Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 109 I'm Old

Time flies, and it's already December 25th.

At 3 p.m., Qian Lang drove to Wangfujing.

Instead of going to those big shopping malls, he turned into a time-honored stationery store.

The shop is small, with a faded sign hanging at the entrance, but inside it is a hidden gem, with walls covered with Xuan paper, brushes, and inkstones, and the air filled with the fragrance of ink.

Qian Lang stood in front of the counter for five minutes before finally choosing a bookmark.

It's made of silk, with a light blue background and an orchid embroidered on it.

It's not expensive, only twenty yuan.

but!

The packaging box cost 800.

The box is made of sandalwood, about the size of a palm, with a silver flower embroidered on the lid.

When you open it, you'll find it lined with apricot-yellow silk, with a bookmark lying in the very center, like a family heirloom.

Ha ha!

You tricked me!

After settling on the gifts, Qian Lang headed to Liu Yifei's mansion.

Qian Lang came once.

It was very impressive last time.

This time it was even more shocking because I didn't get to go in last time.

Whose villa occupies half a football field?

As the car drove in, ginkgo trees lined both sides of the road, their leaves glistening in the sunlight.

Further in, a three-story building came into view.

The exterior walls are gray and white, with large floor-to-ceiling windows and a lawn in front of the door, where several pots of blooming hydrangeas are placed.

Before the car even stopped, Liu Yifei ran out of the house and waved at him.

She was wearing a light pink dress, her hair was down, and she had light makeup on.

He exudes youthful energy.

Qian Lang parked the car next to the flower bed before getting out.

"Why are you so late?"

Liu Yifei came over and asked.

"Don't you know I was forced to come by you? I almost turned back halfway."

"Hehe, where's the gift?"

Liu Yifei didn't reply, but extended her hand.

Qian Lang felt a surge of joy.

He then took the gift out of the passenger seat and handed it to her.

Liu Yifei's eyes lit up immediately upon seeing it.

This packaging is elegant.

It's obvious that it was chosen with care.

She took it and wanted to open it.

"Hey, hey, Liu Yifei, don't you have any manners?"

Qian Lang quickly stopped him.

If it's demolished now, he might get kicked out.

Liu Yifei rolled her eyes at him, but didn't take it apart again.

At this moment, Qian Lang also saw that Liu Xiaoli was watching them from the doorway.

Qian Lang smiled at her as she looked across the river.

Liu Xiaoli smiled faintly.

"Let's go in, my classmates are all here."

"Okay, it'll be your classmate then?"

Qian Lang asked.

If they were all Liu Yifei's classmates, that would be better, at least he would know most of them.

And most importantly, these people are all adults.

If they were all 15 or 6-year-old girls, he would be really embarrassed.

"Yeah, Changchang went to film a movie. I don't have many friends in Beijing. Mom, what are you doing out there?"

Liu Yifei turned her head and saw her mother.

"Teacher Qian is here, let me greet her."

Liu Xiaoli said calmly.

"Oh, let's go in then."

The little girl walked in without a care in the world.

The two people outside the door didn't speak or greet each other.

Qian Lang seemed unable to say anything to upset her.

All that remained was a faint smile.

Liu Xiaoli did not respond.

Turned around and entered the house.

Qian Lang watched her retreating figure, his gaze habitually drifting to Liu Xiaoli's swaying waist.

Perhaps it's because it's my daughter's birthday.

Liu Xiaoli wore a cheongsam today.

It looks so-so from the front.

But that back view!

Qian Lang thought of a phrase—"killer from behind."

It was as if they could sense Qian Lang's gaze.

Liu Xiaoli suddenly turned her head around.

Qian Lang smiled, pretending nothing had happened.

Liu Xiaoli rolled her eyes at him.

So charming!

Liu Xiaoli went inside.

Qian Lang, however, remained standing.

He sighed.

Some things are better left unsaid than said outright.

Now look at this awkward situation.

He then went inside.

There were many people in the room, most of whom he had met once before.

They all greeted him when he came in.

"Senior brother!" Jiang Yiyan exclaimed.

"Hello, senior brother!" This is Zhou Yang.

"Senior brother, do you still remember me?" This is Liu Jing.

Of course, there were a few men whose names he couldn't remember.

Seeing this, Qian Lang felt that this trip had not been in vain.

Qian Lang readily integrated himself into the group.

He was talking to a few girls, making them laugh out loud from time to time.

"Senior, Senior Sister Dong Xuan is so popular right now, can I sign with your company too?"

Jiang Yiyan sat down next to Qian Lang and spoke.

"Yes, senior, me too."

"And me too."

The other two girls were also talking.

"Senior, I'm Zhu Yawen."

"Senior brother, I am Luo Jun."

Qian Lang ignored them.

"No problem, we can talk about it privately later."

He continued talking to the girl.

"You don't have my contact information? Let me add you now."

"Okay, senior, give me your number."

Liu Yifei watched from a distance, her small chest heaving with anger.

Is this a birthday celebration for her?

He's clearly here to pick up girls.

The more I looked at it, the angrier I got, and the angrier I got, the more I wanted to take action.

Her gaze then fell on a piece of cake.

You can add it!

Liu Yifei picked up the cake after thinking about it.

From afar, she spotted Qian Lang.

then!

in!

slap~

Jiang Yiyan, who was standing next to Qian Lang, was suddenly slapped with a piece of cake on her face.

Liu Yifei's eyes widened and her tongue stuck out.

It’s over.

"Liu Yifei!"

Jiang Yiyan exclaimed in surprise, then immediately picked up a piece of cake next to her.

She retaliated.

However, she accidentally hit another classmate next to Liu Yifei in the face.

The melee began.

.......

"What a waste!"

Qian Lang muttered to himself as he went into the restroom on the second floor.

He's covered in cake frosting right now, both on his body and head.

However, this scene was indeed quite amusing, making him completely forget his mental age.

As soon as I went in, I heard a voice behind me.

"How old are you? Why are you still fooling around with them?"

Qian Lang turned around and saw Liu Xiaoli looking helpless.

Indeed, the once peaceful living room now resembles a battlefield.

Cakes were everywhere – on the sofa, coffee table, walls, and floor.

If it weren't for the presence of outsiders today...

She could easily beat Liu Yifei.

"That's what youth is!"

Qian Lang said casually.

However, he quickly stopped himself from saying anything.

It was just too late.

"Yes, I'm getting old."

Liu Xiaoli was talking outside.

That's not what I meant.

Qian Lang explained.

"That's true!"

Liu Xiaoli leaned against the door frame as she spoke, her face expressionless.

Qian Lang looked at her.

A scene from "Night Shanghai" came to mind.

Now all Liu Xiaoli is missing is a cigarette in her hand.

This woman fulfilled all his fantasies about women today.

"Xiao Li, come in and help me."

Qian Lang spoke calmly, while routinely cleaning the cream off his clothes.

Liu Xiaoli's heart skipped a beat when she heard this.

Go in?

I gave a bitter smile to myself.

How did she get in?

This is the man her daughter likes. Although her daughter is only 16 years old, she will grow up eventually.

But she is getting old soon.

She did not speak.

He silently turned and left.

Qian Lang looked at himself in the mirror and smiled.

Laugh at your own cowardice.

He could have pulled Liu Xiaoli in without asking.

he knows!

Liu Xiaoli will most likely not resist.

He felt that he had fallen!