166 The great and tough Jojo (1/2)

That woman, beautiful as the cloud, pretty as a flower, eyebrows like a crescent moon, eyes like spring water. She is dressing in a black evening dress. Beneath the knee-length skirt reveals attractive slender legs.

Her eyes are bright, her mouth is full of the arrogant smiles, a trace of unrestrained, and a trace of arrogance.

It's Jojo!

When she sees me, she immediately gives a loud cry, and then suddenly, like an enraged lioness, she's pouncing at me with her teeth and claws open.

”Chen Yang, you little bastard! I thought you were dead! You little bastard with no conscience! You go to hell!”

I feel that she is pounding at me with a great feeling of resentment, and then she has opened ten finger nails and scraping at me like the knife blades.

I'm almost knocked down. Fortunately, I stop in time. When she hits me in the arms, I feel the sharp pains in my chest and waist and abdomen.

This tough woman has begun to attack me like a storm in every way she can think of! Teeth, nails, kicks and punches... Come on, if I haven't been quick enough to escape, a knee would have made me become a eunuch!

I shield her left and right, and finally grab her hands so hard to pull her away. Then I see her gasping and staring at me with a pair of angry eyes.

She breaks away from me and slap me to my face. I try to sidestep. But I feel a little guilty and slow down. She hits me on the shoulder. Jojo is staring at me, biting her teeth. Then she leans her waist over, points at my nose and scolding, ”Chen Yang, you bastard with no conscience! Where on earth have you been to?! For so long we almost thought you were dead! We cried for you so long time! You're so damn good! You're living so well in North America and never get in touch with your family. What do you think all of us?”

The more she's talking, the more raging she is, the more shaking she can not restrain. She continues to raise her hand to hit me. This time I do not resist, let her bump and scratch and screw on my body. I just bear the pain and looking at her.

Sophie behind me is stunned. She probably hasn't seen Jojo like this before, has she? She is startled and completely dull. Actually, when Jojo gets angry, it's even not ridiculous to use the knife!

Fortunately, she is finally tired, and finally grabbing me by the shoulder and gasping for breath. Her eyes are turning red, and tears are running down from her face. Her voice is markedly depressed, with a sobbing tone:

”We really thought you were dead! How could you be like that?”

I look at Jojo in dismay. She's one of my best friends in life, who used to laugh with me, to drink with me, to sing with me, and to spend youth and play with me.

I don't know how many words I have gathered in my heart, but they all stuck in my throat. I just can't say a word. Finally, with all my efforts, I can barely squeeze out one single word:

”Sorry!”

Jojo also stops talking. She's looking at me straight, and suddenly takes a deep breath, then looking at me fiercely, as if looking at a lamb to be slaughtered: ”Boy! Now that you've been found, you don't want to slip away any more! You'll tell me the whole story honestly in a minute! If you dare to say no... Hum...”

Looking at Jojo's high-spirited look is like us hanging out in old time. Even though I have recently exercised my nerves very strongly, I still can't help feeling like a flood in my heart is going to break through the gate and spread into my eyes.

I quickly conceal a smile, smooth my eyes and squeeze out a smile.

”Jojo!” Sophie calls hesitantly. Who knows that Jojo just glances at her with the corners of eyes, but then ignore her.

The man behind Jojo is smiling at me. He's Winson Lee. The man who has always been graceful still has the calm smile on his face, as if everything is under control. Although I caught a glimmer of surprise in his eyes when he first saw me, but he is the first to calm down in the room, and then he has that almost invariable faint smile on his face again.

He is still that handsome, but his momentum is more steady and calm.

We look at each other, he comes up and shakes hands with me. ”Hello, I didn't expect to meet you here.”

Then he let go of my hand, comes to Sophie and kiss her hand: ”Your Highness, it's good to see you, you are still beautiful as ever!”

The smile on Sophie's face is reluctant. She is absent-minded and polite to Winson. Most of her attention has obviously been focused on Jojo and me. In her eyes, with grief, surprise, sadness and gloom.

We sit down together and dinner is served soon. Winson introduces that this restaurant is his family business. I give him a few compliments. Then the topic is immediately shifted by Jojo.

Sophie obviously wants to join the topic too, but Jojo doesn't give her a chance at all. On two occasions when Jojo is asking me questions, Sophie's interruption makes her look impatient without hiding it. This surprises me!

Who is Jojo? Super invincible male sex wolf! Sophie, regardless of her personality, is absolutely superb in her appearance. According to my understanding of Jojo, when confronted with such excellent beauty, the motto of this female sex wolf has always been would rather kill wrong, but never let go!

But now it's obvious that Sophie is showing her love to Jojo, but Jojo is out of the ordinary. She doesn't even pay attention to Sophie.

I really did not know that the one Sophie has been always missing, unexpectedly is Jojo!

So at the moment we are all in doubt, but in this closure. It's not very convenient to talk about it.

Sophie sees Jojo ignore her, suddenly changes her strategy! Jealous women are blind! She takes the strategy she has prepared for tonight: to take me as a breakthrough!

My original role tonight is a foil. My task is to play Sophie's companion. We play a show of love each other very much so that she may maintain her dignity and show that ”Without you, I'm stil good!” Unfortunately, this strategy has gone bankrupt. Just because Sophie's ”old love” is Jojo...

Sophie puts her body close to me quietly, and finally hangs half of her body on my shoulder, deliberately showing sweet with me. She also coquettes me, saying that she does not know how to use chopsticks, I need to teach her by hand. Then, like a curious little girl, she asks me in an innocent tone about why I know Jojo.

Jojo's words have been interrupted three times, and I see her eye corner's muscles have begun to beat. The fire has been slightly appearing in her eyes. With what I know about this woman, she's quite upset now!

Finally, Jojo is suddenly squeezing a sweet smile from her face and looking at Sophie. Her exceedingly fascinating and charming appearance immediately makes people eyes shinning:

”Oh, Sophie, you really look more radiant than when I last saw you!” Jojo's eyes seem to be full of affection. Only I can see that her eyes are disguised. This is one of her unique tricks to capture prey.

”... Jo...” Sure enough, Sophie is a little touched and says softly, ”Of course I haven't forgotten... I've never forgotten everything about you... I...”

”Really?” The smile on Jojo's face is more brilliant: ”So... Do you remember what we said that night?”

Sophie's face immediately shows a drunken look: ”Oh! Dear... Of course I remember... It was a wonderful night...”

Hearing this, not only me, but also Winson's face are all showing some ambiguous reverie.

”A wonderful night,” even a fool can guess what it means.

Sophie, with deep affection, blue eyes staring at Jojo, says, ”That's the witness of our love! I will never forget it! ”

”The moonlight of the lotus pond floats. Jojo is hugging Sophie's waist. Sophie is put aside her legs…”

Sophie speaks in a deep and affectionate tone, with an infinite look of affection on her face.

I'm lifting my glass and drinking water, just can't resist it, and a mouthful of water is coming out. In a scream, it's completely sprayed on Sophie's skirt. And Winson, who's sitting opposite me, the chopsticks on his hand fall to the ground too.

Sophie immediately gives me an angry look: ”Chen Yang, you are so rude!” Then she gets up angrily and rushing to the bathroom.

I'm awkward, wiping my mouth and looking at Jojo.

”You…”

”What?!” Jojo is smiling maliciously.

Winson reluctantly curtailed his surprise expression and says slowly, ”Jojo, I think you've gone too far in playing Sophie like that.”

Jojo pouts her lips and flies her arrogance at Winson, erecting a slender finger, the middle finger.

”Shut up, sissy.”

Winson gives back a bitter laugh and sighs.

I hesitate for a moment: ”Jojo. Are there any contradictions between you and Sophie?”

”What?” Jojo raises her eyebrows.

”I mean, haven't you always been considerate to beautiful women? Why do you only seem hostile to her?” I'm a little embarrassed. Actually, I don't think Sophie is a bad person apart from the idea of sex.