As one of the most chaotic bars in Summer City, Night occupies a pretty good location.

Independent small building, a three-storey commercial block, an inconspicuous gray area, a devil's paradise at night, and a petty bourgeois paradise during the day.

As the agent of the night, Lu Xingyun's favorite thing to do is to pretend to be forced and build the glass flower room on the roof of the building extremely exquisitely.

He leaned back in the recliner, his hands folded in front of him, and squinted at the man across the stone table, "Guess who's coming?" ”

The flower room is built with a special wooden frame, and the pale yellow seven miles of incense climbs up, entangled with the vines of roses, allowing only small fragments of light and shadow to pass through.

The room is mottled.

Qin Xie Yi put the teacup on the table, raised his eyes, and saw the little girl who pushed open the door and appeared on the roof.

White clothes, black pants, small white shoes, red lips and white teeth.

When walking through the sun, it looks like a full, warm elf.

Laugh at.

That is, it just looks like it.

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Yuan Ruan was stunned for a moment.

The boss of the night is surnamed Lu, not Qin.

But she would actually see Qin Xie Yi here.

She hesitated until another man got up from the recliner and waved at her.

She approached in two or three steps, and the pollen in the flower room was so fragrant that people were drunk, and when she opened her mouth, Boss Lu was stuck in her throat-

"Ahh - Excuse me! ”

"Yuan Ruan?" Lu Xingyun waved his hand to show that he didn't care, glanced at Yuan Ruan up and down, his eyes stopped for a moment on Mr. Bodyguard behind Yuan Ruan, and he withdrew without a trace, but a hint of banter flashed in his eyes, "I have admired the name for a long time, come and please sit down." I'm the boss of the night, Lu Xingyun. ”

I have admired the daimyo for a long time.

It's a magical word.

Yuan Ruan glanced at Lu Xingyun and Qin Xieyi, these two were probably talking about things.

She probably didn't come at the right time.

With a dry laugh, he was about to leave a contact information with Lu Xingyun when he was free to contact, but he saw that Qin Xie Yi had already raised his hand and added a cup of black tea to her.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the stool for her.

Yuan Nguyen: ······

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Lu Xingyun's gaze turned back and forth between the two, and he suddenly realized, "It turns out that Mr. Qin hasn't caught up with the beauty yet." ”

In a flash of light, Yuan Ruan remembered her business marriage with Qin Xieyi.

"Working on it." Qin Xie Yi said casually.

Yuan Ruan immediately sat down on the stool, as well-behaved as a little daughter-in-law.

I don't know why, the two are obviously a little far away, but those four words seem to be next to her ears, so that she has no doubt that if she hesitates for two seconds, the little positive impression she just pulled will be marked with negative marks immediately.

"I don't know what happened when Miss Yuan came to me?"

Yuan Ruan nodded to Qin Xie Yi to say hello, and immediately turned to Lu Xingyun and said his demand: "I-"

It's stuck.

Forget about strangers, let her talk about the ugly things of that day in front of Qin Xieyi, it's a little, it's hard to talk about.

Although Qin Xie Yi saved himself, he must have known the events of that day clearly.

But it's one thing to know by heart, and it's another thing to say it.

Yuan Nguyen took a deep breath, "I-I hope the boss can provide a video of the early morning of September 7th, well, that thing is a little bit important to me." ”

"September 7th." Lu Xingyun touched his chin, "Hmm, let me think about it." ”

He leaned back in his chair and looked at the two of them.

Yuan Ruan looked at himself, his eyes were a little nervous and apprehensive, his face was calm, but the tips of his ears were completely red.

Interesting.

Qin Xie Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and his gaze fell on the teacup in front of Yuan Ruan's table.

The black tea water is clear, the white porcelain of the teacup is delicate, and the subtle heat wafts up, dissipating in the air less than two inches.

Interesting and interesting.

The smile on Lu Xingyun's face deepened, he slapped his face, and straightened up, "I remembered, No. 7, right?" ”

"Yes."

He looked regretful and spread his hands: "Although I also want to help Miss Yuan, it's a pity." No way. ”