Chapter 55 The wind is still smiling

After Ye Wudao entered the city, he drove directly to the front of the 23-story building of the provincial TV station, looked at his watch, and it was just five o'clock. He got out of the car and leaned back in the car with a large bouquet of nearly a hundred bright red roses. His slender and tall perfect body was lazy, his evil and decadent face and his lazy casual expression were indescribable elegance and nobility.

Many girls passing by him couldn't help peeking a few more times. Once they met his flirtatious eyes in the vicissitudes of life, they immediately turned red and pretended not to see anything. But after a period of time, I couldn't help looking back and hoping to see the intoxicating eyes, hoping that the scarred eyes could linger on myself for a while, but to their disappointment, the eyes remained unchanged and didn't change at all because of themselves.

Men are deeply infatuated with that Maserati. A guy who drives a Toyota looks at his own Toyota and shakes his head secretly. It's really not a class. Maserati with a romantic symbol can also soak up a few more chicks, which is not like his own car. Maybe one day it will be smashed into the street.

The man seemed to think of something and cursed, Koizumi, if you go to visit the fucking Yasukuni Shrine again, I'll be the first to smash my car, even if I ride a bike, I won't touch a Japanese car!

See the familiar lithe and graceful figure, Ye Wudao's eyes lit up, eyes no longer sad, but corners of the mouth overflow smile as if to melt the season, with an increasingly steady pace holding a bosom of flowers walked towards her.

His action attracted a large number of people, because a large number of roses covered his face, and Ye Wudao's dress was not outstanding at this time, so everyone focused on the eye-catching roses.

"It's another toad who just wants to eat swan meat. Why are there so many men who don't know themselves? Do they really believe in such a thing as "sincere desire makes a stone open"? The real world is not your men's fairy tale kingdom! " Zhou Xia looked at those ironic roses and secretly said, "Pity these roses. If a woman changed, they might be flowers that witness love, but this time they can only be thrown away or stay in an unknown corner."

A bachelor of the golden collar class of a TV station looked at the drama with a full face. "You still want to chase Yang Ningsu, unless you are the son of an important national leader, or you can build a villa with money. Only in this way can you qualify to chase the flowers in our province! Of course, it's no use being qualified, because Yang Ningsu still won't have a crush on you, and she won't take an ordinary man like you to heart if she has everything. I think I'm a bachelor at least, but I'm still honest when I see her, and I don't even have a bad idea! "

Everyone slowed down and watched how Ye Wudao made a fool of himself.

"If someone asks me for love with roses like this, I will be moved to tears!" A girl who works in a TV station envied.

"Do you remember Zhang Yanghao who starred in" The World "and became a super idol star in China last time? He sent 9,999 roses, and the whole office was full of flowers. At that time, I was stupid. I didn't expect Yang Ningsu to send them all to the provincial nursing home! " Another young girl was jealous. "You know, women who like to be infatuated with Zhang Yanghao have already queued up in Taiwan Province and Hongkong!"

Zhou Xia looked at Yang Ningsu, who looked calm around her. This made the influence of provincial TV stations spread to the whole south of China. This "goddess" who was pursued by countless men with superior life experience and appearance but didn't have an affair, Zhou Xia didn't have any jealousy, and some only admired and admired her from the bottom of her heart. As an assistant of Yang Ningsu, she was the most aware of her dedication.

Ye Wudao walked up to Yang Ningsu and Zhou Xia with everyone's attention, slowly removed the roses, bowed gracefully, handed a bunch of roses to Yang Ning Su, and whispered with a voice that had been tempered by the vicissitudes of life: "Can I be a knight to protect the princess?"

He, with a light smile, smiled faintly, with a frivolous but warm smile hanging from his slightly curved mouth, and his deep black eyes narrowed to tell you what he was thinking.

"Slice, this kind of confession also wants to impress Yang Ningsu, your boy is really arrogant! Although courage is commendable, if you know that it is useless to use countless love letters by Ma Mingzhi, a young pioneer writer in China before you, you should go home and practice again. " A man in a suit and tie disdained to say, looking at Ye Wudao's "nice" face, he said bitterly, "Small white face is what Yang Ningsu, the temperament goddess, hates the most, so you are waiting to be shut out!"

Then something happened that broke everyone's glasses.

Yang Ningsu stood there for half a minute, and her eyes gradually became moist, but the relief, shock, joy and gentleness in her eyes gradually overflowed. The beautiful face with tears but a smile exuded the charm of the whole city, and all the people suffocated on the spot, even women were not spared.

Yang Ningsu's next move makes people feel that the sun seems to come out from the west today.

She hugged the young man who combined prodigal debauchery and scholar elegance, crying and laughing, as if afraid that the man who was born suddenly would disappear again, and she was too excited to speak.

Facing that guy, Zhou Xia felt a little drunk when she saw the warm smile on his mouth, which made her feel like the last time she drank top French red wine.

With a woman's keen sixth sense, I know that this man must not be an ordinary person, and he must be brilliant and glorious under ordinary clothes, because his self-confidence or absolute conceit can't be concealed, especially those charming black eyes, which are deeper than the handsome Zhang Yanghao, and his smile is more dissolute and frivolous and full of temptation.

Ye Wudao smiled kindly at Zhou Xia, holding a flower, and the latter, who won't be nervous in the face of millions of viewers every day, turned red involuntarily.

"Is it really you, no way? Am I dreaming? Tell me, tell me I'm not dreaming! It used to be like this every time, and it disappointed me and made me sad. I don't want it this time! " There are more and more tears on Yang Ningsu's face. "If it's fake, just keep it that way!"

Although I can't hear what Yang Ningsu is talking about, this intimate gesture is enough to make all men go crazy with jealousy, while women gloat at the angry but deliberate men.

"It's true, it's true! Freshly baked Ye Wudao! "

Ye Wudao looked at those crazy men who couldn't wait to put him out right away, his eyes remained calm as water without any emotional fluctuations, and he smiled faintly. "If my aunt doesn't mind making headlines tomorrow, she doesn't mind being in such a' zero-distance contact' all the time. On the contrary, she enjoys it very much. The beauty is as fragrant as jade, and the bones are warm and crisp! This is the blessing of life that men dream of! "

Yang Ningsu gave him a hard twist on his waist, as if to vent his dissatisfaction for three years, gazing at the face that he hadn't seen for three years, focused and obsessed. Ye Wudao helped Yang Ningsu gently wipe away tears and smiled: "Take my car, but I came to see my aunt as soon as I got here!"

"Then aunt will invite you to dinner. We haven't eaten together for three years." Although Yang Ningsu's tears are faintly visible, her bright smile is still destructive to the country.

"Be careful there is no way to eat you bankrupt. I am very hungry. I am almost hungry! Xiao Yan should be mentally prepared, and the most important thing is to bring enough money. I don't expect that the first meal here is the overlord meal. " Ye Wudao joked.

"Don't worry, I am willing to eat poor aunts!"

Yang Ningsu and Zhou Xia said hello, and Ye Wudao got into the eye-catching Maserati QuattroPorte in confusion, envy and jealousy, and drove off.