C962 As Tempting as a Fairy

After Lin Yao and Shen Yi finished their conversation, they continued to talk to Leon. Only after confirming that there was no conflict between the two of them did they finally feel relieved.

He was afraid that the actors would have a bad relationship with each other and even bring their personal feelings into the show. Not only would it slow down the progress, it would also affect the quality and atmosphere of the crew. It was even more annoying than the rat poop in the soup pot.

However, since there was no conflict between the two of them, after Lin Yao finished talking, he instructed the two of them to prepare for the shoot.

After confirming the position and positioning, the scene was recorded by the recording board and Shen Yi and Leon's first scene started.

The first encounter between the two originated from a box of cigarettes.

It was Jorgg's first time coming to this land that was coveted by many countries. At that time, there was no need for him to participate in the war, so he treated this foreign country trip as a form of relaxation.

When he got off the ship and set foot on this land, the port was bustling with noise and excitement. Migrant workers, caravans, drivers, and passengers who had left the port all crowded the port as if there was a great war going on.

As soon as he got off the ship, someone blocked his way. It was a middle-aged man with gray hair and a face full of vicissitudes. He stooped, pointed at himself in a flurry, and then pointed at the yellow carriage behind him.

He instantly understood that this person was trying to get him to sit in his car.

Rongge looked at the two policemen behind him who had already touched their waists with their right hands, and signaled them to put down the guns in their hands. He was here to relax, not to carry out a mission. There was no need for him to be so alert.

He was a D citizen, but he could speak Mandarin. "How much does it cost to go to the embassy?"

The driver seemed to be surprised by his fluent Mandarin. He was stunned for a moment before he quickly said, "One dollar. Don't worry, I run very fast. I won't delay your time."

The embassy was very far from the port. He needed to run for a long time, so the corresponding price was also expensive.

Rongge asked the police officer to go to the embassy by himself. He decided to take the country's human power vehicle.

The yellow carriage was very stable, and the driver ran very fast. Even in a narrow alley, he ran like a fish in water.

Rongge felt that he must be a person who hid in the streets and alleys all year round. He tried to talk to the driver, wanting to ask him when he usually started to pull the carriage, how many times he pulled the carriage every day, how much money he could earn every day, and so on.

Although the driver had a good impression of this foreigner who could speak Mandarin, he also wanted to answer him. However, when he thought about how he would run slowly if he wanted to talk, and how his chest would hurt after running for a long time, he held back his impulse and turned to try to please him. He told him that he could not chat with him.

Rongge rested one hand on the edge of the car and supported his chin as he looked at the middle-aged man who pulled the yellow car like a private car. He did not force it.

At this moment, the sun in a foreign country seemed to be the same as the sun in D Country. It was also such a sunny autumn day, and the streets were filled with people who came and went in a hurry. He did not know where they came from, nor did he know where they were going. But he understood the feeling of running around for life. The sky was dark. The wind was cold, the sun was pale, the body was numb. Every time he did something, he would think about it carefully.

He quietly sat in the car and looked at the local customs. When he reached the embassy, he gave the driver the fare, and then took another box of cigarettes from his thanks.

The cigarette box was printed with a beautiful woman. In the car, he saw this box of specially packaged cigarettes. Because he was still in the car, he only asked the driver for a box of cigarettes when he got out of the car.

In fact, Rongge did not smoke. He only wanted to buy cigarettes to see the charming woman in the cigarette box.

This person had an oval face that was not popular in this country, but without a doubt, she was beautiful. Her nose was very straight and her lips were very bright, but the most beautiful pair of eyes was still that pair of eyes. She was charming and misty. She was separated by a veil and mist, yet she was like a hook that firmly hooked her into those charming eyes.

She was still wearing a white shirt and a suit jacket in her mouth. Like a little leopard, she looked at him, who was looking at the cigarette box, with a wild look.

Rongge felt that he had been bewitched. This was the first time he knew that a woman wearing a plain shirt could also be as attractive as a fairy.

He left because of his fame and saw her surrounded by men and women dancing in the center of the exquisite and extravagant building.

Music was playing in the building. Everyone on the dance floor was twisting their bodies with the rhythm of the music. Their expressions were either crazy or misty, their bodies were either enchanting or soft. However, without an exception, they were having sex in this western-style house that was filled with alcohol and smoke.

He swept his gaze across these men and women who were flirting and cursing. He only looked at the beautiful woman who stood alone in the middle, holding a wine glass and stepping on the dance steps charmingly.

Almost everyone present had dancing partners. They either hugged or kissed, or did what they should have done in the room. Only she stood alone on the dance floor, drinking, laughing, and not saying anything.

Rongge stood at the door and looked at her quietly. He felt that he was out of place and had run into this lewd game.

He saw that her eyes were slightly closed, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red. As her trembling eyelashes rippled, her plump red lips parted slightly, but the corners of her mouth curled up, and she revealed a wisp of a careless smile.

His motionless posture on the dance floor, which was filled with dust and dust, gave off a very distinct feeling. Qing Huan could not help but notice his unusual behavior.

She lazily and curiously glanced over, and then she discovered that the other party was a tall and handsome foreigner. His hair was combed meticulously, and he wore a dark grey suit formal attire. There was a handkerchief in front of his chest and a hat in his hand. His posture was straight, and his pair of seemingly gentle blue eyes were actually sharper than an eagle soaring in the sky.

She could tell at a glance that he was a soldier.

It was best not to offend soldiers, especially foreign soldiers in the rental world.

Qing Huan lifted the goblet in his hand and drained the dark red wine in the goblet while the other party was still in a daze. During this time, her misty eyes had been looking at him with a soft and tender look. It was so charming that it could hook into one's bones.

Rongge's mind was moved by her heroic and charming movements. He was so attracted by her that he wanted to pass through these twisted men and women to come in front of her.

Qing Huan noticed his absent-mindedness and did not take it to heart. As a man, she could fall in love with a few at every moment. She had seen too many of these expressions, so many that she had long lost the hazy and ambiguous imagination between men and women.

She turned her gaze away, turned around, poured wine, and continued to dance.

She did not know how many times she had danced like this. She had practiced on the dance floor in private thousands of times, but no one had ever caught her eye to dance with her.

Because she had a beautiful face, she had been raised as a senior prostitute since she was young. She played lute, sang songs, danced, wrote good words and knew some poetry and songs. She had a good plan, and she could even speak a few simple sentences in English. Qing Huan thought, even if no one was willing to buy her in the future... She could find someone to marry herself and live a harsh life for trivial matters.

She did not reject such a poor life, but the prerequisite was that she could meet someone who could make her willing to give up everything for her.

Qing Huan took a sip of wine. She had earned a lot of money for the building over the years. When she was old, she would be able to make her own decision.

However, as her eyes moved, she saw Little Sister, who was dancing intimately with a pot-bellied man on the dance floor. Sister Four was thirty years old this year and had followed two men. However, the two men were merely flowery words. They were willing to buy her hairpins, bracelets, and expensive western-style pastries. However, they were unwilling to spend more money on her, so she was deducted to thirty. For the sake of life, she had to work between these old and ugly men.

Thinking of this, Qing Huan felt that the wine in her mouth instantly became a little tasteless. After all, for so many years, she had never heard of any girl who could walk out of the western-style building and marry for nothing. She was old, so she either sent someone away or was forced to stay in the building to receive guests. It was so boring that she could not think of anything for the rest of her life.

A girl like her, who had reached 18 and was still guarding her body, was definitely someone her mother wanted to make a fortune out of in one go.

Her mind was in a trance, and when she wasn't paying attention, her wrist was pulled by someone. She wasn't worried, but she resisted the urge to frown.

She turned her head and saw that it was the foreign man who had been staring at her in a daze just now.

Qing Huan smiled, but her smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes. "Sir, you're hurting me."