I won the rich and handsome in the bar and became my husband

I want to be rich.

I'm leaving this home.

I've always had this idea for me, my parents divorced since I was a child, my mother remarried and went to Beijing, she hasn't come back for a few years, and for me she has no news.

My name is Lin Xiaohan, I am 20 years old this year, after my parents divorced, the family has ceased to exist for me. My dad married me a stepmother, a very fat but rich woman, and brought with me a younger brother who was a year younger, a chubby bad boy.

Admitted to the university in Shanghai, I finally left my hometown as I wished, since then I have not asked for a penny with my family, I found a lot of part-time jobs, just to earn money, with money I can stay in Shanghai.

In my sophomore year, the first time I went to a bar with my roommate, I met Li Kun.

At that time, he was about thirty years old, wearing a very expensive suit, about one meter and eight meters tall, and his figure knew that he often worked out at a glance, and he looked very handsome.

The most important thing is that he was rich and drove a Bentley.

We walked into the bar, and I saw him sitting there alone in the distance, and I quickly noticed him, and my roommate who was with me reminded me: "That handsome tall man must be very sought-after."

The next thing I noticed was that he had been sitting there alone, watching the people on the dance floor writhing there, and he was there alone drinking whiskey, sometimes brushing his phone a few times.

A few young girls went to talk to him, and some people took out their mobile phones to add his WeChat, but he refused.

I was secretly happy in my heart, thinking that tonight, maybe he was destined to be mine.

That day I stepped on black strappy high heels, wore a necklace around my neck, and painted a more glamorous makeup, which was the most daring outfit I had ever worn since I was in college.

A handsome man in a suit and leather shoes, no bungee, no girl company, a person to come to the noisy bar, there must be something unpleasant, perhaps emotional frustration.

I walked over, sat down next to him, and said, "Can you have a drink together?" He was stunned and looked at me, but did not speak.

But I couldn't help but say, I picked up the glass and drank it all up, because I drank too fast, a few drops of wine slipped from the corners of my mouth, and I rubbed the back of my hand.

He took the wine glass from his hand and drank it all. He never spoke, but he stared at me silently. I put down my glass with my lip prints on it, turned around and went dancing on the dance floor with my roommate.

I deliberately didn't look at him while we were dancing on the dance floor, and my roommate told me that the man had watched you several times.

After a while of dancing, I went back to the booth again, drank several glasses of wine, and drunk myself, and went to my booth again.

"I made a bet with my girlfriend to let me hold you"

Before he could answer, I fell directly into his arms with a little drunkenness, and I curled up in his arms, and after a few seconds I slowly stood up and said, "Thank you."

I glanced at him with my eyes, and I saw the smile on his face, in the dim light, setting off his particular handsomeness.

He suddenly said, "Little sister, do you like me?" I said, "Whoever likes you, you're not the type I like"

"Then why are you flirting with me?" Don't you look at me handsome? ”

I gave him a blank look, I like the Bentley you drove, then you still admit to touching me?

I was choked up.

I suddenly felt depressed, as if someone had revealed the bottom. In fact, I always knew what I was doing, but I was just poked, and yes, I wanted to find a rich man, stay in Shanghai, and not go back to the home that could not accommodate me.

Since my father and stepmother got married, my brother's shoes and clothes were brand-name, often thousands of dollars, I hadn't bought a new set of clothes for several years, and I would be scolded if I spent a little money.

When I was admitted to Shanghai and escaped from this home without warmth, that was the time when I was motivated to study.

When I arrived in Shanghai, I saw high-rise buildings, luxury cars, and the well-dressed girls in luxury cars.

I seem to have found the direction of life, I want to become them, I want to stay.

I told my roommate that I was tired and wanted to go back alone early, and my roommate said, "Now that the dormitory should be closed, let's spend the night together."

I said it was too noisy inside, and I walked out of the bar alone.

It was cold on the street, and I was holding my shoulders and trying to find a small shop to rest, but I didn't know where to go. He walked aimlessly down the cold street.

Suddenly, a car drove up to me, walking parallel to me, and I was startled, the window rolled down, and the man stuck his head out: "Or do you want to have a supper together."

I ignored him and instead sped up, and his car sped up with me.

"Today is my bad, talking a little too much, I apologize to you"

He suddenly laughed, and I stopped and asked him what he was laughing at?

"The girls who asked me for WeChat tonight are far worse than you, you are the most beautiful"

Being praised for being beautiful by a strange man, my mood eased, what to eat?

Wontons, the best wontons in Shanghai, I'll take you there, get in the car, right?

After eating the ravioli back in the car, I was sleepy, asleep on his shoulder, confused, and I heard him call for a substitute driver.

When I woke up the car had driven into a luxurious neighborhood, that night, the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window was beautiful, he asked me if I wanted to drink again, this time I really drank a lot, we played a pillow war all over the house, the things in the pillows poured out, the whole house drifted, like snow.

Suddenly he hugged me and kissed me, and suddenly felt the embrace very warm, in a strange city.

I thought to myself if tomorrow he was serious.

I still like this man.

The next morning, the sun was shining into the room, and we woke up, and I asked him, "Do I often take girls home like this?" ”

He looked at me without answering, but said, "I like you."

Since there was a class in the morning, he drove me to the school gate.

I didn't contact him for days, thinking maybe he was just playing.

At night, I lay in bed, thinking back to the events of that day, and he sent a WeChat message: "Do you like me?" ”

I didn't know what to answer for a moment.

"Whether you like me or not, I like you"

For a few years in college, I had this kind of casual relationship with him, going to his house on weekends, but I never went to a bar again.

After college, he proposed to me, and I agreed, my only relationship.

It turns out that you can also meet true love in the bar.......