His True Colors Chapter 2084

 On the way to the Drunken Immortal Building, Fu Mei and Han Qianqian walked at the front, Fu Mei was indescribably happy to be able to get so close to the mysterious man, it was simply the best opportunity for her.

        All along the way, Fu Mei intentionally and unintentionally gently approached Han Qianqian, attempting to create some physical contact, if any.

        Men, being physical creatures, as long as they are moved by sight and touch, even a god cannot resist the urge inside.

        "By the way, I wonder what Brother Mystic usually likes? If Brother Mystic is interested, Mei'er can find a quiet place to enjoy the end of the world with Brother after dinner." Fu Mei said with a soft smile.

        She spoke so politely and softly that those who didn't know her would think she was a gentle lady, but Han Qianqian couldn't really count on not knowing her.

        Han Qianqian cursed a tart fox, but on her lips she smiled, "That's not very nice, is it? I'm afraid Sir Ye might misunderstand something, right?"

        The smile on Fu Mei's face froze when she spoke of Ye Shijun. Every time she thought of being pressed by an ugly man like Ye Shijun, she felt disgusted.

        But in Fu Mei's mind, Ye Shijun was just a tool man, an accessory that would enhance her status.

        "Oh, actually ...... it's a long story ......" Fu Mei deliberately acted as if she wanted to say something but then stopped, and Han Qianqian knew that she was definitely going to tell the misfortune of her marriage.

        As Han Qianqian expected, Fu Mei sighed: "In fact ...... me and Ye Shijun, simply existed in name only, Fu Mei's life was miserable, for the sake of the Fu family, there was no way ......"

        After saying that, she looked at Han Qianqian, because usually at such times, the other party would comfort themselves and then sympathize with them, and even feel that they sacrificed themselves for the sake of the family, the spirit is rare.

        But Han Qianqian!


        "Oh, let's just eat, I don't really like playing the piano, I don't really want to paint either, I like Su Yingxia to keep me company quietly." After saying this, Han Qianqian glanced at the Drunken Immortal Building in front of him and started to walk in.

        Hearing Han Qianqian's words, Fu Mei froze in place, her fists clenched: "Fu Yao, Fu Yao, Fu Yao again!"

        When they arrived at the Drunken Immortal House, the Fu family had already wrapped up the place, making their way to the elegant pavilion on the first floor, where three jade tables were placed and filled with sumptuous and incomparable food using various gold utensils, looking luxurious and dazzling.

        The other two tables were filled with richly dressed or cultivated experts. As soon as Han Qianqian arrived, Fu Tian greeted him warmly, and the guests at the other two tables all stood up.

        "A rare guest, a rare guest, the presence of the mysterious warrior really makes this place shine." Fu Tian laughed harshly.

        Han Qianqian smiled, if he took off his mask and Fu Tian knew that he was the lowly creature of the earth he was talking about, I don't know if he would still be able to say such complimentary words.

        "Come, come, gentlemen, let me introduce, this is the great god who has shaken the top of Qishan, the mysterious man, I believe you have already heard of his heroic deeds, so I won't talk too much." Fu Tian laughed.

        The group of people instantly clasped their fists and bowed at Han Qianqian in an extraordinary courtesy.

        Only then did Fu Mei come up from downstairs, digesting the anger on her face, she walked in with a pile of smiles on her face as if nothing had just happened.

        "Brother Mystic, these, are the elites of my two Fu Ye families, either rich and powerful, or extremely outstanding in cultivation and skill, and a few are even experts of the Evil Punishing Realm." Fu Tian smiled as he explained to Han Qianqian while inviting him to take a seat at the main table.

        Han Qianqian sat in the centre, with Fu Mei and Fu Tian on the left and right, accompanied by guest seats.

        With a toast from Fu Tian, the banquet officially began.

        During this time, almost every guest present made a special trip to the main table to toast Han Qianqian.

        For one thing, everyone wanted to get close to the mystery man at this time, and for another, this was what Fu Tian had ordered long before the banquet began.

        After the wine had passed, at that moment, two beautiful women dressed in something like a cheongsam slowly walked up.

        The two beauties smiled gently, and then moved a screen to divide the three tables, while the middle table was instantly transformed into a small room.

        At this moment, two more beauties whose figures and looks were no less than those of the two women from earlier walked in. The beauty in blue on the left looked like an immortal, while the beauty on the right was dressed in green like an elf, simply the finest on earth.

        The blue-clothed beauty held a lute in her hands, while the green-clothed beauty gently stroked a xylophone.

        Then, the two cheongsam-clad beauties came back, this time with a difference: they were followed by beauties dressed in the same clothes, each holding a jade bottle of jelly.

        What is this about?