A few girls laughed ambiguously and said, "It's only a few o'clock and you're rushing to the room upstairs. You're too impatient, aren't you?"
The short skirt was teased shyly and said, 'I hate it!'
Her voice contained tenderness, so sweet that even Jane thought it sounded good.
Rochester took off the cigarette from his lips. It was a pair of pampered hands, with slender and vigorous wrist bones, and fingers as precious and clean as precious jade.
Half of the cigarette tapped on the dark gray crystal ashtray, and the ash shook into it. He chuckled briefly in his throat.
The appearance of not being stingy.
"I'm not paralyzed, I do not need someone to help me sleep."
Emily's anger rose again and she said, "It's better to be partially paralyzed."
Jane seemed to have missed Rochester's flirtatious banter with the woman. She lowered her eyes and peeled her pistachios, saying, "Don't curse him for now. If he's half paralyzed, I'll have to push him into a wheelchair."
"Never mind. " Emily smiled for a moment and said," That would make him paralyzed in the upper half."
"What is upper hemiplegia? Cerebral palsy?"
Emily sneered and said, "A walking troublemaker."
Jane stuffed the nut into her mouth and said, "Please shut up."
Victor brought them two bottles of wine, and Jane glanced at them and said thank you.
Victor explained in a low voice, "We are a group of men here. We were afraid that you and your friends would feel uncomfortable, so we didn't call you up from downstairs just now."
Jane looked at him with clear and bright eyes and smiled, "Understood."
There was a beautiful woman to accompany, and they wanted to relax after drinking too much. There were ready-made rooms upstairs in this bar.
It's not convenient for her to come, of course.
Her eyes were quiet and clear, as if she had seen through everything, which actually made Victor felt a sense of tightness that could not be avoided.
At this moment, the short skirt leaned towards Rochester again, and her round chest was about to touch his arm:
"Second Young Master, do you have time to attend my concert next week?"
He turned out to be a little singer.
Jane thought to herself, no wonder the voice sounded good.
"Ouch! " Emily laughed and exaggeratedly retched beside Jane," I vomited."
Jane usually did everything slowly. When she was in school, she always felled last in the 800 meter physical test and failed the sit ups. At this moment, her whole body reacted flexibly and flickered to the side, lifting both feet off the ground.
"Don't spit on me."
Rochester's casual and smiling voice sounded like flirting: "I'm allergic to music."
The little singer pouted and said, "Listen to me sing, maybe you'll be cured."
Emily wanted to scold again, Jane whispered," Don't cause trouble, smile. I may not be able to win you over if you make a scene."
Emily smiled and rested her food.
It's not that she's afraid of things, it's that she cared about her best friend.
What days had Jane been living these past few years? If others didn't know, can she still not know?
If it got too big and Rochester didn't turn to Jane, she would be embarrassed in front of so many people.
Jane held the person down and then calmly looked up at the little singer.
"I'm free, do you have a ticket?"
The little singer looked at her for a few seconds and smiled, "Yes. Sister, please add my assistant's Chat later. I'll have my assistant send you the ticket later."
"Thank you. There's no need to be so troublesome, "Jane's slender index finger casually pointed at Rochester.
"Just ask him to push it to you on Chat."
The little singer's expression was taken aback.
Rochester lifted his eyelids lightly and glanced at Jane across the table, without making a definite statement.
The little singer coquettishly said to him, "I don't have the Chat of Second Young Master. What should I do?"
Rochester lazily looked at Jane and threw the question to her, "What should we do? You ask her."
In front of his wife, he hugged other women, but he didn't feel any guilt. He didn't even bother to do anything on the surface and leaned back in his chair calmly.
Jane still maintained her calm and composed attitude. She spoke in a gentle manner, like a good sister, and said to the little singer, "It's okay, then you add me and I'll push it to you."
The faces of a group of men next to her were almost turning purple, aren't you... pushing your husband's Chat to other women? Why are you so kind?
The little singer was completely clueless now.
What route was this?
Just now, she quietly looked at Jane. This empress dowager didn't seem to have much status, and Rochester didn't take her seriously at all.
She seemed accustomed to it, sitting quietly and calmly, picking pistachios.
She didn't dress up much, wearing a milk blue knitted sweater and a plain skirt, which didn't look eye-catching at all, but in fact, her facial features were grand and exquisite, and she was a very standard beauty. No matter what route she took, not adding Chat was a silly. She immediately smiled sweetly at Jane and said, "Thank you, sister!" Jane also gave a gentle smile and said, "You're welcome, I deserve it."
Rochester lightly tugged at his lower lip, his eyes sliding away from Jane's calm face, and his tone was lazy: "Thank you early."
The little singer was at a loss and didn't understand what he meant. Seeing him take out his phone from his pocket, he immediately felt happy.
Who need a middleman if they can directly add Chat.
She happily took out her phone, skillfully opened and scanned it, everything was ready, just waiting for Rochester's QR code.
Rochester opened Chat, but her fingers didn't go beyond her expectations. Instead, she opened her contacts and glanced at Jane.
"You reminded me, did I forget to delete you?"
Jane: "…"
He really had the interest of deleting people. He swiped his finger on the screen and searched through the list, saying, "Which one is your ID?"
The people around him were all silent, and they didn't know what this couple was up to today. They dared not interrupt at this time.
Flirting with another woman in front of his wife.
Sitting there watching as if nothing had happened.
One wanted to push their husband's Chat to Little Wildflower.
One wanted to delete his wife in public, but he didn't know which Chat she had.
Plastic was stronger than your marital relationship.
Jane threw the shell of the pistachio into the plate and said, "You can find it yourself slowly."
The young singer took the opportunity to add Rochester on Chat, but Rochester probably couldn't find who Jane was and didn't delete it. His expression was a bit dull.
"You want to add me on Chat."
The little singer nodded obediently.
Emily smiled and looked at these two dog men and women in front of Jane, wanting to hook up. She got angry and Jane couldn't even hold her back. She stood up with a slight movement.
Rochester leaned on the back of the sofa with one hand, his slender fingers gripping his phone, spinning aimlessly, his voice scattered and indifferent.
"What are you relying on?"
Little singer:"…."
Emily laughed and sat back down.
Damn it, let Rochester's mouth be paralyzed.