Chapter 5716

"What? Your boyfriend? When did you get a boyfriend? I sent people to inquire; you don't have a boyfriend at all!" The man was suddenly quite shocked.

"Excuse me, sir, may I ask your surname? If you don't tell me your name, I won't know how to address you." Zhao Desan put on a calm and composed look and said with a smile.

"My surname is Qian." The man glanced at Zhao Desan dismissively, his eyes filled with murderous intent. *Damn it, he really is a rich guy; even his surname is Qian, * Zhao Desan muttered to himself.

"Oh, Mr. Qian, is it? My girlfriend said today that a very good friend from her junior high days was inviting us to dinner; it must be you. Oh, Mr. Qian, you are too polite. You're in Xijing; I should be the one hosting. Yet you invited us first, which makes me feel a bit embarrassed. You really are too polite." As Zhao Desan spoke, he pulled Jin Lulu down to sit. Then, with one sentence, he nearly made Jin Lulu vomit blood. He asked directly: "Have you ordered? Why haven't you ordered yet? Mr. Qian is too polite, letting me order first. Well, I won't be polite then." As he spoke, he took the menu and prepared to call the waiter to order.

"Sir, let's order later. May I ask you a question first?" The man surnamed Qian suppressed his inner rage and spoke to Zhao Desan first.

"Mr. Qian, you are too polite. Ask whatever you want," Zhao Desan said with a chuckle.

"Are you really Lulu's boyfriend?" The man surnamed Qian stared at Zhao Desan with murderous intent in his eyes.

However, this murderous intent was directly ignored by Zhao Desan. He scratched his head, put on an awkward look, and said, "We're planning to register at the end of the year. I don't know if that counts as boyfriend yet, but I know this should be called fiancé. Does fiancé count as boyfriend?" Zhao Desan smiled, pretending to be humble.

"You, kid…" The man surnamed Qian was so provoked by Zhao Desan that he couldn't suppress his anger any longer.

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My surname is Liu, not 'kid'." Zhao Desan gave the man surnamed Qian another small provocation.

"Fine, you death-seeking kid. Lulu, tell me, after all these years, have you really forgotten me?" Seeing he couldn't handle Zhao Desan, the man surnamed Qian turned to Jin Lulu and asked.

"Qian Feng, please show some respect. He is my boyfriend. Do you know what respect means? What do you mean 'forgotten you'? We're all classmates; that's why I came. Who knew what you were thinking!" Jin Lulu was also very dissatisfied with Qian Feng's attitude.

"What? Lulu, you're actually scolding me for this guy? What is he?" Qian Feng never expected that he, who had always prided himself on being a 'girl killer,' would be defeated by a glib-tongued man today.

"Please call me Jin Lulu. Qian Feng, he is indeed something. He is my boyfriend, the man I love, and a man worthy of my love. I came here today as a friend. As for your question about whether I love you or not, I think you're thinking too much. How could we know what love is when we were teenagers? Really!" Jin Lulu said coldly.

"Mr. Qian, a man should act like a man. Just because you're handsome doesn't mean you can go around seducing women. How old were you and Lulu when you were in school? What do children know about love? Now, Lulu is my girlfriend. If you dare to pester Lulu again, don't blame me for being impolite." Zhao Desan lit a cigarette and said pretentiously. He knew this Qian guy was rich, and rich people could do many things, but since he was here to help Lulu settle the matter, he had to act tough.

Besides, Lulu was Secretary Jin's daughter; this kid probably couldn't afford to provoke her.

"Kid surnamed Liu, do you believe I'll call a few people to finish you off right now!" The man surnamed Qian was provoked by Zhao Desan, grabbed Zhao Desan's collar, pointed at him, and said viciously.

"Qian Feng, stop!" Seeing Qian Feng grab Zhao Desan's collar, the little beauty shouted urgently.

"Suit yourself. Just don't regret it later." Zhao Desan chuckled, suddenly reached out, and punched the man surnamed Qian in the nose. Qian Feng's vision went black, and he was knocked to the ground, blood streaming from his nose.

"Damn it, don't let me see you again!" After saying this, Zhao Desan took Lulu's hand and walked straight out of the private room.

"What's wrong? Are you heartbroken because I hit him?" Seeing Jin Lulu's complex expression, Zhao Desan asked with a hint of jealousy.

"No, scum like that deserved to be hit," Jin Lulu pouted.

"Heh, that's just because a pure girl like you was fooled by his mask. I bet he was acting very pretentious in front of you. But I have to say, this kid is quite handsome, and with his family's money, he must have fooled quite a few girls," Zhao Desan said with a grin.

"Can you stay with me tonight?" Jin Lulu asked in a low voice, lowering her head.

"Ah? Tonight? I might have to go back tonight," Zhao Desan said, pretending to be troubled.

"Can't you stay with me? Do you really not consider me… your girlfriend?" The little beauty blushed and snuck a glance at Zhao Desan.

"Then… then I'll stay with you. I'll be your 'three-companion' for once today!" Zhao Desan rubbed his nose and pretended to agree reluctantly. It wasn't that he didn't want to stay with her; he was just afraid that if they were together, he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation and would make a mistake.

"What 'three-companion'? That sounds terrible. Let's go get a drink," Jin Lulu said, looking at Zhao Desan.

"Drink? Why?" Zhao Desan asked, looking at her, puzzled.

"Nothing, I just want to drink," the little beauty said, blushing.

"Where are we going to drink?" Zhao Desan asked.

"Let's go to Sister Lan's bar, how about that?" The little beauty asked, looking at Zhao Desan with a strange expression.

Upon hearing the name 'Sister Lan,' Zhao Desan immediately wanted to back out and quickly found an excuse: "I don't want to go to a bar; it's too noisy."

"Then how about we buy some drinks and go to my unit's dormitory to drink?" The little beauty giggled and said.

Zhao Desan looked at her, speechless, then nodded. He bought four bottles of beer at a convenience store, got in the car, and followed the little beauty to her dormitory above the Provincial Party Committee Trade Union.

After arriving in the room and sitting down, Zhao Desan used his teeth to pop the bottle caps and handed one to Jin Lulu, saying, "Drink slowly, don't drink too fast. Why does a girl like you like drinking? Really." As they drank, Zhao Desan began telling the little beauty jokes, making her giggle incessantly. Looking at her innocent and lively appearance, Zhao Desan liked her very much. In truth, the little beauty had changed a lot over the past few years; compared to the wild girl she used to be, her personality had become much gentler.

As they drank, Jin Lulu blushed and leaned her head on Zhao Desan's shoulder. Zhao Desan's heart tightened, his heart rate accelerated, and he didn't know what to say. Then, he saw the little beauty lift her flushed face, look at him with her large, shy eyes, and say, "Can you kiss me?" Looking at Jin Lulu's face, which was as red as a ripe apple, her sparkling eyes, and the faint scent of alcohol on her breath as she spoke, Zhao Desan felt tortured. From his angle, the two plump mounds on the little beauty's chest were fully in view. Although they were wrapped tightly in her clothes, their lethality was truly making him feel itchy inside.

The girl's intoxicated eyes and her luscious lips really made Zhao Desan want to kiss her, but he knew he couldn't do that. Before he had made up his mind to marry this little beauty, if he did something to hurt her and then proposed a breakup later, Secretary Jin would never let him off.

So, Zhao Desan suppressed his impulse and said with a smile, "Lulu, are you drunk?"

"Hey, do you like me or not?" The little beauty, emboldened by the alcohol, pouted and questioned him.

Looking at the little beauty's domineering expression, Zhao Desan stammered, "I… I like you."

"Then why don't you touch me?" The little beauty asked, blushing.

"I…" Zhao Desan looked at her longing eyes. His heart rate had reached its peak, and his 'treasure' below was already stirring, but he truly didn't know how to answer the little beauty's sharp question.