But in this case, he was the only one who brought his fiancée after the Eight Classics.

If he and Fang Ci are drawn......

Chen Qiaoyue probably saw his embarrassment, and sneered, "Come on, Song Yuze, I haven't ordered you yet." ”

She changed her words, "Fang Ci, right?" Let's meet for the first time today, give you a meeting gift, you come to give everyone a sample, take the microphone, go to the door to stand, see who will come in later, check his mobile phone, read out his latest WeChat message to others. ”

Fang Ci looked at Song Yuze calmly and said, "I'm leaving." ”

How could Song Yuze let her go, wouldn't this directly wipe Chen Qiaoyue's face?

"Just play for a while, won't you? I'll send you later. ”

The microphone has been stuffed into the hands of people who do good things.

Fang Ci got up without any waves, walked to the door of the box, and stood.

All the music in the box stopped.

Everyone's eyes were on the door to see who would be the first to enter.

About half a minute.

The doorknob is twisted.

The door opened from the outside, and a tall figure entered.

Many people were ready to heckle, but when the figure was completely inside the door, they all froze.

It was a feast of smell.

Who doesn't know, according to the financial status, there are several small circles in the circle. The Song family is the spire in the small circle, and it can only be regarded as not up or down in the big circle, while the Wen family is the spire in the big circle.

Wen Zhiyan is the only heir officially announced by the Wen family.

The "class" is clear, and the upstream never disdain to play with the middle and downstream people, how can the Wenzhi banquet be condescending and appear at the party in their small circle?

Or did he go to the wrong box?

Almost a pin drop could be heard in the box.

Wen Zhiyan was wearing a long black coat, tall and long-legged, even if he didn't mention the handsome face, just looking at the figure could make people breathe to the extent that they were stagnant.

He had a strong sense of wildness and oppression, and the invisible air pressure swept through the entire box-

From the moment he entered, it had become his field.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on him, but he didn't look at anyone, only looked down at Fang Ci who was a few steps away, and a casual smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "What? Penalty stand? ”

The voice is low and lazy, grinding the magnetism of ear grabbing.

Fang Ci was wearing a white sweater with a sense of design, a loose long skirt on the bottom, and a slender and cold temperament.

It is incompatible with this extravagant and flashy box.

She clenched the microphone with both hands and was stunned for several seconds before she found her voice and said lightly, "Play games, according to the rules, I want to check your phone." ”

Hearing this, the others gasped.

Song Yuze said in his heart, my ancestor, you don't look at who is coming, why do you play games.

A mobile phone to see the feast? Crazy.

Everyone reacted at this time, and immediately got up, Song Yuze was the first to greet him, with a smile on his face, "Wen Shao, how can you be free." ”

Wen Zhifang didn't pay attention to it.

Fang Ci said that he was playing a game, so he really cooperated with her, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it over very naturally.

Under the gaze of everyone, Fang Ci took it slowly, during which he inadvertently touched his fingertips, and when he was about to leave, he was chased by his fingertips and rubbed it.

Her heart trembled, and she reflexively lifted her face to meet his eyes.

The long eyebrows pressed the deep eyes, and the bottom of the eyes was a deep meaning that could not be dissolved.

Fang Ci pursed her lips and opened WeChat.

At the top is her name.

Her face was calm, "Wen Zhiyan, the latest message is: 202 box?" I came in. ”

Chapter 12

A room full of people, Chen Qiaoyue was the first to react: This shows that Wen Zhiyan did not go to the wrong box, he came to find someone.

After being stunned for two seconds, everyone else looked at her in unison.

In the entire box, if you have to have something to do with Wenzhiyan, she is the only one.

The person closest to the identity of Wen Zhiyan's fiancée.

Chen Qiaoyue didn't show that she didn't know, she hugged her arms and snorted softly, and glanced at Wen Zhiyan.

Everyone in the box stared at this side, and Fang Ci didn't show any abnormality, he handed over the phone very calmly, and said, "Give it back to you, thank you for cooperating with the game." ”

Wen Zhiyan didn't answer, his hands in his pockets, "Are you still playing?" ”

There is something subtle about that.

It was a normal inquiry, but if you considered the relationship between Wen Zhiyan and Fang Ci, the tone of the voice was a little too familiar.

Fang Ci's heart was alarmed, Chen Qiaoyue was still standing aside with her arms crossed, how could he talk to her so naturally?

She glanced at him and motioned to Chen Qiaoyue on the side, "This is the host of the game, please ask her." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was pulled away by Song Yuze, who came over closely.

At the door of the box, Wen Zhiyan and Chen Qiaoyue were left for a while.

Chen Qiaoyue looked him up and down for a few seconds, and then said, "Follow me." ”

Wen Zhiyan's indispensable attitude followed behind, and when he passed by the sofa area, his eyes stayed on Fang Ci for a few seconds.

In the depths of the box, there was a dressing room next to the bathroom, and the two came in one after the other, Chen Qiaoyue closed the door with her backhand, immediately brushed her hair, and said, "Which woman?" ”

The boys in this room are all Song Yuze's fox friends and dog friends, and it is impossible for them to have a deep friendship with him, so she reasonably speculates that the person who sent the news to the banquet must be the woman in this box.

Wen Zhiyan leaned on the dressing table leisurely, first put his hands together and lit a cigarette, before he smiled and said, "It's your turn to ask?" ”

As if expecting him to say this, Chen Qiaoyue snorted, "The rumors are not all false, I am indeed the closest candidate, isn't it?" "So, unless the Wen family chooses your fiancée, and that person is not me, I have the right to ask if the rumor that I am about to become your fiancée exists for one day." ”

Wen Zhiyan raised his eyes to look at her, holding the white cigarette case in his hand and turning it around for a while.

Chen Qiaoyue noticed, "The lady cigarette you smoked?" ”

White Jiaozi.

Orange-flavored lady smoke.

Wen Zhiyan did not shy away from it, and was very relaxed, "Her smoke." ”

Chen Qiaoyue's mind spun quickly, and she speculated, "A room full of girls are either stupid or cheap. Goods, not what you'll like, only—" She narrowed, "...... Fang Ci? ”

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Wen Zhiyan's lips, "Hmm." ”

Chen Qiaoyue was stunned.

First, I didn't expect him to admit it so generously, and second, I didn't expect that he was going to pry Song Yuze's corner?

After being silent for a long time, Chen Qiaoyue looked him up and down again, with a look of you can, "I didn't expect it, Wenzhiyan, you want to play a big ticket?" ”

Wen Zhiyan was noncommittal, his attitude was extremely casual and indifferent, and his eyes were full of "nothing to say".

“…… Do you have a personal vendetta with Song Yuze? ”

Chen Qiaoyue asked tentatively.

Wen Zhiyan sneered lightly, his tone was very light, with a little contempt, "I can't do it with him." ”

"Then you ...... out"

“…… He is not worthy of mercy. ”

Although this was true, Chen Qiaoyue still sneered, "What, you deserve it?" ”

"I don't know," Wen Zhiyan slightly hooked the corners of his lips, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and the bottom of his eyes was a little bright, "but you have to try it first." ”

"Cut~" Chen Qiaoyue raised her eyes and stared at him again, "You're not afraid that I will tell others?" ”

"You won't."

The Chen family and the Song family are cooperating, and Chen Qiaoyue can't take the initiative to expose the scandal of the Song family at this time.

Besides, he and Chen Qiaoyue just grew up in the same circle since childhood, and they have no friendship with each other, so Chen Qiaoyue doesn't need to do such a hurtful thing and not benefit himself.

Wen Zhiyan extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray next to him and said, "Let's make a deal." ”

……

Before leaving the dressing room, Chen Qiaoyue finally asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will bully her?" ”

This amused Wen Zhiyan, and he laughed, "She is not a soft persimmon, with you, you shouldn't be able to bully her." ”

dare to slap him in the mouth.

There are thorns on his body.

-

Fang Ci was pulled to the corner of the sofa by Song Yuze, "My ancestor, how dare you check the phone that smells less?" Won't you read the atmosphere? ”

She didn't speak.

Song Yuze let out a long sigh and asked again, "What is the expression on Wen Shao's face?" Not angry, right? Will you be angry with me? ”

The lights were too dim and far away, and he couldn't see and hear clearly, which was really terrible.

Not only is he not angry, but he is even very interested in smelling the feast, and his mobile phone is still with her, and he will not take it away.

Fang Ci was silent, "...... When can I go? ”

Song Yuze covered his face with his hands, sighed for a while, and said, "You find a chance to apologize to Wen Shao in person, just say that I don't often take you out, you don't understand the rules." ”