Fu Qingqing glanced at Song Zhichao, and saw that the other party was wearing a chic suit, his body looked extraordinarily slender, his teeth were full and his smile was very sexy, his forehead was broad, his hair was thick and soft, and he had a very strange but handsome hairstyle, which was a little elegant in his toughness, and his eyes flashed, looking deep and mysterious.

Song Zhichao also looked at each other, this is a very beautiful woman, in terms of figure and appearance, no matter what era she is placed in, she is the best beauty. It's that her expression is too cold, cold as ice, which washes away the natural softness of women, but has a little more noble desire for men to conquer, to be precise, she is the typical "iceberg beauty".

Generally speaking, as long as it is a man, when he sees such a beautiful woman as Fu Qingqing, most of them know the color and soul, and they can't take a step. Especially those mainland men who have never seen the world, they can't see this kind of otherworldly Xiangjiang beauty, they feel more beautiful than those big stars on TV, just a glance at the other party, they will be ashamed of themselves, they feel that the other party is a fairy from the world, and they are the mud and shit piled on the ground, and they are inferiority complex in appearance and heart.

Even a man as good as Mark, under the pressure of Fu Qingqing's powerful aura, occasionally shows a look of helplessness and self-shame, so Fu Qingqing believes that the mainland boy named Song Zhichao in front of him must not dare to make eye contact with him, and even if he looks at each other, he will quickly dodge and be defeated.

But---

She was wrong.

Song Zhichao stared at her with a smile, his eyes did not have the slightest intention of dodging, on the contrary, there was a hint of playfulness. The meaning of this playfulness is obvious, it is like admiring a work of art and grading it, passing or failing.

Song Zhichao elegantly held the red wine glass and handed it to Fu Qingqing, his eyes swept over her face, her collarbone, her breasts, and then her small waist...... It's so unscrupulous, so arrogant.

Fu Qingqing picked the corners of her eyes, her breathing began to become short, her eyes began to become sharp, she snatched the wine glass that Song Zhichao handed to her, and couldn't help but say, with a bang, and splashed directly at the other party.

Song Zhichao was already alert when she stirred up the corner of her eye, so the moment Fu Qingqing raised his wine glass and spilled the red wine, he just moved his steps very casually and dodged to the left, and then the red wine slammed and splashed on the face of an unlucky guy behind him.

The fat man Zhou Dafu didn't know what kind of trouble this was, so he came to report to Miss Fu in a hurry, saying that the wonderful dance program was about to start, but he didn't expect to be splashed with red wine before he arrived in front of him.

At this time, Zhou Dafu was stunned in place like a puppet, and the red wine trickled down his chubby face, not to mention how embarrassed he looked.

"Head Zhou, are you still stunned? Why don't you hurry up and thank Miss Fu, this wine is a red wine from 82 years, and a glass of wine is worth your salary for several months!" Song Zhichao greeted the stunned Zhou Dafudao.

Chow Tai Fook is also an old man, as soon as he heard this, he immediately woke up, wiped a handful of wine on his face, stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, bloomed a bright smile like a sunflower, and said: "It's really good wine! Zhou Dafu thanked Miss Fu for giving him wine, don't drink it, don't waste it!" After speaking, he deliberately licked his fingers.

At this time, Song Zhichao already understood why the other party was angry. There is no way, in his previous life, Song Zhichao often frequented those high-end clubs, all kinds of top beauties at home and abroad, and even female stars lined up in several rows like auction items, let him choose, come and go, his eyes on women are a little unscrupulous, unobstructed...... A woman like Fu Qingqing, who was of noble birth and arrogant in her bones, could not stand his eyes.

Knowing this, Song Zhichao tightened his eyes a little, and said with a smile at Zhou Dafu: "Head Zhou, I don't know if you came over for something?"

Zhou Dafu hurriedly said: "I'll tell Miss Fu that the following dance program is about to start, please pay attention to it." ”

"If you have a heart, I thank you on behalf of Miss Fu. Song Zhichao didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, then turned to Fu Qingqing and said: "The show is still starting, it's better to drink again and enjoy singing and dancing." After finishing speaking, he picked up the red wine again and poured a glass of it as if nothing happened, held it up, and handed it to Fu Qingqing.

Next to him, Master Su saw everything clearly, and he had to admire the strength of the young man in front of him, who was splashed with wine by the eldest lady, and he was so embarrassed.

Fu Qingqiong's nose snorted slightly, his expression was indifferent, and he looked like he was not approaching.

Pouring wine will not be done a second time according to her identity, but she will not easily pick up the red wine handed over by Song Zhichao--- she hates this young man who is respectful on the surface but is actually unruly.

Song Zhichao saw that she didn't answer, so he smiled slightly, didn't mind her reaction, and directly put the wine glass in front of her, and then said to Zhou Dafuyi: "Let the dance begin!"

Zhou Dafu nodded and hurried.

Song Zhichao turned his head, took out the cigarette case from his arms, knocked it on his hand at random, and knocked out a cigarette---

Master Su thought that he was going to give him the cigarette, and was thinking about accepting it, but he didn't expect Song Zhichao to say to him: "Is there a fire?

Where has Master Su seen this kind of person, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Song Zhichao stared at him again and asked with a smile: "Is there a fire?"

Next to her, the foreman Zeng Xiaohong touched the match in her pocket, and just wanted to take the initiative to stand up, but was secretly pulled by the supervisor Wang Xiaofeng and gave her a look.

Master Su was full of anger and wanted to refuse, but when he opened his mouth, it became: "Well, there is ---"

Master Su really wanted to slap his face, he was so angry, how could he answer like this.

But by this time he had already taken out the lighter he was carrying, and with a snap, he skillfully lit it---

Song Zhichao leaned over, lit his cigarette on the lighter, and then patted the back of Master Su's hand with his hand, and said, "I have a heart!" to express his gratitude.

Master Su looked stupid, and he didn't understand how he could make a god do this, as if everything just now was not under his control.

He looked at Song Zhichao, and then at Miss Fu, his heart was full of self-blame and grievances.

"Miss, I'm ......" Master Su wanted to explain, but Fu Qingqing didn't look at him, his voice was like a yellow bird's soft cry, but his tone was cold and ruthless: "Shut up, if you have anything to say, let's watch the show now." ”

Master Su shut up, held back the anger in his stomach, glared at Song Zhichao, and sat down angrily.

Song Zhichao laughed in his heart, a subordinate is a subordinate, he never knows how to refuse, and he is also habitually skilled in helping to light cigarettes.

Song Zhichao pretended not to see the "complaining" eyes of his master Sun, casually pulled out a chair from his side and sat down, leaned over in a comfortable posture, crossed his legs, and enthusiastically said to the two: "This show is good, Hong Kong has to watch it!" After speaking, he took a puff of cigarette, "Some watch it, some eat it, rest assured and wide, this is Pan Yu, not Hong Kong!"

A pun on a long meaning.