"I heard that you called the little young master of the Qin family?"

"Hmm." Shang Jingmo replied vaguely, "You also know that this is not as good as our territory, and we always have to sell it to the Qin family to save face in Haicheng." ”

Hearing this, Fu Tingshen's indifferent eyes moved.

But only for a moment.

At this time, Qin Zhao walked into their booth under the leadership of the manager.

Qin Zhao's gaze swept over Shang Jingmo and Liang Shaoze one by one, and finally fell on Fu Tingshen's body.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a vague and complicated look crossed the depths of his eyes.

None of the three people in front of him could be provoked casually, especially Fu Tingshen, who was sitting in the corner.

He greeted them one by one, "Shang Shao, Liang Shao." ”

Liang Shao raised his wine glass and toasted him, and then motioned for him to sit next to Shang Jingmo.

Qin Zhao walked over and sat down without being humble or arrogant, but the afterglow of his eyes frequently fell on Fu Tingshen's body.

He always felt as if he had seen this person somewhere.

But I couldn't remember it for a while.

It just so happened that Liang Shaoze handed him a glass of wine.

He stretched out his hand to take it, and when he raised his head to drink, he slowly looked at Fu Tingshen again from the corner of his eye.

The man sat casually on the sofa, the collar of his shirt was slightly open, revealing a beautiful collarbone line, which invisibly revealed a bit of fierceness and wildness.

His body exudes a natural noble atmosphere, and the sense of oppression around him is difficult to ignore, even if he sits there motionless at this time, it is still inexplicably subdued.

Fu Tingshen seemed to be aware of it, and lifted his eyes to look at it.

Facing the pair of cold eyes that were as deep as a cold pool, Qin Zhao stiffened slightly.

But instead of being like a deserter who lost his armor, he fearlessly met the man's eyes.

"That's Mr. Fu." Liang Shao introduced to Qin Zhao, "You can call him Brother Shen." ”

When Qin Zhao heard this, a flash of clarity flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Whether it is Liang Shaoze in front of him, or Shang Jingmo who is drinking and having fun, or this 'Mr. Fu', they all come from places that ordinary people can't reach-

Continent of Independence!

It is located in North America, and it is not a city but a large state made up of many cities.

It is not affiliated with any country in North America, nor does it belong to any country or institution in the world, and is an independent region.

And the level of intelligence secrecy in independent states is extremely high.

Therefore, except for the chaebol rulers of various countries and the leaders of the highest levels of various countries, the outside world has no knowledge of the existence of this place.

Legend has it that there were four ancient families in Independence, but only a few decades ago there was a riot in the continent.

At that time, many forces were eyeing each other and waiting for an opportunity to move.

But under everyone's surprise, the riots in the continent subsided, and the four major families in the continent were reshuffled overnight.

And the existence of the Fu family is the existence of the Elders of the Independent Continent that they should be afraid of!

Qin Zhao's eyes flashed, and he drank all the wine in the cup.

As more and more people came from behind, the atmosphere became more and more lively, and everyone simply began to play dice.

As the saying goes, people are in good spirits when they are happy, and it stands to reason that luck should be good.

After a while, the wine on the table entered his stomach.

"I said Qin Shao, you're lucky tonight." Shang Jingmo had a cigarette in his mouth and glanced at Qin Zhao meaningfully.

Qin Zhao pulled his lips and said lightly: "It's just lucky." ”

Liang Shaoze smiled very badly, and looked at Shang Jingmo with a bit of provocation in his eyes, "Don't make excuses for losing, you kid!" Willing to lose! Hurry up and drink! ”

"Drink it!" Shang Jingmo snuffed out the cigarette, raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves, and resisted the urge to lift the table, "I haven't been afraid of anyone when it comes to drinking!" ”