Ruan Sijia came out of the detention center and broadcast Lu Biao's phone call.

But the woman took it for him.

When I asked her where she was, there were only two words over there: Shengge.

She put away her phone, and fifteen minutes later, she stood in front of the door of Shengge's private room.

The private room is hidden, and it is completely open when you push it, with hundreds of square meters inside, and a few billiard tables and mahjong tables in the middle, where many men play cards and drink.

But Lu Biao still stands out from the crowd inside.

Someone saw Ruan Sijia at a glance, stayed on her body for a while, raised his eyebrows and whistled evilly: "Lu Shao, who do you see coming?" ”

He raised his eyes, and without warning, he raised his eyes to meet Ruan Sijia's gaze.

But in an instant he took it back and threw the leopard in his hand on the table.

The sound of 'slumping' around him came and went, but Ruan Sijia only saw Pei Kite wearing a goose-yellow sundress beside him at first glance.

Pure and lovely, soft and glutinous sticking to him.

Ruan Sijia stepped forward and called him: "Lu Biao." ”

The man opposite Lu Yi laughed: "Oh, what about the one who came out of the detention center, or do we want to call Miss Ruan?" ”

Lu Biao was quite indifferent: "What are you doing again?" ”

Ruan Sijia: "Can you talk about it alone?" ”

He didn't even raise his eyelids: "What is there to talk about?" ”

After being silent for a few seconds, Pei Yuan gently tugged at the corner of Lu Biao's clothes: "Ah Biao, maybe Sister Si Jia has something to do with you, let's go and talk." ”

Lu Biao was silent, waiting for a new round of cards to be issued, and after reading all of them and throwing out a card, he said: "I'll talk to her alone, are you willing?" ”

Pei Yuan bit her lip and stopped talking.

"That's it." Lu Hao's knuckled fingertips buckled the low tabletop.

Her voice was not loud, but she was persistent: "I will delay you for a quarter of an hour." ”

Lu Biao did not answer her.

Nguyen Si Jia: "Ten minutes." ”

Lu Biao: "......"

Ruan Sijia: "Five minutes, okay?" ”

As the atmosphere stiffened little by little, the surrounding discussions became louder and louder, and Lu Biao didn't give her an answer.

She stood there as if she were an outsider, stumbling into a place that didn't belong to her at all.

I couldn't hold it anymore, and when I wanted to turn around and walk away, I suddenly received a violent blow to my waist.

A sharp pain spread through her, and she turned her head in disbelief, and the black ball fell right from her.

'Boom', the sound of falling to the ground.

A flat-headed sat on the billiard table and stretched out his hand to greet him: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Miss, I just think you're such a beautiful person, it's not worth wasting so many years on Ah Biao, I want to say that you just come to talk to me, I will never abandon you!" ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

The yellow hair in the corner stared at Ruan Sijia for a long time, as if he recognized her, grinned, and walked over to her in a few steps and said, "Isn't this Sister Sijia?" ”

When Ruan Sijia saw the yellow hair, his scalp instantly went numb.

I don't want to spend any more time in this place, so I turn around and leave.

"Such a shame, run away when you see me?"

Because of these words, Ruan Sijia had to stop.

Huang Mao tapped his abdomen with his hand: "I was stabbed by you, but it hurts." ”

The people around looked at each other for a while, whispering, most of them watching Ruan Sijia's good show.

Ruan Sijia knew whose venue it was, so he had to say, "I'm sorry." ”

Huang Mao narrowed his eyes: "This is also called an apology?" ”

Ruan Sijia's nails sank into her flesh, and her proud personality made her purse her lips and not want to say more.

Lu Biao, who had been sitting on the sofa without making a sound, sighed impatiently: "Okay, Pei." ”

Then he looked at Ruan Sijia: "Time for a cigarette." ”