Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 462 - 142: Dilraba Dilmurat: The Melons Are Sweet at the Frontier, but the People Are Sweeter

Chapter 462: Chapter 142: Dilraba Dilmurat: The Melons Are Sweet at the Frontier, but the People Are Sweeter

He recently had the idea of filming short dramas.

However, he was always hesitant because of the bad reputation of short dramas, which are considered tacky and cheesy.

If Sun Dasheng knew he thought this way,

he would definitely spit in his face.

The movies your Happy Family make are as amateurish as short dramas.

They might not even be as good as some short dramas.

After the show.

Everyone went their separate ways.

Sun Dasheng got into Tian Xiwei’s car.

Departing under the suggestive gazes of the crowd.

But they are used to it, so what if celebrities serve their sugar daddies?

It’s just an industry rule.

Hotel.

Tian Xiwei’s little assistant quietly slipped away.

She followed him into Sun Dasheng’s presidential suite.

As soon as she entered, she said enviously, "As expected from a rich man, no matter where you go, you start with a presidential suite. It’s lucky there isn’t a higher level, otherwise, this presidential suite might not even catch your eye."

Sun Dasheng opened his arms and smiled, watching her help him undress, "Why do I smell something sour? Did someone spill the vinegar jar?"

"Hmph! There’s something wrong with your nose, I didn’t spill any vinegar!" Tian Xiwei gave his chest a playful slap.

But finding it firm and bouncy, she couldn’t resist caressing it.

"How do you keep your skin so nice? I’m jealous as a woman."

"Really?" Sun Dasheng pulled the clothes off her shoulders, revealing her chest muscles, and said with a squeeze, "Yours aren’t bad either, huh?"

Tian Xiwei winced a few times in pain, and then said, "You’re so annoying, be gentler, you’re hurting me."

And with that, she went to hug him.

But Sun Dasheng stopped her.

She looked at him in surprise, not understanding why he did that.

Could it be... he doesn’t like me anymore?

Just as she was sinking into wild thoughts, he spoke up, "Did you forget what you said before?"

"What did I say?" Tian Xiwei’s expression seemed genuine.

As if she really had forgotten.

The result was a flick on her forehead.

"Ouch, why did you hit me?" Tian Xiwei winced in pain.

Sun Dasheng bent down and whispered a few words in her ear.

Her face turned bright red.

She finally remembered what she had said before.

She stammered, "Can it be next time?"

"What do you think?"

With one phone call.

The props were quickly delivered.

This is the good thing about a presidential suite, whatever the guests want.

They can get it for you very quickly.

That’s right, today Sun Dasheng was planning to have some fun.

Engage in a little cosplay.

Tian Xiwei’s character was a home tutor with big black-framed glasses.

While Sun Dasheng played a mischievous, troublemaking student who doesn’t like to study.

As for the tutoring session, it was naturally a proper lesson on physical health education.

"Teacher, why are the secondary sexual characteristics of women different from those of men?"

"..."

"Teacher, since you won’t say, can you show me what’s different?"

The sound of clothes being shuffled off.

"Teacher, why are your breasts so big, are they for feeding babies?"

"..."

"Teacher, why do you have so many birthmarks?"

"..."

Apparently.

This home tutor wasn’t very competent.

Many questions couldn’t be answered.

As a student, Sun Dasheng had to take the initiative to learn by himself.

After all, as they say, ’Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles.’

Though there weren’t thousands of miles on the teacher’s body, there were at least a few thousand.

That night, Sun Xiaosheng was quite exhausted from his journey.

Next morning.

Tian Xiwei went to record the show early in the morning.

Having finished his boring breakfast,

he planned to go for a stroll.

But just as he left the door, he received an invitation from Mr He.

Asking him to come and hang out at the station.

He got excited right away.

The elders at home really used to love watching programs on the TV station nicknamed "toilet channel".

He watched quite a few with them.

So, he was a bit curious about the real-life recording of a show.

He wanted to see what it’s really like to record a program.

When he arrived at the broadcasting entrance, Mr. He unexpectedly came to greet him personally.

This made him a bit flustered.

After all, a big host like him, at least for now, doesn’t have any favor to ask from him.

To receive such warm hospitality was unexpected.

No wonder they say his connections are good.

If he treats everyone like this, how could his connections not be good?

The mysterious veil of the broadcasting building, layer by layer, was lifted as he walked through it.

Mr. He smiled and asked, "Does it feel as expected?"

"Not at all, you’re joking." Sun Dasheng replied politely.

But the actual situation was, it was an old building built over thirty years ago.

The design may have been novel then.

But looking at it now, there’s indeed nothing surprising about it.

That’s how it looks on the outside, and inside, the feeling is even more direct.

Everywhere embodies the words "plain and ordinary".

It’s not the playful "plain and ordinary" joke by Gu Tianle, but genuinely plain and ordinary.

After touring part of the broadcasting building, a staff member called Mr. He over.

He apologized, "There’s an issue with the program recording, I need to check it out."

"Go ahead, it’s fine, I’ll just take a stroll around here." Sun Dasheng didn’t mind.

But he insisted, taking Sun Dasheng to his own lounge, "You can rest here for a bit, don’t worry, this is my break room, there are no cameras, it’s very private, make yourself at home."

"Okay, just as well, I’m a bit tired from the walk, I’ll rest here for a while."

That was a polite statement too, as if he’d actually be tired from the stroll.

But the truth was that he just had an unexpected situation, so he had to say that to reassure him.

Sun Dasheng glanced around the small single room, compact yet fully equipped with everything he needed.

He turned on the TV, watching boringly for a while.

There was a knock on the door.

He went to open it.

Before anyone came in, he heard the other party’s voice, "Sorry to disturb you, Mr. He!"

Once the person came in, she was dumbfounded to see someone other than Mr. He.

Sun Dasheng smiled at her, "What? Don’t recognize me so soon?"

Turns out it was an "old acquaintance", Dilraba Dilmurat.

"Uh... why are you in Mr. He’s room?"

"Close the door and have a seat." Sun Dasheng acted as if he were the host, inviting her to sit.

"Tea or coffee?" he asked.

"Coffee, please, I’m a bit tired from the program recording." Dilraba replied casually.

"Aren’t you recording Mr. He’s show?" Sun Dasheng handed over the coffee, asking.

She took the coffee, sipped it, and said with pursed lips, "No, I’m recording a different program."

"Oh." Sun Dasheng didn’t quite understand, and didn’t ask more.

The room suddenly became quiet.

"Why didn’t you call me last night?" Dilraba suddenly asked.

Oh, remembering the business card she handed him yesterday.

Sun Dasheng chuckled awkwardly, "Last night, wasn’t it already past midnight when we finished dinner? You were there too, I just went to sleep when I got home, how could I have had time to call? Weren’t you tired?"

With a half-mocking, half-smiling look, Dilraba suddenly brought up another matter, "Today, during the program recording, Tian Xiwei almost fell asleep several times, what was she up to last night? Stealing chickens?"

She put emphasis on the word "chickens".

As she said it, her eyes drifted downward a bit.

Sun Dasheng completely understood what she implied.

But on the surface, he pretended not to know and laughed along, "Who knows, young people these days are night owls, probably staying up late playing on their phones."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dilraba put down her coffee and sat on his lap.

He widened his eyes, full of questions.

"Don’t ask, don’t talk, just kiss me!"

Without further ado, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

Sun Dasheng stared at her with wide eyes.

Was this girl really so eager?

How could she be so bold and just pounce like that without any shyness?

This little scene felt like something out of a domineering CEO drama.

It gave Sun Dasheng goosebumps all over.

But her sweet and soft lips were so irresistible to him.

Really nice!

The taste is really nice!

Sweet and sugary.

Like Hami melons from Xinjiang, sweeter than those from Mainland China.

Could it be a geographical factor?

People and melons alike, just a bit sweeter?