In summer, the capital is a paradise for those who never sleep, surrounded by layers of viaduct lights, and the straight avenues are crowded with all kinds of cars as soon as night falls, such as cool fiery red Ferraris, steady Audis, galloping Cadillacs, as well as green Taxes and buses moving slowly.

If you want to ask where the night is the most carnival in the capital, an authentic Beijing person will not hesitate to tell you a name, Blue City.

Blue City is not a crowded local snack street, nor is it a certain street full of luxury goods, but an entertainment city, an entertainment city integrating entertainment, restaurants, and accommodation.

Yes, they will also tell you that it is a city, a city where you can play whatever you want.

The city is best known for its speakeasy Blues, which gathers the elite of the entire city, and you may not find any special characters in the Blues, but when you walk to the glittering parking lot on the second floor, you will find that the luxury cars that slowly roam the wide streets in the evening are all gathered here.

As we all know, Blues City is an industry under Lan Ruohao, the son of the Hai family in the capital.

When it comes to Lan Ruohao, the people of Beijing will start all kinds of chatter, this Lan Ruohao is the only child of the Hai family in the capital now, formerly known as Hai Ruohao, twenty-seven years old, five years ago, for some reason, fell out with his father, left the Hai family, started his own business, developed a considerable part of the entertainment world in the capital, and was named one of the famous five young people in the capital.

Eight o'clock in the evening is the beginning of the nightlife of the Blues, with jumping music, dappled glass-like lights, and exciting performances by bartenders, and the boiling atmosphere is just a prelude to the party.

In the depths of the Blues backstage, Lan Ruohao held a glass of bright red and hot Bloody Mary, shook it gently, and the blood-like wine swirled out of the swirl in the crystal cup, "Is he here?" ”

Che Cheng stood behind him with a respectful attitude, "Ye Xianshen is already here, in 666." ”

Lan Ruohao looked down at the bright wine in the cup, and smiled lightly, "Well," he looked up, and a glass of wine was all in his stomach, burning in his abdomen, "Take me over." ”

"Yes." Along the way, although few people know the low-key Lan Ruohao, as the management of Blues, the appearance rate of Checheng is still very high, and the flow of people has made way to a straight road to the box.

Standing in front of the 666 gate, Lan Ruohao ripped open the buttons of the two shirts, revealing a sexy and beautiful collarbone, and Che Cheng respectfully bent down to open the door.

Lan Ruohao walked into 666, there were only two people in the box, Zhuang Luofei sat in the middle of the sofa, holding the microphone and shouting infatuately, and the protagonist he was looking for, Ye Zhichen, was alone in the corner of the sofa, holding a goblet in his hand, and the fragrance of red wine was strong.

Heh, it's really enjoyable too.

Lan Ruohao strode in, sitting on the edge of the sofa, beside Ye Zhichen, with a distance of nearly one meter in the middle.

Yes, since that incident, they are no longer small, not even friends.

Zhuang Luofei put down the wheat in his hand, grabbed the thing on the table that he didn't know if it was wine or drink, and took a big sip, "Ah Hao, why are you here?" ”

Lan Ruohao tugged at the corners of her mouth and showed a far-fetched smile, "Well, let's do something." ”

Zhuang Luofei threw away the cup in his hand, looking confused, "What's the matter?" "Say it now.

Lan Ruohao glanced at someone who was still immersed in her own world, the corners of her lips were slightly curved, and her smile was cruel, "She's back." ”