The Guy I Went to Flirt with That Night Actually Asked Me to Call Him Uncle.

On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, Ruan Jiaojiao put on heavy cat-eye makeup that even her own mother could not recognize, and bravely flirted with a man in the top private club in Hong Kong City. The man was wearing air-conditioning, spinning agarwood beads, and his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were as dark as a frozen pool on a winter night. He pinched her wrist and said - "Playing with fire will cause you to get burned." Then she asked the bodyguard to throw her out the back door. Two days later, she was wearing a white princess dress and walking down the spiral staircase holding her brother's hand. Her brother pointed at the familiar figure in the center of the banquet hall that made her blood flow and said: "Call someone, he is your Uncle Fu." Ruan Jiaojiao almost tore the hem of her skirt on the spot. Later, her brother went on a business trip and entrusted her to Uncle Fu, who was "a bit cold but very reliable". On the first day I moved into his house, he told me three rules. Before he finished the third sentence, he pinned the hair away from her ears, brushed his fingertips across her earlobes, and whispered—— "Be good." Ruan Jiaojiao felt that she was finished. Completely finished.