Ren Jingdong didn't even look at them and walked straight towards the entrance. When they passed by each other, he coldly dropped a sentence, "I'm leaving first!"
Tianyi and Peihong stared dumbfounded as he walked past them and strode towards the passageway with flashing neon lights. His tall figure and the delicate and soft body in his arms formed an ambiguous and hazy picture under the flashing luxurious neon lights.
In the dimly lit PUB, on the seat where Ni Moqiang had been sitting, the signal light on her phone kept flashing, making a low humming sound due to vibration on the big red fabric sofa. A hand reached over, picked up the phone, flipped it open to check the caller ID, gently pressed the hang - up button, then turned around and stared intently at Ren Jingdong as he carried the owner of the phone further and further away until they disappeared at the entrance of the passage.
"What... what's wrong with him recently?" Peihong hadn't come to his senses yet. With a dazed expression, he muttered.
Tianyi placed his elbow on the edge of the bar, lazily twirling the wine glass in his hand, and said meaningfully, "Perhaps, a long - time wait can really bring greater surprises!"
Peihong turned his head, his black eyes rolling around. He smiled knowingly and said, "Perhaps! Perhaps!"
Edward somehow slipped to the corner of the bar. Opening his mouth, he spoke in not - very - fluent Chinese, "Meeting someone at a certain place and time can't be thought about in detail, can't be pondered over, and definitely can't be deliberately arranged." He gave the two of them a cold look without any expression, then lowered his head, cut a slit in the sliced lemon in his hand, and inserted it on the rim of the glass.
Peihong looked at him with a smile, casually picked up the glass in front of him, grinned playfully, and said, "So, really can't I find my Little Red Riding Hood here?" A sharp cold light flashed across his slightly squinted black eyes, carrying a dangerous aura that didn't quite match his innocent appearance, making people feel that the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.
Edward pouted. His long - haired arm swung towards him. Peihong reacted extremely quickly, gracefully leaned back and flashed away. The glass in his hand was firmly held in his palm and moved backward. By a narrow margin, Edward missed and failed to retrieve his creation. He could only glare fiercely at Peihong and said irritably, "Three big waves!"
Hearing this, Tianyi gave him a strange look. The corner of his mouth twitched, and finally he burst into uncontrollable laughter, laughing until tears streamed down his face. He couldn't even hold the glass in his hand. With a click, he dropped it on the bar, patting the countertop and gasping for breath.
Peihong looked stupidly at the two men with completely opposite expressions and asked in confusion, "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"
Tianyi wiped his tears and laughed even louder. His stomach twitched with pain. He tried to hold back his laughter, pointed at Peihong, and stammered while laughing, "You... don't you get it? Haha—, he... he said the three of us are big waves, sons of the big waves, playboys! Haha! How... how could he come up with that! And he's a Frenchman too! Haha!"
After Tianyi finished speaking, he laughed again. Edward gave him a disdainful look. While Peihong was distracted, he snatched the glass from his hand. Surprisingly, not a single drop of the wine in the glass spilled out.
Peihong's face turned red and then white. He was stunned for a long time. Only then did he realize that the glass in his hand was gone. He blinked his innocent big eyes and shook his head with a sigh. Playboys, hum! With their capital, why not?
Compared to the proud look that Peihong unconsciously showed, Tianyi seemed much more disapproving. He rubbed his cheeks that were sore from laughing. Still, he couldn't suppress the urge to laugh.
He gently placed her on the bed. The small lamp on the bedside was turned on very dimly. In the hazy, dusky light, he stared deeply at her blushing face.
His long fingers gently stroked her smooth face, causing her to mumble softly. She grabbed his big hand, turned over, and rested her head on it, falling asleep sweetly.
"Alas—" Ren Jingdong let out a soft sigh, seemingly helpless yet pleasantly surprised.