He hung up the phone with a frown, and made another call back to Fu's house.

The servant of the Fu Mansion told him that she had not returned.

Fu Simo looked at the phone with a deep face, the hand holding the phone couldn't help but tighten, and after a while, he dialed Kang Rongwei's phone.

"Ah Kang, check if Tang Qingcheng has any good friends. ”

……

Tang Qingcheng drank a lot of wine, her head was a little dizzy, and when the phone rang, she picked it up and took a look, and was about to press it off, but accidentally pressed the answer button.

A man's deep voice came from the other end of the phone, "Tang Qingcheng, where is you?"

She was silent for a few seconds, "I...... I'm out with my friends, is there anything wrong with Mr. Fu?"

"Where are you?"

Tang Qingcheng listened to the commanding question of the man on the other side of the microphone, and the stuffy feeling in his heart surged up again, "If it's okay, I'll hang up first, I still have something to do." ”

"Don ......"

Without waiting for Fu Simo to say anything more, she had already cut off the phone.

The sound of disconnection came, and Fu Simo's face in the car became more and more gloomy.

She's getting bolder now.

Tang Qingcheng was dragged to the dance floor by Cheng Ya, she stood in the crowd, looking a little uncomfortable, she rarely came to the bar, let alone danced in the bar.

"Chengya, I'...... Or go back and sit and have a drink......" she muttered.

Wen Chengya pulled her and pouted, "Qingcheng, although I don't know who the man who annoys you is, but since you are so unhappy, you have to vent the emotions in your heart." ”

Tang Qingcheng looked at Wen Chengya, was silent for a moment, and then nodded.

She and Wen Chengya couldn't dance, and they were a little clumsy compared to the skilled people on the dance floor, and they didn't care about that.

……

Fu Simo drove to the bar, looking at the lively and brightly lit bar, his face became more and more gloomy.

He walked briskly towards the bar.

The bar was full of people, Fu Simo walked inside step by step, and suddenly, he saw the small figure in the middle of the dance floor.

She writhes lightly with the music, without superfluous deliberate movements, and even a little clumsy, but her appearance will make people's eyes unconsciously attracted to the past.

He came back to his senses, and his face suddenly sank a little.

He saw that the two men beside Tang Qingcheng leaned towards her intentionally or unintentionally, and one of them even took the initiative to come forward and talk to her.

"Beauty, how lonely it is to dance alone, why don't I accompany you?"

Tang Qingcheng looked at the man in front of her, her eyebrows twisted slightly, she moved a position to the side, ignoring the man.

Seeing this, the man not only did not leave, but came up even more, "Beauty, don't be so indifferent, I don't think you should come to the bar often, why don't I teach you ......" The man's hand was about to take advantage of the situation to put on Tang Qingcheng's shoulder.

She was about to dodge, when suddenly, a large hand was placed on the man's hand, and she listened, "Ahhh

A violent scream!

The man immediately knelt down.

Tang Qingcheng's eyes widened, and he looked at the man who appeared in front of him in surprise.

Fu ...... Fu Simo ......"

She was in a trance, and at one point thought it was a hallucination of being drunk, until there was more force on her wrist, and the whole person was dragged over.

Fu Simo pulled her past the crowd and walked to an empty box, and locked the door with a click.

In the next moment, the originally dark room lit up.

She subconsciously squinted her eyes, and when she opened them again, she met the man's inky eyes.