This is no joke. Song Qingshu is serious and the success rate is quite high, so he dares to do this to Li Yifei and the Saint, because he has already tasted the sweetness. This kind of girlfriend who is paying attention to the other boyfriend is a very, very exciting thing. Song Qingshu will be very excited whenever he thinks about it.

Today, he failed. Compared to those women who could win a few thousand pounds and francs, this time he took out ten thousand euros and it didn't work. He even took out one hundred thousand euros when he was excited, but the other party still ignored it.

After a comparison, Song Qingshu felt that he had suffered a considerable blow. He cursed angrily, staring at the backs of Li Yifei and the Saint with resentful eyes.

My friend came over, patted his shoulder, and comforted him, "Young Master Song, forget it, if you can't take it, you can't take it, we won't laugh at you."

"Go to you, I'm going to let you see it today, I'm going to have a look. Now I'm poor and I'm only left with money, so I can't get that woman without trusting money." Song Qingshu said angrily.

This guy was so angry that he was angry. If it weren't for these friends who seemed to be dissuading him, but in fact he was adding firewood to the flames, maybe this matter would have passed today, but by this, Song Qingshu was already angry.

"Song, otherwise it's fine. I'll call a few more sisters tonight. You just need to pay them the same money. We can all play with you, and we guarantee that you will be satisfied." A girl picked up on Song Qingshu's road came over and grabbed his arm and said in a whisper.

"Get out, you bitch, you're a bitch. You can run a carriage down there. I don't know how many people have played with you, and your sisters are not much better." Song Qingshu turned around and cursed.

"Song, how could you say that!" The girl's face changed, but she didn't dare to be angry. Song from China was really generous. The two had just got together for a few days. Although he had played all the positions, she also bought a lot of things for her. There were fixed money to make every day and could enjoy a high-quality life. This woman reluctantly left Song Qingshu.

A security guard came over and said, "Sir, no noise here is allowed. If you make noise again, I will drive you out!"

"I understand." Song Qingshu let out a long sigh, turned around, he pulled a man who looked like a young man and said, "Old Hua, didn't you say you knew people here?"

"Yes, what?" The young man named Laohua smirked and said, "Can't swallow this?"

"Is that true, it's not me who can swallow it. Go and find some people for me. Today, I will let them go out of this door and I can't go home!" Song Qingshu said gritting his teeth.

"Or forget it, I can come here to listen to opera... Oh, the seating position is pretty good, no wonder I don't like your ticket." Hua Dashao said and pointed at Li Yifei and the Saint. The seating position of the two was also the best, not only the visual and auditory sense were the best.

"Fuck, I don't care. Take out your phone and let's chat online." Because the location was not far away, Song Qingshu was afraid that Li Yifei would hear it, so he took out his phone and started talking to Mr. Hua online.

Li Yifei turned his head and looked at him. He heard something, but when he saw that the two of them stopped discussing, Li Yifei just took a light look.

The saint sat on the other side of him. After the two of them sat down, Li Yifei took his hand back. The saint felt a little disappointed. In fact, she was not very stable in her mood in recent days, and she couldn't tell the reason. She always felt a little worried about gains and losses. In a word from China, it was called sadness in spring and autumn. She looked at the sky for no reason and felt like she wanted to cry.

At this time, because Li Yifei took away his hand, the saint seemed a little unhappy and directly showed it on his face.

Li Yifei looked at her strangely. Seeing her two clitorized eyebrows tightly, Li Yifei patted her legs and said softly: "Why are you unhappy? If it's because of those people, I'll teach you a lesson."

The saint shook his head slightly when he heard this and said, "It's about to start, so don't talk anymore."

"Okay!" Li Yifei nodded.

But within a minute, the saint turned his head and said softly: "I just remembered that you just said that I am your wife a few times. Humph, you want to take advantage of it at this time."

"Damn, Dou E is not as unfair as me!" Li Yifei's eyes kept crying for justice.

"Who is Dou E?" asked the saint.

"He is a... very aggrieved woman."

"I didn't wrong you, don't you admit that you took advantage of me?"

"No, how can you take advantage of your wife?" Li Yifei sat upright and said with his chest straight.

"Slowly." Seeing that the people around you had already seen it, the saint hurriedly reminded her, lowering her voice and said, "Hmph, you are taking advantage of me anyway, and... touching my waist."

"Woman, this is how you touch your waist!" Li Yifei's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself what this little fairy meant? Why did he suddenly become such a small woman? So he decided to continue to take advantage of it. As he spoke, his hands passed from her back again, hugging the saint's waist, and his hands were still rubbing gently.

The saint's body shook, and a feeling of electric current spread throughout her body, almost making her scream. She gritted her teeth and felt the numb and itchy feeling. The saint neither scolded Li Yifei nor avoided it, but... she endured it silently, like a young wife who was angry.

Li Yifei was surprised. Is this OK? Did she deliberately think that the two of them were going to have a life-and-death battle, and if they accidentally killed themselves... So is this considered compensation before death? When Li Yifei thought of this, he did not ask, but continued to act.

Of course he wouldn't go too far, and he was still very standardized and measured, so the saint acquiesced.

On the other side, seeing Li Yifei dared to hug the beautiful woman openly in the opera hall, Song Qingshu looked at the woman sitting next to him, and he felt unhappy. He was not afraid of comparing goods, but fearing that people would compare. He hadn't had enough of the woman around him in the past two days. When he saw the saint today, he was almost crazy. Now his mind was full of the other party's beautiful face, as if the goddess in Western mythology could get it, she would be dying of happiness.

He looked at the Saint with a strong look, and also saw Li Yifei's An Lushan claw, typing viciously on his phone. The young master Hua who was sitting across the few people had a laughing look on his face, replying to Song Qingshu.

At the beginning of the opera, Li Yifei could understand English, but this opera was not spoken in English, but German. As the second largest city in the world that speaks German, today's musical is in German. Li Yifei immediately became confused. He knew many languages, but unfortunately he was not good at German. Instead, the saint on the side was very familiar with German, so she sat next to him and explained to Li Yifei: "The name of this opera today is "Aida", which is a 4-act opera created by Italian composer G. Verdi. It was completed in 1870 and premiered in Cairo in 1871. The script was written by Italian singer and playwright Gislanzoni and the composer himself based on French lyrics."

"Oh, so good?" Li Yifei nodded vigorously from the side.

The saint smiled and said, "Unfortunately, due to the Franco-Prussian War, the required sets, clothing, etc. could not be transported from Europe, so the premiere was postponed until 1871. The opera depicts the love tragedy of the former Ethiopian princess Aida and the warrior Radames under the Egyptian king. It shows the conflict between love and patriotism, reflecting the revenge and patriotism of the young girl Aida!"

"Oh? No wonder a woman comes out as soon as she comes on stage." Li Yifei replied in a low voice.

The saint rolled her eyes immediately and said, "That's not Aida!"

"Who is that?" Li Yifei asked quickly.

"Forget it, you're not interested." The saint shook his head and ignored Li Yifei. Li Yifei hurried over, exhaled heat from his mouth, and squirted into the saint's ear, and said, "Come and tell me, I can't understand German. If it was French, I would understand it. Unfortunately, I don't understand German."

"It was originally a French opera, but who knows how to change it to German today, but if you don't understand, you should be able to read it." When the saint heard Li Yifei asking, he couldn't help but want Li Yifei to watch it with him, so he turned around and explained it to Li Yifei.

"You're better off, otherwise I'll be confused, you know, I'm just a rough man." Li Yifei said honestly.

You are not a rough man, Satan is the rough man. The Saint adds to her heart. She and Li Yifei have been together for a while. Li Yifei is definitely not as rough as he said on the surface. Although he is a soldier, he is not a stubborn man in many aspects. In the view of the Saint, he is definitely an ideal companion.

Well, the last sentence is nonsense. If Li Yifei is not outstanding enough, she wouldn't have taken him to be careful. You should know that the inner demon means the man that a generation of saints love the most will definitely not have a second one.

I searched all over the world, and there were not many men who could match her. There were many hard conditions. Strength was the most critical among them. Although there were also many unfathomable people, such as the elders of the Elders' House in the organization, they were all very powerful people, but they could not become inner demons, and they were indeed too old.

Like Satan, whether it is appearance, personality, or style of doing things, they cannot be seen by the Saint. Although she does not have racism, she is absolutely impossible to find a nigger, especially a nigger with muscle lumps.
Chapter completed!