"If you calculate this way, 28 is not enough."

"Yeah, yeah, I understand, add 3 more."

When Chen Qing left, Simon enjoyed the classical dance called "Ru Mengling" in the venue, and then clicked two girls to come up to fill the couch. He accidentally noticed the gaze of a fairy who had just been obediently snuggling on the left hand, and asked in English with a smile: "Do you understand English?"

The girl nodded, raised her pretty oval face, with a little caution and flattery, and was equally skillful in English: "Mr. Westeros, my name is..."

Before he could finish his words, Simon had already pressed a finger on both lips.

Simon changed his Chinese language and said with a smile: "There is an old Chinese saying, "Why do you have to know each other when you meet? I think it's good."

Simon is a kind-hearted person, but at the same time he also wants to pursue a state where a leaf passes through the flowers and leaves don’t touch the body. If he doesn’t know the name, maybe there will be no connection after tonight.

This is actually very good for both parties.

The girl nodded gently, and when Simon took back his finger, he posted it at him again, and said softly: "Mr. Westeros, I have compiled a song, which is a work by a Chinese Song Dynasty poet named "Yu Meiren·Ting Yu Yu". Can you sing it to you later?"

Simon thought about it and remembered that it was Jiang Jie's song "Young Listening to the Rain" and nodded: "Okay, but this seems to be a very sad word?"

The girl's eyes were brighter: "Mr. Westeros, do you know this poem?"

"Yes," Simon nodded and said softly: "My joys and sorrows are always ruthless, one step ahead of the steps until dawn. Just a short poem, just a few words, writes a person's life. I like the feeling of time passing in the poem, and the beauty of Chinese is really amazing."

The little beauty in her arms opened her mouth slightly, and when Simon finished speaking, her expression was full of admiration: "So the rumors are true. Mr. Westeros, you are proficient in Chinese culture."

Simon felt the softness of the girl in her arms being more and more attached to her with only a few layers of dance clothes and gauze, and said with a smile: "The problem is, you are so beautiful and so young, how could you choose Jiang Jie's sad "Yu Meiren" to arrange it?"

The girl's eyes were bright, and there was still a little worship left in her expression, which I didn't know whether it was true or not. She heard this and said, "Mr. Westeros, because my name is Yu Tingyu."

Simon: "…"

Is this a trick?
Chapter completed!