Fengrun Group held a small party at the clubhouse tonight.

Su Zhinian simply responded to the circle, then took a chance and walked to the relatively quiet balcony.

The snow had stopped, and through the window, the whole city of Beijing was white.

In fact, he didn't want to participate tonight, but when he heard Song Qingchun say to the taxi driver, "Please keep up with the car with the license plate ending in 00 in front", he thought about it and finally chose this club.

She is the VIP of this club, presumably at this moment, she is waiting for him to come out on the sofa in the lobby of the club.

Suddenly, Su Zhinian was a little curious, what was that woman doing at this moment?

Su Zhinian shook the goblet in his hand, took a sip of red wine, and then focused all his attention on hearing.

All kinds of sounds sounded in his ears, the sound of brakes, the sound of the subway, the sound of trains, the sound of airplanes, the sound of radio, the sound of music...... There are also all kinds of voices of people.

"It's snowing, it's so cold, I don't want to go out, so let's don't make an appointment tonight, let's talk about it another day......"

"Husband, I'm almost out of the subway, where are you waiting for me?"

"I don't want to break up with you, can you give me another chance? I really can't afford to lose you......"

……

Among so many voices, Su Zhinian listened to it for a long time, but he didn't hear Song Qingchun's voice.

Su Zhinian waited for a while, but still didn't wait for Song Qingchun's voice, but he waited for the three words "Song Qingchun".

"Mr. Zhang, when I just entered the clubhouse, I saw you talking to a young woman at the door, who is she beautiful? Your new lover? ”

"No, it's someone from Song's enterprise, Song Menghua's daughter, called Song Qingchun."

"Song Menghua's daughter? What does she ask you for? ”

"She didn't have any money, so she wanted to enter my club, and asked me if I could be accommodating for the sake of being a VIP who had been here for several years."

Su Zhinian's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Song Qingchun is not the VIP of this club?

Then, his ears remembered Mr. Zhang's tone with a bit of disgust and disgust: "She doesn't look at what the current Song's enterprise is?" I thought I was the daughter of the former Song family, but I still wanted to enter my club, but I didn't know my identity......"

A ruthlessness flashed in Su Zhinian's eyes, and his face was a little frightening.

Mr. Zhang continued to laugh: "Let me be accommodating once, is she worthy?" If it weren't for the fact that she looked good, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to her......"

Su Zhinian's eyes narrowed suddenly, and Mr. Zhang, who was standing not far behind him, was talking about Zhenghuan, and suddenly held the wine glass in his right hand, and he didn't know what was going on, so he slammed the glass in his hand with a force, and the broken glass pierced into his palm, and the blood flowed in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the whole room sounded Mr. Zhang's cry of pain: "Ahh

"Mr. Zhang, what's the matter with you, what kind of glass are you pinching?"

"I don't know what's going on, it's just that just now, for a second, my whole body was inexplicably out of control...... Ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts...... Call me a doctor......"

Su Zhinian completely ignored the somewhat chaotic scene, just inserted his right hand into his trouser pocket and walked out of the room with a cold face.