"Everyone, be quiet." A well-dressed man walked up from the small stage, who was the manager of the bar.

The bar became quiet, and all eyes were on him.

"Please sit in your place and stand still." The manager took the microphone and said, "Delay everyone for a few minutes, please don't move." ”

After finishing speaking, the manager walked off the stage and said, "An Shao, it's okay." ”

The lights of the bar lighting were turned on, and for a moment the dim bar was as bright as day, and a man stepped onto the stage.

The man wore a high-end tailor-made suit in ink, exuding an extraordinary momentum, like a king who had come to inspect the territory.

His handsome face was covered with frost, and the light in his deep eyes was sharp, faintly angry, like a tyrant who could get angry at any moment.

While marveling at the man's handsomeness, being swept away by his gaze, people's hearts trembled slightly, and they were inexplicably a little scared.

It may be that his momentum is too strong, and the people in the bar are quiet and no one speaks.

Styx naturally noticed the man on the stage, his eyes shrank slightly, and he subconsciously hid his figure.

How did he end up here?

What is he doing at the bar on a big night? also looks like he's going to look for someone.

Rong Wen frowned and glanced around, then raised his long legs and walked off the stage.

"Rong Shao, how's it going?" The manager came over and asked.

Rong Wenjun's face was still cold, and the anger in his inky eyes was even worse, he didn't find her in the crowd.

"Search the second floor." His slightly magnetic voice suppressed anger.

A cold sweat broke out on the manager's head, the first floor is basically filled with ordinary guests, and the second floor is mostly rich young masters, which is not easy to search.

"This ......" the manager said embarrassedly: "Rong Shao, the second floor is all private rooms......"

Rong Wen's sharp eyes glanced at the manager, and his pale thin lips pursed a cold arc, and said, "Give you three minutes." "Hackers

The manager's legs shook unexpectedly, and there was already a cold sweat behind his back.

Rong Shao rarely appears in this kind of venue, but everyone in the circle knows that he is extremely ruthless, short-tempered and irritable, and if he offends him, he will wait for death.

Or, if you offend Rong Shao, it's better to solve it yourself.

Some people also say that when Rong rarely gets along well, he even cooks...... Belch...... Cook for your subordinates.

He didn't believe in this, Rong Shao is a family man who can cook, and it is clear that he is the king of Hades.

"I'll go." The manager had no choice but to follow orders.

He can be the manager of the bar, and he knows the background of some bigwigs clearly, if Rong Shao is really angry, the astringent bar will be miserable.

The manager immediately instructed the attendants to go to the box to find someone, and look for it according to Rong Shao's description.

In the VIP box.

Rong Wen sat quietly on the sofa, with a bottle of red wine on the glass table, he didn't move, but rubbed his forehead.

"Haven't found her yet? Could something be wrong? Xiao Wen said anxiously in his mind: "You tell the manager to hurry up!" ”

Someone wanted to kidnap her last time, and there were all kinds of people in the bar, would she be harmed again?

Rong Wen's eyes flashed with anger, and he said coldly: "She has dressed up carefully, and she came to the bar by car, who knows if she made an appointment with a man and came to the bar to fool around." ”

If you catch her with another man, see if he doesn't break her legs!

"Impossible!" Xiao Wen said categorically: "She is a single-minded girl, if you don't have to break up......!" ”

Rong Wen sneered and said, "After she took the breakup fee, she has forgotten about you completely." ”

"She won't ......" Xiao Wen's tone was depressed and sad, and he roared angrily in the dark: "You let me out!" Let me out! ”

He wants to take back control of his body, thinking that the girl he loves will be with another man, angry at the reason he has lost.