"You—I'm not at the same table, what are you doing here?" Liu Buli seemed to be smiling but not smiling, a pun.

"I'm here to find Ruofei." Song Youcheng's smile was soft and harmless, "Don't mind lending Ruofei to me for a while!" ”

The words fell, and before Yi Ruofei could react, Song Youcheng had reached out to take her hand.

"I don't mind."

Liu Buli looked at him coldly, and quickly grasped the arm of Yi Ruofei's other hand.

Red wine swings out of the brim of the goblet.

Irofi was messy in the wind.

Two cold gazes collided in the air, and fire flew everywhere. Two people were fighting each other, and it was a battle between male animals. In an instant, the staggered and peaceful banquet hall was filled with gunsmoke.

Irofi was dripping in cold sweat.

"Song Shao," she played round. "Don't you have my phone, can we talk about something on the phone?"

"Okay." Song Youcheng let go of Yi Ruofei's hand.

"Itsuke," Liu Buli raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "Didn't I tell you that some people have to keep their distance?"

Irofi contorted her face. "Yes, Mr. Liu."

The corners of Song Youcheng's mouth hooked up with a touch of disdain. "What else will our president do except put forward these unbelievable overlord clauses to the people around him?"

"You take care of yourself, always do something self-inflicted, wishful thinking, embarrass others, and be cheap, isn't it?"

Song Youcheng smiled elegantly. "I'd like to see who's the last one to have the last laugh."

Looking at Song Youcheng walking away, Liu Buli's fists clenched again.

Yi Ruofei patted her chest and sighed secretly that every time she met Song Youcheng, it was like experiencing a catastrophe, and she was in danger.

The Business Dinner is a social party held every six months by the top executives of the major companies in the Chamber of Commerce. Since the high-level executives brought their right-hand men, on the occasion of more men and fewer women, a beautiful woman like Yi Ruofei who dominated the audience soon became the object of the men in the audience.

Liu Buli's whole mind was on Song Jiangcai's father and son, and Yi Ruofei didn't get much help from him. Although she drank low-alcohol table wines such as red wine and white wine, it didn't take long for her to start feeling light and confused because she rarely drank alcohol. So, Liu Buli, who was in an irritable mood, took the opportunity to leave the dinner party with her in advance.

“…… Drunk? I'm not drunk...... Come...... I'll give you another drink......"

Liu Buli helped Yi Ruofei into the black BMW limousine when he came. In the flashing lights in the reporter's interview area, the black BMW slowly drove away from the hotel.

In the car, the driver looked at Miss Yi, who was full of wine and smirk in the rearview mirror, and asked uneasily: "Mr. Liu, are you sure to send Miss Yi back to the school dormitory first?" I see that she is so drunk that she can't go up the stairs and go back to the dormitory without help. ”

Liu Buli thought for a while, "Then go to me." ”

"Okay." The driver responds and makes a sharp and skillful turn on the fork in the road ahead to turn into another lane.

The banquet hall was still full of people and lively.

Song Jiangcai smiled and introduced his son who had just returned to China to the helmsmen of various enterprises. At this time, Song Youcheng's mobile phone rang.

"Your girlfriend is sleeping in Liu Buli's big bed right now."

Song Youcheng looked at this anonymous message, surprised and inexplicable. Because there are not many people who know his mobile phone number, and they are all people who know each other. But if someone really knew him, he wouldn't send him such a message, because he doesn't have a girlfriend yet.

Song Youcheng was putting away the phone and preparing to return to the dinner party, when the phone rang again. Glancing at the caller ID, Song Youcheng pressed the answer button with a bad feeling.

"Again, it's my ......" Lin Qingyan's excited voice came from the other end of the phone. You're still having a dinner party, aren't you? ”

"Well, yes. You are calling at this time, is there anything wrong? He asked tentatively.

"I'm ......" Lin Qingyan tried to pretend to be calm, but the tremor of her voice revealed her emotions at the moment. I just received an anonymous message saying that I took his special assistant to his house for the night, and I don't know if it's true. "For a long time, the outside world has been full of scandals between Liu Buli and female stars, but Lin Qingyan knows that those are fake. Until Yi Ruofei appeared, there was a rumor almost a day in just a few days, and Liu Buli became more and more indifferent to her, so that she really felt the threat brought by this woman.

Song Youcheng rushed out. "You also received anonymous messages like this?"

"So...... Is it true? Lin Qingyan collapsed instantly. No wonder I couldn't get through to him, it turned out ......"

"Qingyan, don't get excited!" Song Youcheng whispered to reassure: "It may be that the signal on the mountain road is not good." You know, sometimes we don't even get a signal from the garden. ”

"No," Lin Qingyan was confused. "I'm going to book a plane ticket, I'm coming back! I'm going to be right back. ”

"What about the costume design contest? You stayed in Paris for this competition, didn't you participate? Feed? Qingyan? Hey......"

Listening to the busy sound on the phone, Song Youcheng fell into a state of anxiety and anxiety.

What to do? If Liu Buli really had a relationship with Miss Yi, then Qingyan would ......

Song Youcheng didn't dare to think about it, so he suppressed the anxiety in his heart and called Chen Luxi.

"Hello? Again? Room manager Lucy Chen said in a surprised tone: "Aren't you supposed to be at the dinner party at this time?" How did you remember to call me? ”

Song Youcheng tried to stay calm. "Sister Lucy, I'm looking for you so urgently because I have something to ask for you!"

"Something to ask me?"

"Yes." Song Youcheng got straight to the point. "I just received an anonymous text message saying that you Mr. Liu took Ruofei to his residence for the night. You Mr. Liu drank a lot of wine tonight, and Ruofei was also very drunk, I'm worried that you Mr. Liu will be drunk and messy. So I hope you can help me go to Liu Buli's residence and bring Ruofei back. You know that Liu and I are inseparable, and if I come forward to pick up Ruofei, he will definitely not hand over Ruofei to me. ”

Lucy Chen's embarrassed tone: "But I am a younger brother again, I am a subordinate of Mr. Liu, and it is inconvenient for me to come forward!" ”

"You just said that Qingyan asked you to pick it up, and Qingyan just received such an anonymous text message. I was clamoring to book a plane ticket. ”

"It turned out to be for Qingyan......" Luxi Chen paused. Well, I'll give it a try. ”

Golflin Mid-Levels Villa area.

The black BMW RV stopped at the gate of the villa in Building 102. Without waiting for the driver to get out of the car for Liu Buli to leave the door, Liu Buli had already stepped out of the car. I saw that he then bent down and naturally hugged the drunk Yi Ruofei by the waist.

"You go back and rest, and I'll call you when there's something."

"Yes." The driver looked at the pair of talented and beautiful people, smiled, then sat back in the car and drove away.