Su Qiyan sent a message to Song Yu, asking to see Feng Yin again.

Song Yu has followed Feng Yin for four years, and he thinks he can speculate about his master's thoughts, but Song Yu is a little unpredictable about Su Qiyan's problem.

Does the second master want to sleep with her or do you want to fix her?

"Mr. Feng, Miss Su wants to see you again."

Feng Yin continued to sign the documents, without even lifting his eyelids.

Song Yu immediately understood what to do.

He replied to Su Qiyan in front of Feng Yin, "Mr. Feng has no time." ”

"Don't have time at night?"

Song Yu glanced at Feng Yin again and entered three words: Yulin Pavilion.

Yulin Pavilion is the largest entertainment club in Jiangcheng, not only men go to women but also go to all kinds of entertainment projects.

Su Qiyan has never been there, she doesn't like nightlife, and she doesn't have much bohemian desire in her bones.

But for the sake of the battle for dignity, she is willing to release the most arrogant side of her human nature.

She went, at midnight, wearing a bandeau tight skirt into the dance floor of the Yulin Pavilion, for men who like to look for prey in this kind of place, Su Qiyan's fresh face was undoubtedly a stimulant, and it ignited their primitive commotion in an instant, and they moved closer to her, doing their best to exude male hormones in front of her.

Su Qiyan stood in the middle of the dance floor like a kaolin flower, she didn't pay attention to anyone, and looked at Feng Yin, who was drinking.

Feng Yin was as cold and noble as ever, he lazily nestled into the sofa, one hand on the back of the sofa and the other hand holding the red wine glass, shaking gently, tasting slowly, being in it and staying out of it.

The man next to Feng Yin found Su Qiyan, smashed his tongue and sighed, "Tonight finally has a beautiful girl." ”

Feng Yin met Su Qiyan's eyes at this time.

Su Qiyan chuckled, reached out to pick up a red rose, and walked to Feng Yin in a swaying manner.

This kind of stunner turned out to be for the second master of the Feng family, and the man looked disappointed, and naturally felt a little more envious when he looked at Feng Yin.

Su Qiyan sat next to Feng Yin, pinched the bouquet and put it behind his ear, and opened his lips slightly forward, "Second master, don't be angry after sweeping your interest yesterday." ”

Feng Yin didn't respond, he narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his glass to drink.

Su Qiyan pressed down his hand, "How can you just drink in such a place, I'll give the second master a dance to wish you happy." ”

Feng Yin raised his eyebrows.

Su Qiyan got up and snapped his fingers, the noisy music stopped and started again, and the lights changed into ambiguous colors.

Su Qiyan already has a dancing background, and when she came over, she learned some sultry moves on the Internet, and the sound of men swallowing saliva came from the dance floor.

Feng Yin's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and his gaze turned cold.

"Song Yu."

"Yes."

Song Yu took off his coat and grabbed the dancing Su Qiyan, and then dragged Su Qiyan off the dance floor like an eagle catching a chicken.

Seeing that it was Song Yu, Su Qiyan wanted to break free, but Song Yu asked her to be honest, "If you don't want to die, go out with me." ”

Out of the Yulin Pavilion, Song Yu let go, "Are you crazy, dancing/dancing in this kind of place?" ”

"I'm just doing what I like." Su Qiyan replied very calmly, in fact, she came to disgust Feng Yin.

She flattered publicly, if he still played yesterday's tricks, she would really sleep with him, and then told the world that if he wanted to climb the bed of the second master of the Feng family, he didn't need to carefully design the bridge, just sooth.

At that time, the women of the entire Jiangcheng will complain in front of him.

At this time, Song Yu's mobile phone rang.

Feng Yin sent an order, "Take her back to the villa." ”