What if I'm really rich

What should I do if I am really rich? Chapter 809 Smell a woman

"Two cocktails."

"Is peace okay?"

Yang Nixiao walked towards Su Ze with two glasses of red cocktails, not caring about the peeping eyes of the people around her.

She is used to it.

"boss."

Putting a glass of wine in front of Su Ze who lightly tapped the table, she stroked the cheongsam skirt and sat beside her.

The lights are on and the music is playing.

Peacefulness.

I saw her with a smiling face.

Who knows that she is depressed.

Nightlife, for everything.

Food, clothing and housing.

Alcohol is not intoxicating, people are self-intoxicating.

Hu Tianhudi, I wasted my youth

In the jazz bar of the hotel, Su Ze took the peace cocktail and looked at the old jazz band in front of him.

A presidential suite full of historical flavor can't lock Su Ze's heart. When the lights are on, he only enjoys the river view and beauties, and he feels that something is missing.

Instruments full of time traces, yellowed scores, gray-haired musicians, vicissitudes of voice, playing time changes in a dimly lit small bar.

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Raising his hand to take a sip of wine, Su Ze put his fingers on the small table and tapped along with the familiar melody.

Seeing that Su Ze was enjoying the tranquility, Yang Nixiao obediently didn't disturb her until the other party slowly looked over.

"Yangmi, go to the front and order a jazz piece by Evening Lily, Me and My Motherland."

"After listening, let's go back."

"Okay, boss."

Yang Nixiao raised her hand, and the waiter was very caring because she had received a tip when Su Ze ordered a song for the first time.

Almost as soon as Yang Nixiao raised her hand, the other party walked over, and finally nodded and walked forward.

You don’t need money to listen to music here. You used to need tickets to enter, but now you only need a glass of wine.

A glass of whiskey.

You can hear the ending and it's okay.

However, if you are a non-resident guest, there is a minimum consumption of 300 yuan, which can be regarded as a certain threshold.

The bar is small with few tables.

But no matter where, the rich have certain privileges, such as the addition of a small table.

Another example is the beginning of evening primrose.

The moment the saxophone sounded, the small cheers in the dim bar were too classic.

Early morning, 0:12.

In President Sassoon's suite, Su Ze took out Paramount's vinyl record and unpacked it.

After choosing a tuberose that he had heard just now, Su Ze turned the switch knob and stopped with a clicking sound.

Yang Nixiao stood quietly, without interrupting Su Ze, but just looked around at the oak decoration.

The retro tables and chairs, as well as the old objects with a sense of age around them, seem to have returned to the 30s.

The spacious living room is the best place to see the entire room, with a perfect 360-degree view.

You can overlook the entire Bund complex and the Huangpu River, lean on the window sill, and stare at the Huangpu River.

You can listen to the whistle of passing ships and the clock ringing of the customs building on the Bund, which is infinitely imaginative.

The two stood in the corner by the window. Su Ze looked at the vinyl record in his hand and slowly put it on.

Although Li Xianglan's original soundtrack is a replica, I don't know where the housekeeper got it from.

Li Xianglan, a magical woman.

Su Ze smiled helplessly, and then put the red stylus on the record. After the vinyl record started to rotate, a melodious sound came from the top floor of the Peace Hotel.

"Can I say that again."

"what."

Yang Nixiao put her jade hand on Su Ze's shoulder, looked at the smile on his mouth, raised her eyes and continued to look up.

Meeting Su Ze's eyes, the two danced lightly to the melody, and the cheongsam danced along with the movement.

The high-heeled shoes stepped on the patterned carpet until Ye Laixiang entered the tone, Yang Nixiao was supported by the waist and leaned back, with one beautiful leg raised in mid-air.

The two looked at each other, and soon a pair of big hands were placed on the slit of the cheongsam, on the white and smooth skin.

"You're beautiful in a cheongsam."

The big hand slid down from the thigh, Yang Nixiao's high-heeled shoes fell to the ground, and she turned around.

Pinching Su Ze's fingers, Yang Nixiao lightly avoided Su Ze's encirclement with a faint smile on her face.

The jade hand held Su Ze's five fingers, and Yang Nixiao's beautiful high-heeled shoes turned back to the original taste.

I love the dark night.

Also love that the nightingale sings.

I love the flower-like dream more.

Embrace evening primrose.

Kiss the evening primrose.

On the Huangpu River, colorful yachts pass by, and two figures are reflected on the simple and crisp windows of a high-rise building. They dance lightly, like the setting sun.

Sometimes they separated, and sometimes they looked at each other. The light yellow window paper and the black figure slowly merged.

"I really like the scene of Al Pacino in Scent of a Woman, a wonderful and timeless classic."

"Can I have a song?"

"Ms. Yang Nixiao."

Su Ze changed a vinyl record, and before putting down the stylus, he turned to look at the person behind him.

Yang Nixiao slowly smiled, looking at Su Ze in front of him and the fingers on the phonograph.

"Shall we dance a tango together?"

"uh-huh."

"You have the same temperament as Gabriel Anwar, but I promise you will be more beautiful in my heart."

Su Ze also showed a faint smile, he was right, the hairstyles and temperament of the two were close.

The only difference is that Yang Nixiao is wearing a cheongsam, and her figure is a little better than her.

Atmosphere, mainly atmospheric

Yang Nixiao was indeed very elegant.

"Sir means."

"In your life, you also need a Gabriel Anwar, an elegant lady."

The corners of Yang Nixiao's mouth slowly rose, and her jade hand slowly stretched out, before touching it, she said:

"I'm not very good at dancing."

"clatter."

The stylus was pushed onto the record, Su Ze grabbed Yang Nixiao's jade hand, raised his foot and said softly:

"Whether you want to learn it or not."

"I will teach you, dear Yang!"

A step away slowly sounded, Su Ze supported Yang Nixiao's back, and looked into her eyes.

Dancing a tango, two people stand together and make a good pose, no one cares what they said before.

Walking with him, looking into his eyes, Yang Nixiao slightly turned her head to look forward and swayed her body to hold him.

Although the contact time was not long, Yang Nixiao knew that the other party was a refined egoist.

What he likes is not Al Pacino, nor Anwar, the beautiful English dancer.

Instead, smell a woman.

There is no aggressive tango, some are just ambiguous, she knows very well that this is what Su Ze wants.

He doesn't care about the process, he doesn't care about the result, Yang Nixiao's impression of him is that he only lives for himself.

There is no wrong step, because there is no need to make mistakes.

And there is no right or wrong in the adult world.

It's because they only consider the pros and cons!

At this moment, Yang Nixiao didn't know what Su Ze was dancing at all. Under his leadership, she was no longer sticking to the world.

Su Ze pushed her away and led her back, it was really hard to let go like a lover.

"The violin of porunaa, I think it makes me feel better when I listen to it with you."

"But the only difference is"

"I don't care how much you have been concerned about before."

"Live in Lujiazui."

"You have to learn to be good."

After the dance, Yang Nixiao was supported by her waist, she smiled and opened her eyes to look at the smiling Su Ze in front of her.

"clatter!"

Yang Nixiao's high-heeled shoes touched the ground, and she slowly got up from the leaning back position, and stuck tightly to Su Ze.

A beautiful smile.

an open button

A sleepless night.

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