The Epic Revenge

He Wei's room is small, but it is clean and tidy.

"Master Huo must have never lived in such a poor house." He smiled and never looked at Huo Yue again.

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 looked 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 nice house." Huo Yue said again.

He Wei pursed her lips: "Are you comforting me?"

"Well." Huo Yue said truthfully.

The memory in He Wei's heart finally faded away, and she was pressed into 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 on the first floor.

The Jewish woman was very enthusiastic: "Miss He, is this your fiancé? He's so handsome, and you two 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 He's fiancé, you are a perfect match," the Jewish woman repeated.

He Wei smiled bitterly: "I'm not worthy of it."

She was very embarrassed, but she was relieved after thinking that Huo Yue might not speak English and could not understand what others said.

This time there was a driver. She and Huo Yue sat in the back seat, and neither of them spoke.

Just 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 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 of which are 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 is not surprising that Huo Yue is the distinguished guest tonight.

Surprisingly, he can speak English, albeit a little rusty and rigid, and understand it.

He Wei's whole body 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 does he mean by that?

She can't think about it 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 they were talking about when Mr. Leightoner would come.

After a while, Jang-soo also came.

When she saw He Wei, there was a faint smile on the corner of her lips, and she greeted He Wei regardless of 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 Zhuo also saw him, and glanced at him casually, her face blushed inexplicably: I haven't seen such a handsome and handsome man for a long time.

He should not be young anymore, but it does not damage his handsomeness in the slightest.

Zhang Soo is an unmarried woman after all, and she was restrained by her restraint and did not catch up.

Huo Yue returned to his seat, and when Xi Jiu came, he instructed Xi Jiu: "Watch the back, don't tell Miss He to follow other people's ways."

Xijiu said: "Don't worry. Lao Sun is my old friend, 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 half past seven, 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 that there will be a surprise tonight." Zhang Zhu suddenly said.

Everyone was surprised.

The invitation letter they got, they thought it was a welcome party for Mr. Leightoner.

"Why, don't you know? Then I wasted money." Zhang Zhu pretended to be wronged.

Everyone hurriedly toasted and wanted to toast Jang Soo.

You can watch such a fun beauty pageant without spending money and drinking alcohol. You can relax on Sunday. Although your colleagues are disappointed, they will not leave the table unknowingly.

They also asked Zhang Soo, "Is there a happy event for you to spend such an expensive treat?"

Zhang Zhu smiled and said, "I just want to cheer on the surprise."

"What surprise?" He Wei also asked.

Zhang Zhuo looked at her with a smile, and his expression was extraordinarily happy, because He Wei would soon know what a surprise was like.

She believed that this incident was enough to entertain everyone for several years, and after Mr. Gent knew He Wei's worth, he would probably take action against him and would never harass Zhang Zhu again.

Jang Soo wants to step He Wei into the mud with one foot.

The beauty pageant on stage begins.

Those singing girls and dancing girls 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, but they are called differently."

Colleagues said: "Isn't it a performer?"

"No, they just learned some fashionable names, and they are still trick girls in essence. Whoever gets on this stage will have their identity set." Zhang Zhu continued.

He Wei took a sip of wine.

Zhang Zhuo glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and these explanations were nothing more than foreshadowing by He Wei.

At this moment, the twelve contestants ended their performances, followed by the thirteenth.

Zhang Zhuo was a little excited because she knew that the performer who participated in the beauty pageant on the 13th was He Wei, and she arranged it.

As long as He Wei was called out in front of everyone's eyes, and her colleagues knew that she was actually a contestant of the trick girl competition, she would never want to hang out in the branch.

Even if she was shameless and held out, the situation was still very bad. The lecherous Mr. Ghent probably 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.