Chapter 147: Purple Cheongsam (Part 3)

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This is a suburban road without street lights. Lin Huan parked the Phantom firmly on the side of the road, turned on the double flashing lights, and got out of the car and got into the rear compartment.

After sitting next to Han Yun, Lin Huan immediately smelled the scent coming from her body. He swallowed, but felt his throat tightened a little: "Sister, where is itching on your back, I'll scratch it for you."

Han Yun glanced at him coquettishly, and then said, "Before scratching me, do you want to untie the cheongsam for me first?"

Cheongsam is the most representative clothing in China. At the same time, cheongsam has extremely strict requirements on a woman's figure. She should not be too thin, otherwise she will not be able to support herself, and she should not be too fat, otherwise it will affect her beauty.

The chest should be straight, the waist should be thin, the legs should be slender, and the exposed arms should not be too slender, and of course, they should not be unicorn arms.

It is precisely because cheongsam has such strict requirements on a woman's figure that it is rare to see a woman wearing cheongsam in daily life.

In other words, women who dare to wear cheongsam on the street usually have enough confidence in their figure.

Cheongsams with gorgeous hues like purple, which require a strong aura to hold, are something that many women yearn for but dare not try lightly.

Han Yun's figure is fatter if it is more, and thinner if it is less. It is the perfect figure that many women are extremely envious of.

And the aristocratic temperament on her body perfectly controls the luxurious and gorgeous hue of purple.

So when Han Yun appeared at the banquet in this purple cheongsam, Lin Huan had already watched his index finger twitch. Now that he had the opportunity to touch Han Yun's delicate body with his own hands, how could this not make him excited?

"Uh..." Lin Huan swallowed again, then raised his trembling hands and put them on the buttons of the cheongsam beside Han Yun.

Because his hands were shaking too much, and he didn't turn on the light, he couldn't undo a single button in the dark for a long time.

"Stupid." Han Yun gave him a charming look, then raised her hand to unbutton the cheongsam one by one. After unbuttoning, she asked, "Is your sister or your fiancée the prettiest?"

"..."

This question stumped Lin Huan immediately. He knew that Han Yun was referring to Luo Bingyan, but one of them was a mature and charming lady, and the other was a pure and beautiful domineering female president like a fairy. It's hard to say who looks better.

"Okay, sister won't make things difficult for you." While speaking, Han Yun took off the cheongsam on her body, revealing a large beautiful back, then she took Lin Huan's hand and put it somewhere on her back, saying: "It's itchy here, you can help my sister scratch it."

"Okay." Lin Huan collected his mind, and really obediently scratched her itch.

Seeing that Lin Huan was just tickling herself obediently, Han Yun felt a little amused in her heart. She cursed secretly for being an idiot, and then asked half-jokingly: "Could it be that you have a beautiful fiancée, so you lost your sister?" Are you interested?"

"Of course not!" Lin Huan thought that Han Yun was angry, and quickly began to explain.

After hearing what he said, Han Yun laughed and said, "So you were afraid that if you refused Luo Bingyan's marriage proposal, she would be unable to come down, so you agreed?"

Lin Huan nodded and said, "Yes, that's what I thought at the time."

Han Yun tapped his forehead and said, "You, what a fool!"

Before Lin Huan could figure out why she said she was a fool, Han Yun leaned over and kissed her.

After a long French wet kiss, Han Yun gasped and said, "This time, I want you on top..."

After hearing this sentence, Lin Huan's whole body exploded. Now that the beauty made such an explicit request, is he still a man if he refuses to agree?

With a little force, Lin Huan pressed Han Yun on her body, pulled her hands up to lift up the corners of her cheongsam skirt, and then the carriage was full of spring...

After some cloud and rain, the two hugged each other and talked about love. After regaining energy, Lin Huan whispered in Han Yun's ear, "Sister, I still want to..."

Han Yun gave him a charming look and said: "You have been out for a long time, and Bingyan should be suspicious if you don't go back."

"Uh..." Lin Huan also knew this, he nodded a little depressed and said, "Okay, then when can I see you again, sister?"

Han Yun kissed him on the face and said with a smile, "We will meet each other if we are destined~"

Lin Huan: "..."

After sending Han Yun back to Jiangnan Yipin, Lin Huan drove back to Luoshen Manor. After entering the hall, he found that all the guests had left, but none of the symphony orchestra had left.

Uncle Fu, who was talking with these people, saw Lin Huan come back, and hurriedly greeted him and said, "Master, you are back."

"What did you call me?" Lin Huan's eyes widened when he heard the title "Uncle", and he could hardly believe his ears.

Uncle Fu smiled and said, "Uncle, you are Miss's fiancé, so of course I will call you Uncle."

"..."

Lin Huan was speechless for a while, but it seemed to be a good feeling to be called uncle.

Uncle Fu continued to smile and said: "Master, Miss is taking off her make-up upstairs, she told me to tell my uncle not to leave after you come back, Miss has something to talk to my uncle about."

"Well, okay, thank you, Uncle Fu." Lin Huan nodded, then pointed to everyone in the symphony orchestra and said, "Why haven't they left yet?"

Uncle Fu said, "Young master, that's how it is. Conductor Song wants you to join their symphony orchestra, and the lady said to let you make up your mind."

"..."

Although being called uncle is a very novel experience, Lin Huan almost got goosebumps when he heard the word uncle in every sentence.

At this moment, the conductor of the symphony orchestra came over, and he said to Lin Huan excitedly: "Mr. Lin, I am Song Qi'an, the conductor of the Jiangnan Symphony Orchestra. The song 'La San' you played was deeply shocking. I want to invite you to join our orchestra, and you can pay whatever you want."

How could Lin Huan want to join some kind of symphony orchestra? He only wanted to slap Fang Jundao in the face when he studied "God-Level Piano Technique", so he immediately refused: "Thank you, Mr. Song, for the invitation, but I have no plans for this right now. .”

Song Qi'an continued to persuade: "Mr. Lin, please think carefully again. As long as you are willing to join our orchestra, you can get the opportunity to perform as a soloist. If your performance is heard by the audience, you will become the leader of the whole family." Huaxia... no, he is the idol of the whole world!"

Piano, this is an item that has been closely connected with art and taste since it was created. People who play the piano well are the favorites of the rich and powerful, down to the poor.

So what Song Qi'an said is not an exaggeration at all. If the world discovers Lin Huan's mastery of piano, then it is only a matter of time before Lin Huan becomes famous and becomes a global idol.

It's just that Lin Huan has no interest in becoming a global idol, he directly refused: "If Mr. Song has nothing to do, please come back."

After finally dismissing the people from the symphony orchestra, Luo Bingyan came down from the second floor after removing her make-up.