The Epic Revenge Chapter 1549: Prepare for a surprise
He Wei's room is small, but it is better than clean and tidy.
"Master Huo must have never lived in such a poor house." He smiled and never looked at Huo Yue.
Huo Yue said: "My parents just passed away, and my uncle swallowed all my belongings. When I came to Yuecheng alone, I slept on the road for half a year."
He Wei glanced at him in surprise.
Why did he suddenly talk about his past.
"I'm as old as you, and I can't afford to live in such a good house." Huo Yue said again.
He Wei pursed her lips: "Are you comforting me?"
"Yes." Huo Yue said truthfully.
The memory in He Wei's heart finally faded away, and she was pressed to the deepest part of her heart. When she looked at Huo Yue's eyes again, she didn't feel so scorching.
"Are you drinking tea?" He Wei asked again, looking at the time at the same time.
"No, let's go." Huo Yue said.
The two went downstairs together, and happened to meet a Jewish woman who had returned from shopping at the gate of the first floor.
The Jewish woman is very enthusiastic: "Miss He, is this your fiancé? He is so handsome, and you are a perfect match."
He Wei's ears were faintly hot, and he quickly explained that he was not a fiancé, but a friend he knew.
"Oh, I thought it was Miss Ho's fiancé, you guys are a good match," the Jewish woman repeated.
He Wei smiled bitterly: "I don't deserve it."
She was very embarrassed. Later, she thought that Huo Yue might not speak English and could not understand what others were saying, so she was relieved.
This time there was a driver. She and Huo Yue sat in the back seat and neither of them spoke.
Like the last time we met, Huo Yue didn't speak much, and seemed to be very worried.
He Wei also only cared about his own emotions.
In a blink of an eye, the car arrived at the dance hall. The English-speaking Indian waiter opened the car door. He greeted Huo Yue and led Huo Yue to the reserved seat.
Huo Yue said: "Give me a seat on the second floor by the window, I won't be the front row."
In each dance hall, there are a dozen or so chairs closest to the stage, all reserved for guests who are either rich or expensive. After the singers finished singing, they needed to accompany the guests to drink after they stepped down.
It's not surprising that Huo Yue is our guest tonight.
Amazingly, he speaks English, albeit a little rusty and rigid, and understands it.
He Wei froze.
She remembered the words of the Jewish woman at her door. Huo Yue also heard it at that time, what would he think?
He Wei dared not look into his eyes.
She thought about it carefully, and she had indeed stated that she was not worthy of Huo Yue, so she had cleared the suspicion of wanting to stick to him again?
"Master Huo, do you speak English?" He Wei's face was still a little stiff.
Huo Yue said: "If you ask someone to teach you a little bit, you can't give up halfway. Since you plan to learn, you must learn it well, or will it make you useless?"
He Wei's heart seemed to be dialed down by something.
What did he mean by that?
She can't think too much, and when she thinks about it, she will be self-indulgent.
Just at this time, three female colleagues came together. They were all British and greeted He Wei warmly.
"Master Huo, then I'll go first." He Wei said.
She almost ran away.
The private room set by their bank is on the third floor. It can accommodate about 20 or 30 people. You can see the beauty pageant downstairs.
Several colleagues arrived first and were talking about when Mr. Leightonle would come.
A moment later, Jang Soo also came.
She saw He Wei with a faint smile on the corner of her lips, and greeted He Wei regardless of her previous suspicions.
Then, under the pretext of going to the bathroom, she went downstairs, found the foreman of the dance hall, gave him a handful of money, and asked, "How is the arrangement?"
"I made the arrangements yesterday afternoon, don't worry." said the foreman.
Huo Yue happened to pass by and glanced at Zhang Zhu.
Zhang Soo also saw him and gave him a casual glance, her face blushed inexplicably: I haven't seen such a temperamental and handsome man for a long time.
He may not be young anymore, but it doesn't detract from his handsomeness in the slightest. His demeanor is refined and his clothes are extraordinarily luxurious, like a professor born in a big family.
Jang Soo is an unmarried woman after all, and her restraint let her hold on to it and didn't catch up.
Huo Yue returned to his seat, and when Xi Jiu came, he instructed Xi Jiu: "Pay attention to the back, don't tell Miss He to follow other people's ways."
Xi Jiu said: "Don't worry. Lao Sun is an old friend of mine, and he used to be the head of the Qing Gang. He knows the importance and no one dares to bully Miss He here."
He Wei and the others waited until 7:30 in their private room, and they didn't see Mr. Leightoner and Mr. Ghent, only a few colleagues.
"I invited you to come to the beauty pageant. I heard there will be a surprise tonight." Zhang Zhu suddenly said.
The crowd was amazed.
The invitations they received were thought to be Mr. Leightoner's welcome party.
"Why, don't you all know? Then I wasted money." Zhang Zhu pretended to be wronged.
The crowd hurriedly toasted to Jang Soo.
You can watch such a fun beauty pageant without spending money and drinking. You can relax on Sunday. Although your colleagues are disappointed, they will not leave the table without knowing what to do.
They also asked Zhang Soo: "Is there a happy event for you to spend such an expensive treat?"
Jang Soo laughed: "I just want to cheer on the surprise."
"What surprise?" He Wei also asked.
Zhang Soo looked at her with a smile, and his expression was extraordinarily happy, because He Wei would soon know what a surprise was like.
She believes that this is enough to entertain everyone for several years, and that Mr. Ghent will probably take action against He Wei after knowing He Wei's worth, and will never harass Zhang Su again.
Jang Soo wants to step He Wei into the mud.
The pageant on stage begins.
The singers and dancers are all scratching their heads and making poses for people to appreciate and evaluate.
Zhang Soo explained to his European colleagues: "In our customs, such women are all trick girls, just by a different name."
Colleagues said: "Isn't it a performer?"
"No, they just learned some fashionable names, and they're still trick girls in essence. Whoever gets on this stage, whoever gets the identity is determined." Zhang Zhu continued.
He Wei took a sip of wine.
Zhang Zhu glanced at her out of the corner of the eye. These explanations were nothing more than a foreshadowing for He Wei's calculations.
At this point, the twelve contestants finished their performances, followed by the thirteenth.
Zhang Soo was a little excited because she knew that the performer who participated in the beauty pageant on the thirteenth was He Wei, and she arranged it.
As long as He Wei is called out in full view of the public, and her colleagues know that she is actually a contestant of the trick girl contest, she will never want to hang out in the branch.
Even if she was shameless and held out, the situation was still very bad. That lecherous Mr. Gent, I'm afraid he wouldn't let He Wei go.
Zhang Zhu nervously looked at the stage, and then heard on the stage: "Contestant No. 13, Miss Huamin Zhang Zhu, whose English name is Catherine." Colleagues were all shocked and looked at Zhang Zhu.