reason for this?

Tang Yan was surveyed with a gaze, and the tyrannical emotions in his heart came out again.

He closed his eyes slightly to suppress the emotion in his heart.

Men cannot bear to see beautiful women.

Seeing them can easily cause psychological fluctuations.

But for beautiful women, men know full well that they are poisonous, but willingly, they want to taste them, even if it means paying a great price.

What did he mean?

Tang Yan looked at Han Songlin carefully. Compared to He Gui, one was in heaven and the other was in hell, there was no comparison at all.

Men like pretty women, and women like handsome men.

'He and I only met a month ago, and we just hang out sometimes,' Tang Yan explained, adding at the end, 'I'm still a virgin.'

Han Songlin suddenly stopped when he heard this, and then Tang Yan directly bumped into him.

Sure enough, there was meat!

Han Songlin reached out and nudged Tang Yan slightly, so that they were walking side by side.

Looking her up and down, he realised that this woman was, in fact, still a virgin.

This came as a bit of a surprise to Han Songlin.

He felt as if he had been influenced by information from a previous life. Why couldn't she be a virgin?

As far as Han Songlin knew, young girls nowadays were particularly attracted to the bad boys.

Beautiful women are afraid of stupid men, but even more afraid of being stalked.

'Why are you following me?'

'You're strong!'

Strong?

Han Songlin couldn't help but smile. He felt that he understood this woman in front of him a little.

She was a very ambitious woman, but also a very sensible woman.

As long as you are strong, this woman will never betray you.

Wait, wait!

Something doesn't seem to make sense.

'Interesting, as the saying goes, he who knows the times is the hero; I can see that you are very aware of the times. Alright, don't follow me, go home!' Han Songlin said, unable to resist and grabbing Tang Yan's buttocks.

It feels good!

Tang Yan was not at all angry with Han Songlin's behaviour. She knew exactly what her greatest weapon was.

This beautiful body is undoubtedly something that men want to possess.

'Brother, I'm yours now, where am I going back to?' With a pout, Tang Yan even held onto Han Songlin and rubbed against him.

It would indeed be a pity to let go of such a beauty.

But should I take her home?

Han Songlin was worried that Liu Yuyan would tear him apart.

Liu Yuyan was quite upset about Zhou Tong and Zhang Menglan.

But in Han Songlin's heart, he didn't have any feelings for Zhou Tong and Zhang Menglan at all; if he really had to say it, it was the jealousy of a man towards a woman.

What is love?

As for Tang Yan, Han Songlin instinctively didn't trust this woman in his heart; she came from the mud, but she is still unstained. Does he really think of her as some kind of white lotus?

There aren't many white lotuses in this world.

Anyway, Han Songlin doesn't believe that he is so lucky as to be able to meet a white lotus that has emerged from the mud.

It's not a demon that eats people and spits out their bones, is it?

'You let go first, it's not good to be seen on the street like this!' Han Songlin glanced at the busy street. Nowadays, holding hands in the street can attract strange attention from people, so it's really a bit too bold to hug and cuddle.

It's indecent!

A few years ago, someone was arrested for this.

Tang Yan's mouth curled up into a smile. It seemed that she wasn't afraid of him.

'Let them look if they want. Let them be jealous of you, a woman as beautiful as me.'

Han Songlin pulled his hand out of Tang Yan's embrace, looked at her, and a strange smile curled the corner of his mouth. 'If you want to be my woman, you're not good enough!'

As she watched Han Songlin walk away, Tang Yan's brows knitted. What did he mean?

She had been rejected.

Was it because she wasn't pretty enough?

No, no!

Tang Yan had never seen anyone prettier than herself in the orchestra pit.

Before she could think about it, Han Songlin had already walked away, and Tang Yan hurriedly started to run after him.

But Han Songlin was walking too fast, and by the time Tang Yan caught up, she was panting, and there was even a hint of sweat on her forehead.

It was already May, and the beginning of summer was just yesterday's news.

Han Songlin walked into a noodle shop, where the fan hanging on the wall was blowing ceaselessly.

'Boss, two servings of fat intestine noodles!'

'Sure, with chili?'

'Less!'

Tang Yan also walked in at this time and sat down opposite Han Songlin.

She wiped her forehead with a piece of paper and called out to the kitchen, 'Boss, two servings of mixed sauce noodles.'

'With chili sauce?'

'Yes.'

Without a mobile phone, the waiting time is the hardest to kill.

Han Songlin glanced at the newspapers on the other tables, but he was not interested in taking them.

Because, someone was reading them.

His eyes could not help but fall on Tang Yan's body. This girl, it seems, seems to be destined to be with him.

Thinking about this, Han Songlin felt that Tang Yan had quite a good eye. With a casual grab, she had captured the world's biggest potential stock.

When it comes to potential stocks, Han Songlin feels that there is no one else but himself!

There is no one in the world with more potential than me.

Tang Yan felt completely penetrated when Han Songlin stared at her.

From the beginning of her memory, this was the first time she had been stared at so openly.

It made her feel a little uncomfortable.

After staring at Tang Yan for a while, Han Songlin came to a conclusion: no plastic surgery!

No, it seems that no one in China has had plastic surgery these days.

The beautiful women are still all natural.

Even their makeup is minimal, and they all look natural.

In later generations, people think there are more beautiful women because the standard of living has improved and the younger generation is indeed very pretty.

Another reason is makeup and the beauty filters on mobile phones.

Since Tang Yan entered, all the attention in the restaurant has been focused on her intermittently.

No matter what the era, beautiful women always get more than a second glance.