The noisy bar was smoky, the colorful lights were constantly flickering, and there were some noisy sounds in the box, but there was still a faint one.

"Brother Qiao, have a drink?"

A man with yellow hair on his head handed a glass of wine to Song Nanqiao, and he was slightly flattering.

Song Nanqiao was lazily lying on the leather sofa, he slowly opened his eyes and stared at the wine in Huang Mao's hand.

He refused sharply, "No."

"Smoke one?"

Seeing this, Huang Mao handed over a good cigarette.

Song Nanqiao raised his eyebrows, "I'm ready to quit."

He lay motionless, refusing the yellow-haired cigarette.

He sat quietly at one end of the box, and the other end was particularly lively.

"Aqiao, are you really ready to quit?"

Liu Zhiwei walked over with a glass of wine in his hand, he sat next to Song Nanqiao, and asked slowly.

Their lives are bright, and they also mingle in these entertainment venues, smoking and drinking, but they don't play with women.

Song Nanqiao has been different from people before and after people since he was a child, he is as gentle as jade in front of people, a proper child of other people's families, and he can also be very dark after people.

"Well, yes."

Song Nanqiao yawned, and his voice was soft.

After he went to college, many places converged a lot, and with his friends not around, he was always focused on his studies, and these places came less.

"Chen Jing first, then you."

Liu Zhiwei took a sip of wine, and he said slowly.

Chen Jing is okay, he is a sports student, the physique of the scum is very normal, he used to be a scumbag, but after meeting his current girlfriend, he relented.

His girlfriend is not a good girl, so he also comes on these occasions, sometimes bringing his girlfriend with him.

"I won't be here anymore, today is the last time."

"She's not going to like it, she just doesn't know."

Song Nanqiao slowly stood up from the sofa, a faint smile on his lips.

"Okay, respect your ideas."

"Girlfriend, you have to be spoiled, anyway, I don't know much about this single dog."

"Ah Qiao, you said that you are in love, will people really change?"

Liu Zhiwei shook his wine glass, and he asked in a low voice.

Didn't try, so he didn't know.

In fact, Song Nanqiao had a very mixed up period of time before, and several of their brothers were speculating about what kind of person could take Song Nanqiao away.

I didn't expect this person to appear so quickly.

"Yes, as long as you meet the right person, all the impossible will become possible."

"Before I met painting, I didn't know what a heart was, but now I know."

Song Nanqiao's lips flashed with an indifferent smile, and his eyebrows were endlessly gentle.

Yes, liking can happen unexpectedly.

Why do you like Zhihua, Song Nanqiao himself can't say, probably liking it is really a thing that makes people feel caught off guard.

"Well, I don't understand a single dog like me."

"Aqiao, are you sure you don't tell you this side? I don't know much, but I know that what I say is always less impactful than what I know from someone else."

"My sister-in-law seems to be very well-behaved, aren't you afraid that she will be sad when she finds out from other people's mouths?"

Liu Zhiwei stared at Song Nanqiao, and he said slowly. He didn't understand those complicated relationships, but he knew that even if he and Song Nanqiao were just brothers, if Song Nanqiao one day concealed something that was more important to him, he wouldn't be angry at all.

"Yes, but not now."

Song Nanqiao closed his eyes slightly, and then gently rubbed his temples.

Zhihua is nothing more than being bewitched by his appearance

If he unveiled his face now, he wasn't sure if the little girl would run away.

"Let's go, make money to support my daughter-in-law."

Song Nanqiao shook the car key in his hand, he put it in his trouser pocket with one hand, and then strode out.

In this world, there will always be one person who will let another person change.

Knowing painting occupies an extremely important place in Song Nanqiao's heart, so he would rather be in a bright environment all the time, and he wants to abandon all the darkness.

As soon as Song Nanqiao left, a delicately dressed woman pushed the door in.

The woman has egg roll hair, a high ponytail, and the makeup on her face is full of maturity, and her dress looks like she has lived a privileged life since she was a child.

Some people are like this, with their own aura, and as soon as she appeared, everyone in the box moved their eyes to her.

"Why, you don't know me anymore?"

The woman reached out and brushed the broken hair on her forehead, and a smile appeared on her face, with a little banter.

She casually put the Grandma Xiang in her hand on the table, and then sat on the sofa at will, her whole back fell back, and the weight suddenly pressed on the back of the sofa.

"How can it, Sister Qing is still beautiful and moving, how can she not know it."

"I was immediately fascinated by Sister Qing."

Liu Zhiwei poured He Qing a glass of red wine and said with a smile, the whole person smiled.

"Virtue, what about Song Nanqiao?"

He Qing took the red wine in Liu Zhiwei's hand, glanced into the box, and then withdrew his gaze.

Liu Zhiwei: "Gone."

"Oh, okay."

He Qing gently shook the liquid in her hand, and then took a sip, her movements were extremely elegant.

"Sister Qing, when did you come back?"

"Sister Qing, you're getting more and more beautiful."

"Sister Qing, the eighteen changes of the female university, and the more she changes, the better she looks."

「……」

The people in the box were undoubtedly no strangers to He Qing, and they greeted He Qing warmly.

"Long time no see."

He Qing greeted lightly, and her tone was decent.

The atmosphere in the box was instantly lively, and He Qing was also chatting with the people in the box with ease.

"Is he still coming?"

He Qing glanced at the time of the watch, and asked Liu Zhiwei next to him.

"Who?"

Liu Zhiwei was asked in an instant, and he was stunned.

He Qing: "Song Nanqiao."

"Not coming."

Liu Zhiwei shook his head.

He Qing: "Hmm."

"Where did he go?"

He Qing was about to get up and leave as she spoke.

"Sister Qing, what are you looking for him, let's talk to us."

Liu Zhiwei grabbed He Qing's wrist at once, and he said with a smile, looking like he didn't want He Qing to go.

"So, what did he do?"

He Qing smiled, and seemed to see Liu Zhiwei's careful thoughts.

"Song Nanqiao is nothing good, Sister Qing shouldn't worry about him, okay?"

Liu Zhiwei didn't answer, but said.

The hand he was holding on to He Qing's wrist did not let go.

He Qing is two years older than them, and she has always regarded herself as a big sister, and they all understand Song Nanqiao's careful thoughts.

It's just that she doesn't say it, and they don't debunk it.