He Yuying's face was full of dripping wine, and he didn't feel ashamed of being splashed by Qiao Yi.

But because of his words, he clenched his hands and pinched himself.

"Don't quibble, that glass of water has nothing to do with you."

Qiao Yi put down the wine glass and looked at He Yuying again: "Even if Yu Yanzheng went to room 8806 that night, no matter who you and Yu Ziqi are, if you take off and I am in front of him, he will not touch you." ”

He Yuying took out a napkin and paused slightly: "Qiao Shao said this, who will the four young people touch?" ”

Qiao Yi pushed the empty wine glass along the tabletop: "None of this has anything to do with you." ”

"He doesn't even bother to look at you more, as the manager of Huayao, he still wants face, if you know the measure, you don't want Xiao to think, you can't think of someone in your life."

He Yuying clenched the napkin in her hand: "Qiao Shao, I am a measured person. ”

Qiao Yi hooked his lips and stood up: "Really?" Next time, it's not me you're going to face. ”

"He, even more unlikely."

Qiao Yi walked up to He Yuying, passed by her, and stopped: "Just like Yu Ziqi, you can't make a wave at all in his eyes." ”

Under the dim light of Zero Drunk, He Yuying's palms were bloodshot.

Qiao Yi walked past her with a cold face and disdain.

He Yuying came out of zero drunk, and her mind was full of Yu Yanzheng's face that she never remembered, and immediately made a phone call to ask if she had found out who it was.

Qiao Yi returned to the second floor of Zero Drunk, entered his private box, and began to smoke.

Feng Chang felt that something was wrong from the time he went upstairs, took two glasses of wine and followed, opened the box door, and sure enough, he found him with a calm face and smoking.

After playing the cigarette butt, Qiao Yi looked up and asked Feng Chang: "An band, when will you resume singing." ”

Feng Chang handed him a glass of wine: "It's almost time, I've already arranged for them next month." ”

Qiao Yi extinguished the cigarette in his hand, took the wine in Feng Chang's hand, and raised his head to take a sip.

"Something?" Feng Chang accompanied him to drink.

Qiao Yi hooked his lips: "I feel like God played a joke on me." ”

Feng Chang sat down: "The people and things in the past, you can just take it as the past." ”

"She can't." Xu An and Xu Le have the same appearance and blood relationship, how can he forget the events of the year.

Feng Chang turned to look at him: "Then let go of the current person." ”

Qiao Yi narrowed his eyes, raised his head and drank without speaking.

With more than half of the wine in his stomach, Qiao Yi turned to look at Feng Chang: "Help me check Xu Le's sister Xu An." ”

Feng Chang paused and nodded.

The box door was opened again.

Qiao Yi looked at the person, and seemed to be smiling.

Beauty. The woman hurriedly smiled and said, "Qiao Shao, have you been busy lately?" ”

Qiao Yi patted the sofa next to him: "Come here, sit here." ”

Beauty. The woman was overjoyed, sat next to Qiao Yi, and lightly hooked with one hand. He shouldered and said, "Qiao Shao, are you going out tonight?" ”

Feng Chang sat aside and was silent.

Qiao Yi bowed his head and wanted to kiss. Beauty. When he was a woman, a shadow of a slender figure who liked to wear long boots and long wavy hair to the waist appeared in his mind.

Even on that winter night four years ago, he hoped that under him, he was also the one who liked to wear long boots, had a cold temperament, and occasionally smiled.

The beauty leaned on his chin and waited for a long time.

Qiao Yi picked up her chin and said unkindly: "Good, go out." ”

Beauty slightly.

Feng Chang knew that it was this result and looked at the beauty. Woman. Buff. Love. Wet. Run's eyes comforted, "You're bothering us." ”

The beauty paused again, and said coquettishly to Qiao Yi: "Qiao Shao, I'll wait for you below." ”