Evil Awe-Inspiring - Chapter 161

Chapter 161: You ask for it (2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

Sophie is staring at me with an unfriendly look: “Why are apologizing now? In my impression, you should be a man full of @&^%$#.”

 She speaks English very fast. I don’t quite understand the last few words, but looking at her expression, I don’t think they have good meanings. I’m stunned and thinking hard about the meanings of those words.

 The chill in her eyes is more severe: “Didn’t anyone tell you that you shouldn’t be distracted when talking to people?”

 “Sorry, I just can’t understand you very well. My English is poor.” I’m laughing bitterly and touching my nose.

 For a person who even has never been to college, my English is really too poor. Although I have been studying hard recently.

 “Male chauvinism!” Sophie is suddenly getting angry. She’s holding out a slender finger and putting it on my chest, saying coldly: “What I just said is that I think you’re a man full of the male chauvinism.” She repeats the words “male chauvinism” to make sure I may hear it clearly.

 I’m frowning: “I am not. I have great respect for women myself. It was just an accident that day.”

 Sophie just curls her lips.

 I’m a little impatient.

 Why should I coax this woman? Papa 8 asked me to apologize to her, to settle her down, and I’ve did it. If she’s still angry, I have no idea anymore.

 I’ve did what I should do. That’s all.

 “You are a very proud man.” Sophie looks at me and saying coldly, “You are very much like a person I know. You two are so similar, even when you are talking, your expressions are similar too. I hate that guy very much, so when I see you, I don’t like you either.”

 “That’s up to you.” I shrug my shoulders, “I don’t ask you to like me.” Then I take out my cigarette and decide not to talk with this woman anymore.

 “It’s better not to smoke around a lady. Don’t you know that?” Sophie is staring at me.

 “All right.” I nod and walk away a few steps away from her.

 “What are you doing?” She’s saying angrily.

 “Don’t smoke around a lady. So, I just walk away from you.”

 Sophie is stamping her feet angrily: “In your heart, is smoking more important than talking to me?”

 I’m amused. I hold my laugh and say in a serious tone: “Don’t worry, in the heart of any man, a beautiful woman like you is absolutely more important than a cigarette, including me of course.”

 What surprises me is Sophie don’t care about the tease in my words: “Well, then please stub out your cigarette.”

 I sigh and pinch the cigarette end.

 “Where are you from?”

 “Mainland.” I answer her simply.

 In fact, there is a technical problem. I don’t mean refuse to talk to her, but my English is too poor. I can understand around eighty percent while listening. But it’s much harder to say. Such a situation makes me seemingly seldom talk to her as if I’m unreasonable. Actually, I really don’t mean it.

 “Oh, from mainland! You are different with the other people from mainland.” Sophie’s tone is calmer, “I’ve met some. You are different from them. You are so arrogant. They seem more modest and much more like gentlemen than you.”

 Then she’s pointing to the people in the distance, including a man who looks around thirty years old.

 “That fellow is also from mainland. I know him well. He’s more gentleman than you are. He’s also not as rude as you are.” She is looking at me provocatively.

 I keep silence, do not speak anything.

 “Oh, I forgot. I talked to him. I asked him whether he was from mainland. He said he wasn’t. He is a Canadian, because he came to Canada when he was very young and has gotten the Maple Leaf card (Canada Permanent Resident Card). I talked to him about mainland, but he seemed reluctant to mention that topic. He is very polite to me, so much different from you!”

 Looking at that man in the distance, I feel a little upset. Then I’m staring at her and see the mockery in her eyes. A sudden thought in my heart give birth to an evil idea. I pretend to laugh lightly and say: “Oh, a good gentleman like him, we have a special honorary greeting saying for such a gentleman. Would you like to learn?”

 “Good!” Sophie’s eyes are lighting up.

 “Well.” I tell her solemnly, “In mainland, this kind of gentleman is generally respected as: ShaBi.”

 “Shabi?” Sophie is blinking her beautiful eyes, and repeating it several times.

 “Believe me, it’s an honorary title, and a gentleman like him will be happy to hear it.” I have a serious face.

 Just at that moment, the fellow suddenly sees us. I clearly see his eyes are shining and then he’s coming over.

 “Nice to meet you, Princess Sophie.” The man is looking at Sophie with a “gentleman’s” smile on his face. Then, out of courtesy, he’s looking at me and says, “I’m Mike Wong. You are?”

 “Chen Yang, I just came from mainland.”

 “Well…” A trace of indifference is flashing from his eyes.

 By this time, Sophie is looking at him, taking a deep breath, smiling gracefully on her face, and saying to him sincerely: “Hi Shabi! I’m happy to meet you too!”

 !@#$%%^&~

 The man’s face is suddenly turning pale. I’m really too hard to hold the laugh. His facing is paling immediately and slipping away as quick as poosible.

 “You shouldn’t fool me!” Sophie just comes back to her senses and staring at me angrily, “Don’t you dare to deceive me?!”

 Looking at her, I feel she looks really cute. Then I take a deep breath and put back my smile: “Well, I’m sorry! It’s just that for such a person, it’s really hard for me to have any sense of respect for him. What is the need to respect a guy who doesn’t even admit where he was born?”

 I’m still secretly happy that I just used Sophie to play with the man. I believe be scolded by Mr. Sorin’s daughter, that guy should not dare to do anything.

 Sophie is turning her blue eyes, and the angry expression on her face immediately converges: “Then you must show me your sincerity to apologize.”

 “OK, if you say so. How do I behave?” I say.

 She’s smiling: “What’s the real meaning of that word Shabi?”

 “…” I keep silent.

 There’s no way to explain.

 “I find that you still have some genius for pranks.” Sophie is laughing with a little sly. Then she’s peeking into the distance and says, “My father will be presiding over the opening speech of a charity foundation in the evening, it needs to wait for an hour. Would you like to go out with me?”

 I hesitate, but then Sophie is changing her tone: “You apologized to me today, but as a gentleman apologizes to a lady, shouldn’t you take it into an action?”

 I think for a moment. Anyway, I have nothing to do here at the moment. Besides, the task Papa 8 gave me is to have a friendly relationship with this highness princess. So, I just agree to go with her.

 Sophie seems hurry to leave. She’s almost dragging me all the way out the side door. At the same time, because her skirt is inconvenient to run, she’s just holding it in one hand. Watching such a beauty running with her skirt holding, long and white legs are shaking in front of me, such a scene really makes me feeling enjoy.

 “Why are you in such a hurry?” We’re rushing into the elevator all the way before I ask her.

 Sophie’s eyes are a little complicated, and she says: “Remember what I said to you just now, the way you confident really looks like a person I know. That person will be here in a minute. I hate that people very much, and I don’t want to meet that one.”

 I’m somewhat surprised: “You don’t like that one? He or she?”

 “Well, she.” Sophie is sighing. Her eyes are somewhat unnatural, “And like you, she’s black hair and yellow skin.”

 I’m laughing, purely from curiosity, asking casually: “Why do you hate her?”

 “Because…” Sophie is looking at me with a strange light in her eyes, “I asked her for love but she refused…”

 “You… You won’t be?” I’m opening my mouth and not able to speak anymore. Such a beautiful girl, if she’s a homosexual, aren’t men going to die of depression?

 Sophie raises her eyebrows and says: “You are really narrow about sex. I like both men and women, as long as they are exmobileent.”

 Damn!

 I’m sighing in my heart. She turns out to be bisexual.

 As soon as we get out of the elevator, several uniformed bodyguards are flashing across from both sides, but Sophie shakes her fingers at them calmly to let them go away. I see someone is immediately taking out the phone and dial. I’m feeling something wrong: “Your Highness, don’t you want to leave the hotel? I’m afraid I can’t…”

 “Quickly! Quickly! She’s coming!” Sophie is looking out in the distance. There are some black limousines are coming. It’s a four-car fleet, with Mercedes-Benz at the front and back, and an extended Lincoln in the middle.

 Looking at it, Sophie’s eyes are flashing the complicated looks. She’s whispering as if she’s talking to herself: “She… Hum! These gamblers are still like to be late.”

 I’m pulled by Sophie to go to the back of the hotel, accompanied by bodyguards all the way. But then they are all driven away by Sophie. I’ve actually pulled out the phone to call Papa 8 and Tiger, but strangely they don’t answer me.

 There is a separate parking room behind the hotel. Sophie is pushing a button and an electric door is opening slowly, revealing a black Maserati sports car!

 “Get in the car…” She’s looking at me and biting her lips, “If you can make me happy tonight, I can consider to forgive you. At the same time, I can also give you some help. Don’t think I don’t know! You apologize tonight was your Mr. Fang’s idea to ask you to do that, wasn’t it?”

 I listen her words and feel a little confuse. But then I see she’s suddenly bending down and tears her delicate Bohemian skirt off the hem! The original long skirt has been turned into a miniskirt! A pair of slender, straight and round thighs are appearing in front of me without any hindrance immediately.

 Sophie has pulled the cardoor and get in. Because her skirt is too short, when she’s getting into the car with her legs apart, I can vaguely see a bright color flashing between her legs.

 “Red underwear…” I’m mumbling.

 Sophie is sitting in the car, takes off her crystal heels and throws them behind the car. She’s looking at me with a charming smile on her face. At the same time, she unties her hair and spreading them. Her attactive eyes are staring at me: “Are you afraid? Why not get in the car?”

 Her eyes are full of unspeakable provocations!

 I don’t know what’s going on in my mind at that time, but I’m just jumping into the car. My vigorous movements prompt Sophie to whistle in a very unlady way. Then she starts the car.

 The excellent performance of Maserati sports car is shown in an instant! In the roar of the engine, our car is rushing out like a suddenly awakened monster!

 This woman is crazy!

 That’s the only feeling I’m having subconsciously!

 Originally, she seems to be a very elegant and noble young girl tonight. But now, she’s suddenly turning into a hot girl! A Super Spicy Girl!

 She’s driving the car like a knight is driving a monster and screaming excitedly. Her hair is blown up by the wind, sweeping my cheeks from time to time. In the midst of her screaming, the car is rushing into the street and then going away.

 Fast! The speed is really fast! I feel my body is almost tightly pressed on the seat and seeing the number on the dashboard soaring. Sophie, this girl looks like an angel, when starts driving just like a crazy racer. And she’s just driving in a desperate mess! I can’t remember how many red lights we’ve run along the way. The Maserati is like a flash of lightning racing down the street.

 We’re attracting a couple of policecars immediately! With the siren whistling, we are warned to stop later. But Sophie doesn’t care at all, just stepping on the accelerator, and several police cars are quickly thrown away.

 Fortunately, it’s the night and there’s not much traffic jams on the street. And as I can see, Sophie is not familiar with Vancouver’s road too. She’s just driving unconsciously, and soon we have dumped all the police cars behind us. I can see that we’re heading west all the way. I think we’ll be driving to the seaside soon.

 Without saying a word, Sophie is stepping on the accelerator crazily, raising the gear and screaming crazily. At last, she looks almost crazy and hysterical.

 Just then, I can see from afar that the Coastal Avenue in front of us. Sophie is suddenly slamming on the brake when she makes a sharp turn. The strong grip of the tire of Maserati’s running wheels immediately mark a soul-stirring black mark on the ground. It’s almost a ninety-degree turning point. The car is sweeping across the roadside and stops. The nearest maple tree is only ten centimeters away.

 I hear a crisp mobile phone ringing from Sophie’s body.

 Then I see a slight change in the expression on Sophie’s face. Suddenly, she’s raising her handto lift her skirt up. Her rounded, attractive thighs have a band with a small mobile phone on. This woman actually puts the phone in this place!

 But to think about her dress, there’s really no other place for her to put a phone with tonight.

 Sophie picks up her mobile phone and looking at the number. Her eyes are somewhat wrong. I can see a little helplessness, a little pain and a little bitterness in her beautiful blue eyes. She throws the mobile phone out and it directly falls into the sea.

 Then this Highness Princess is pulles off the safe belt suddenly, taking a look at me, and then throwing herself to me. Before I can respond, I feel the perfume smell in my nose. She is almost enthusiastic, her warm lips are clinging to my mouth, and her slippery tongue is stretching into my mouth.

 I feel like I’m losing my mind. But my remaining sense of reason is immediately sobering me. I grab her by the shoulder and pushing her away. But Sophie is pouncing again persistently and kissing me with her lips on my face.

 I push her away again, this time I put my hand against her, looking into her eyes, and whispering to her: “Can you tell me what happened? Why?”

 Sophie’s eyes are full of provocative smells. She’s raising her eyebrows, licking her lips lightly, and then staring at me with mockery and says: “What’s wrong? I don’t expect you to be so timid? Can’t you? Are you not a man?”

 I’m getting angry at once!

 Who am I?

 I’m told by a woman that I am not a man? Especially that woman is a super beauty!

 A fire is breaking out in my heart. I’m staring into her eyes and shouting fiercely: “Shut up, woman!” Then I push her down and my body is pressing her up unkindly.

I’m thinking angrily: What highness princess? She’s just a bitch! I little 5 will show you whether I am a man or not. You ask for it yourself.

 Sophie is giggling. Her eyes are dim, keeping moaning and gasping. Don’t know where she presses, the seats in the car is gradually flattening down.