The second update.

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Zhang Qingqing nodded charmingly, not showing any surprise. She just looked at Chen Rui deeply and said, "This industry is also very good. Now only women and children are the best money to make, and the women's products market is also dominated by men. After all, it is a patriarchal society now."

Chen Rui's face showed a sense of approval. The knowledge of mature women was indeed different. This was far from what Tang Wan could match. When she heard her expression when she was an employee of a stockings company, she was very exciting at the time. "Ms. Zhang said that no matter which industry it is, it is aimed at profitability, so the market dominates everything, and there are always responses to what you want. Women are pursuing beauty, and women's products are naturally blooming everywhere."

"Isn't this all caused by men? Changes in men's aesthetic views will change the direction of public opinion. After all, women are always vulnerable groups, and most women have to revolve around men. Various industries that serve women have also been derived, including liposuction and weight loss, breast augmentation, etc. To put it bluntly, these are not good for women's bodies." Zhang Qingqing sighed, as if she was talking to an old friend, and said it very naturally.

Chen Rui looked at her body a few times and smiled and said, "That's right, natural is the most beautiful. If everyone has the figure of Miss Qingqing, then all beauty salons will be closed and all nursing shops will be closed."

Zhang Qingqing burst out laughing, and gently tapped Chen Rui's index finger. When he was about to touch his forehead, he immediately realized something was wrong. He quickly withdrew the slender jade finger and shook his head and said, "You, you are not serious in saying anything. Even if all women become beautiful women, men's requirements will rise. This is never a matter of balance."

After singing the song on the stage, the next song was an old love song, which made Chen Rui feel a lot. At this time, Zhang Qingqing's eyes showed deep remembrance, obviously thinking about something or someone.

Chen Rui didn't bother her. She sat next to her and listened quietly to the song. The glass of wine became less and less. He felt a little suspicious. Why did this woman become more emotional? It seemed that she was indeed a nostalgic person. It was very likely that something in the past would be tied to her.

"It's better to be old in love songs. I haven't dared to listen to this song again for five years. Today I'm guarding you and I have some confidence. Chen Rui, what are your hobbies do you usually have?" The song ended, and Zhang Qingqing slowly returned to normal. Then she took another sip of wine and looked at Chen Rui and said.

She sat on the high stool, with her left foot on the stool, and her other leg rested on her left leg, and her slender calf hanged down. A small piece of calf in stockings was exposed under the bell-bottom pants, which set off the foot, and with a little beauty, the gold-edged frame also radiated a metallic luster under the light, which contrasted with the soft temperament of a mature woman, which made Chen Rui praise him.

"I don't have any special hobbies, either. I run, listen to music, and sometimes I buy some books to read. People become lazy and are no longer willing to do those passionate things." Chen Rui sighed, a kind of loneliness appeared in his eyes, and he sighed in his heart. Ordinary is a blessing, and there will always be a time when the passionate blood is shed.

When Zhang Qingqing saw Chen Rui's expression, she felt trembling for no reason and sighed in her heart, it looks so much like it, is it God's will? In five years, how could I meet someone who looks so much like Alang?

For a moment, both of them were silently thinking about their worries and drank the wine sip after sip. After a while, the wine in the glass was bottomed out. Chen Rui sighed, put down the cup in his hand, turned his head to look at Zhang Qingqing who was as quiet as a flower, and said lightly: "Miss Qingqing, do you want another glass? I'm almost done."

Zhang Qingqing turned her head, and her eyes wafted slightly under the light, obviously with tears in her eyes. This made Chen Rui move slightly and he reached out to pat her hand. This was just a ritual greeting and had no special meaning. However, Zhang Qingqing's heart suddenly stopped, and a complex emotion that was indescribable filled her heart, muttering: "Alang."

After saying that, she stepped down from the stool and hugged Chen Rui's neck. The breast waves that really belonged to a mature woman squeezed on Chen Rui's face. He then stood up and finally got out of her rich charm. The index finger of his right hand gently pressed Zhang Qingqing's temple, pressing down the heat in his abdomen, and said lightly: "Miss Qingqing, you are drunk. I am Chen Rui, not a lady."

Zhang Qingqing shook her head and her face gradually turned red. There was already a mist behind the lenses. She couldn't help but smile shyly at Chen Rui and said, "Chen Rui, sorry, when I heard this song just now, I thought of a deceased friend. I hope you don't mind my loss of composure. I'll leave first, you let me be quiet alone."

Chen Rui nodded and watched her plump figure pass through the bar lights and wine. From his back, the wide-edged belt tied with a small waist became more slender, making her hips look more plump under her casual bell-bottom pants. She was confused just now. It would be quite easy if Chen Rui wanted to take advantage of it, but he didn't do this, which would only make Zhang Qingqing look down on him.

He reached out to call the waiter to pay the bill, and Chen Rui asked casually: "Ms. Zhang is a regular customer here, right?"

"No, she rarely drinks, but our boss is her friend, and we may be troubled by her recently, so she often comes here, but she loves to listen to old songs every time she comes here, but she has never come in with men. This gentleman must be her good friend, right?" The waiter smiled a little reservedly and whined indirectly.

Chen Rui shook his head and thought to himself that I was wrong? She is not a mistress of a rich man? Otherwise, she would not have remembered a deceased man so much. It seems that that man is very important to her.

He ignored the waiter anymore, and he lost interest in this gossip and turned around and left the bar. At this time, Zhang Qingqing's BMW was gone on the roadside, and it was obviously already driving away. He pushed the bicycle and slowly rode away.

After walking forward for about twenty minutes, he unexpectedly saw Zhang Qingqing's car parked on the side of the road. There was a small bridge in front of her. She was standing by the bridge and watching the river water. However, the street lights were far apart, so the bridge was pitch black and the river water was seriously polluted, emitting a not-so-fresh smell. This made Chen Rui stunned for a moment, parked the car by the bridge, and walked over.

"Miss Qingqing, go back early to rest. When you wake up, you will forget what happened today. Some memories that you should learn to forget must be forgotten. If you press it in your heart, it will gradually become bone-eating torture." Chen Rui stood beside her and sighed.

Zhang Qingqing turned her head, her eyes were bright, staring at Chen Rui's face in a daze, shook her head and said, "Chen Rui, maybe you are right, but some things are not something you can forget just by wanting. Memorizing this thing is indeed not all beautiful."
Chapter completed!