It was Chen Qiaoyue who came in, and her face was not very good-looking.

Xiao Ling finally found an opportunity and wanted to talk to Fang Ci and inquire about her relationship with Chen Qiaoyue, but saw Chen Qiaoyue walking straight up to her, "Excuse me, Miss Xiao, make room for me." ”

Xiao Ling moved to the side, and Chen Qiaoyue sat down between her and Fang Ci, and took a sip of wine first.

It looks like I'm distressed.

She leaned into Fang Ci's ear and asked in a low voice, "Are you familiar with Li Youxian?" ”

“…… So so. ”

Xiao Ling watched Chen Qiaoyue and Fang Ci bite their ears from the sidelines, and couldn't help but feel a little panicked in his heart.

Who doesn't know that Miss Chen's eyes are higher than the sky, and she looks at people with her eyes every day, and she has never seen her give anyone a good face, Fang Ci has such a ability to reach the sky? Actually subdued her?

Wen Zhiyan and Li Youxian came in one after the other.

Lee You-hyun came here, did not participate in the game, sat alone on the single sofa, and lit a cigarette.

Wen Zhiyan went to the other end of the box and sat down with a few close friends.

At this time, Fang Ci finally realized that with the soft box door as the boundary, there were actually two distinct areas.

Song Yuze and Xiao Ling's gang are just the edge of Wenzhiyan's social circle. Wen Zhiyan himself is the side where he is, which is his core social circle.

Looking closely, the faces around him were a little familiar, the ones she had seen before at the billiard table on the second floor of the red brick house.

No one said it, but everyone knew it, so they didn't go to the bar in a funny way.

Chen Qiaoyue was still saying something in her ear, but Fang Ci couldn't help but look in the direction where Wen Zhiyan was.

From here, you can see his side.

He sat in the middle of his couch, leaning against the backrest, his long legs folded idly, one arm resting on the back of the couch and the other holding a wine glass, just inches away from his lips.

The bartender didn't know what he had said, which made him tilt his head slightly and laugh.

Relaxed and lazy, uninhibited. And a bit of glamorous sexiness.

The black shirt really flattered him.

I could faintly smell the nobility and danger that belonged to him.

Sensing her gaze, he turned his head to look at her.

Fang Ci forced himself not to avoid his gaze, but to look directly at him.

After a few seconds, Wen Zhiyan got up and said a word to the bartender, who answered, turned around and took a bottle of champagne from the wine rack.

Fang Ci watched him come step by step.

Everyone here immediately stopped the game in their hands and stood up one by one.

Wen Zhiyan sneered lightly, "Sit down, there's no need." ”

But no one dared to be the first to sit down.

So they all stood still, Wen Zhiyan carried champagne in one hand, poured them around one by one, walked up to Li Youxian, poured wine along the wall of the glass, and Li Youxian politely thanked him.

Song Yuze, who was on the side, couldn't hold back and let out a mockery.

Wen Zhiyan didn't pause, nor did he look at him, only a smile on the corner of his lips, "Song Yuze, what's so funny." ”

Probably seeing him take the initiative to ask, Song Yuze was also bold, and said, "Wen Shao, you don't need to give him face, he chased Fang Ci here, and even I didn't let it go." ”

There is a good reason why Song Yuze dares to say this, after all, how can he also be the young master of the Song family with a head and a face, what about that Li Youxian? Who knows where it came from? His background is certainly not as good as his.

As soon as these words came out, Chen Qiaoyue frowned first, "Shut up, idiot." ”

"I'm right, Chen Qiaoyue, what are you doing with me."

Song Yuze seems to have drunk a little too much.

Wen Zhiyan looked at him for a long time and asked with a smile, "How do you know that he is pursuing Fang Ci?" ”

"He sent them all back to school, and I saw the picture that someone had sent me, and when he came today, I recognized it."

"So, why is he here today?"

Wen Zhiyan's tone is gentle.

The alcohol-soaked brain was half a beat slower, Song Yuze was stunned, and he didn't react to what he meant by hearing less.

"Because I invited him." Wen Zhiyan was very calm, and said slowly, "Song Yuze, do you want you to teach me how to do things?" ”

Everyone broke out in a cold sweat.

Song Yuze finally came back to his senses, and most of the wine woke up from this fright, and his face was pale and stunned, not knowing how to react.

Chen Qiaoyue scolded him in a low voice, "Straw bale." ”

Wen Zhiyan looked around with one hand in his pocket, and looked at it with his heart, "I'll be here today, let's all disperse." ”

-

The people on the dance floor downstairs also dispersed.

The huge field was empty, the lights were still flashing, and there were waiters cleaning up the garbage and water stains on the table on the floor.

There was a depressing silence after a carnival.

Only Song Yuze and Chen Qiaoyue hadn't left yet, and the two of them were scattered and sat in the booths by the dance floor.

Song Yuze stroked his hair with his palm from time to time, and then poured a sip of wine, looking extremely bored.

Chen Qiaoyue seemed to be waiting for something, sitting there playing with her mobile phone.

Fang Ci and Wen Zhiyan came down the stairs one after the other and saw this scene.

That layer of relationship was there, Fang Ci couldn't ignore Song Yuze, she thought about it for two seconds, walked up to him and stood still, "Song Yuze, are you leaving?" ”

"Don't bother me."

Hearing this, there was no expression on his face, only his dark eyes sank a little.

He turned to Fang Ci.

She was even more unwavering, and simply sat down not far away.

She seemed to be used to it.

Wen Zhiyan narrowed his eyelashes, took out his mobile phone and dialed a call.

The other side quickly picked it up, and Wen Zhiyan smiled without much warmth, "...... Uncle Song, I'm so late, I'm disturbed. ”

Hearing this, the three people present all looked up.

Song Yuze seemed to be scared silly. What if his father knew about it......

"Well, Yuze is here," Wen Zhiyan said lightly, "he drank a little wine, and spoke rudely to my guest, and I said a few words to him. ”

There seemed to be an apology, and Wen Zhiyan said, "It's nothing, you can pick him up." ”

Song Yuze hurriedly stood up, rubbing his palms against the seams of his trousers, with an expression of wanting to cry without tears.

Wen Zhiyan hung up the phone, didn't look at him, and only said to the two girls, "I'll send someone to send you back." ”

Fang Ci sat silently and did not move.

Chen Qiaoyue came over, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up, "Let's go, leave him alone." ”

Walk outside to the open car park.

From a distance, I saw Li Youxian standing by the big G, as if he was talking on the phone.

He's calling for a taxi.

There was a Maybach 62S parked on the side, and the driver had opened the rear door.

Wen Zhiyan stood there, and Fang Ci said, "Get in the car." ”

Fang Ci didn't move, only said, "I'll just take a taxi here, I want to go back to the dormitory." ”

Wen Zhiyan seemed to be a little dry, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "...... Get in. ”

Fang Ci's heart was a little empty.

Wen Zhiyan said that he would help her destroy the marriage, but in fact, she didn't take this as a promise to listen to it in her heart.

After all, what good could he gain by doing her a favor?

Not at all.

She's just going to push the boat and play with him, that's all.

Whether or not the marriage can be destroyed is not a loss for her.

After all, I've been crazy and excited with people like Wen Zhiyan.

That's enough.

She herself is not so naïve, and she has tied her future freedom and hope to a person who has just known her for a week.

But today, Wen Zhiyan embarrassed Song Yuze in public so easily, and even called his father to make a big fuss, which suddenly made Fang Ci realize the gap between her and him.

Wanting to play with him, she seems to be a little overwhelmed.

Thinking of this, Fang Ci turned his head and left.

Wen Zhiyan looked at the plain slender back in the night for a few seconds, strode over, grabbed her waist from behind, and hugged her horizontally.

The Maybach driver lowered his head and didn't dare to look, but only reached out to protect the top of the door frame to prevent the Miss Fang from knocking her head.

Fang Ci was stuffed into the back seat, and Wen Zhiyan went around to the other side and sat in.

The driver started the car and raised the front and rear baffles with a good eye.

Fang Ci said lightly, "Wen Zhifang, let me go." ”

Wen Zhiyan looked at her, "What are you going to do?" ”

"I'm going back to my dorm."

“…… Are you upset? Why? ”

"Why did you do that to Song Yuze?" Fang Ci said very calmly.