The businesswoman flirting with her husband: Prince Tsundere, don't get angry!

Chapter 302 Good Eyesight

The person who came was Ouyang Xing, the youngest son of Ouyang Shu, Minister of the Ministry of War. According to legend, he was an unlearned and incompetent fool. Han Yi once met him at the oiran election meeting.

Ouyang Xing is not very handsome, but his facial features are more attractive, and his temperament is not like that of an ancient aristocratic son, but somewhat similar to a street hooligan.

Han Yi was a little surprised to meet him here, but after thinking about it, she wasn't surprised.Besides, everyone doesn't know each other, so there's no need to be surprised.

So Han Yi nodded to him politely and prepared to leave.

The arm was grabbed by someone, Han Yi looked at Ouyang Xing in puzzlement, and pulled out the arm naturally.

Ouyang Xing didn't pull her by force, he let her go, and said to Han Yi with a smile: "Brother, since we are destined, why don't we go up and have a look together?"

Han Yi was startled, shook his head and said, "I didn't bring any money."

Without hesitation, Ouyang Xing took out another bank note, slapped it on the waiter's face, and said loudly, "Master, please!"

Han Yi was a little surprised by his demeanor, and didn't understand why Ouyang Xing suddenly struck up a conversation with her. As he was, it was probably unnecessary.

Ouyang Xing naturally put his arms on her shoulders, and smiled playfully: "Give me some face."

He looked at Han Yi a little weirdly, took his arm, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Ouyang, are you as good as Long Yang?"

Ouyang Xing choked suddenly, the expression on his face was extremely wonderful.

"Young master, I have lived among thousands of flowers without a single leaf touching my body. This is the first time I have heard someone say that I am as good as Long Yang. You are really... really... interesting!"

Han Yi raised her eyebrows and smiled, "It's also the first time I've heard that I said someone is as good as Long Yang, but they actually said I'm funny."

"Hahahaha..." Ouyang Xing laughed loudly, "You are really interesting, you are different from others, why don't you give me a face and go up together."

Han Yi tilted her head and smiled: "Okay."

The two of them went up to the second floor under the eyes of the assistant smiling. The second floor looks smaller than the first floor, but it is much more luxuriously decorated. Unlike the first floor, which is directly displayed with display cabinets, it is divided into private rooms. , It is convenient for guests to talk about things.

Moreover, there is a picture album in each compartment, which is full of painted jewelry, which is lifelike and can be read directly. If you like it, you can call people to watch it directly.

Han Yi once again expressed his admiration for class.

Ouyang Xing walked into a room called Hua Qu without stopping.

Han Yi followed, and looked up at the name before going in.

As soon as she entered, she saw Ouyang Xing leaning on the soft couch with a fan in his hand, looking suave and cynical.

"The flowers fall helplessly, and the familiar swallows return." He waved his fan and whispered softly.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Han Yi's mouth, didn't he say that Ouyang Xing was ignorant?This is poetry when you open your mouth.

She opened her mouth and asked: "Is the poem chanted by Mr. Ouyang the origin of the name here?"

Ouyang Xing put away his fan with a "snap", sat up, and bent one leg.

"Beauties are really smart." He tapped his palms with a fan and said with a smile.

Han Yi's smile froze on his lips, and he was stunned for a second before he realized it.

It turned out to be the case.

He is a veteran wandering among thousands of flowers, how could he not see her identity as a woman?

Han Yi stretched out his hand to tear off the fake beard, and praised with a half-smile.

"Master Ouyang really has good eyesight."

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