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As soon as these words came out, the temperature at the scene, which had already dropped to freezing point, soared to more than ten degrees again.
Chen Yan was so frightened that his knees weakened on the spot.
But Fu Shiying continued to sell without fear of death: "Sister, come on! Just my fourth brother, the workaholic, and the stupid straight male assistant next to him, can they come up with any good places to take you to play?
You might as well get in my car! I will take you there, it will be absolutely fun and you will never regret it! "
??Fu Sichen and Chen Yan:? ? ?
Who are you calling a workaholic? Who are you calling stupid straight men?
Song Qinrong was amused by her and was about to agree when she saw Fu Sichen's cold face.
Knowing that he was in a bad mood, she suppressed her smile and asked him in a nice voice, "Do you want to go together?"
"Come together?" Fu Sichen was slightly surprised.
"It would definitely not work if Fu Shiying were to take the girl away alone.
But if he comes too
"go."
Fu Shiying:? ? ?
Before she could refute, Fu Sichen was already following Song Qinrong, getting on her red show.
"drive."
??Fu Sichen slowly put his long legs down, raised his eyes, and spoke in a low voice with an irresistible force.
Fu Shiying glanced at the back seat and doubted her own IQ for the first time.
Why on earth did she want to drive a four-seater sports car?
Under Fu Sichen¡¯s death gaze, the car sped off tremblingly.
The bar street in the middle of the night is full of entertainment, dazzling lights and deafening music.
Fu Shiying parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car with the two of them, and walked slowly in.
On the road, there are young people with colorful hair everywhere, laughing and playing, looking lively and carefree.
"How about it? The world of young people is so happy! Welcome to take the time shuttle and take you back to youth overnight!"
Fu Shiying opened her arms and shouted at them with a smile.
In exchange, Fu Sichen gave him an indifferent look.
"Old men are boring!" Fu Shiying snorted.
The bar is not far from the street, just a few steps away.
Fu Shiying put down her mobile phone, pointed at the bar in front of her and smiled: "This is it! The game has been started, just waiting for us."
With that said, he opened the door and led his fourth brother, who was on the verge of irritability, to walk in.
The interior area of ??this bar is not large, and each booth is very close to each other.
Shouting, laughing, and clinking glasses came and went, making the whole bar environment even noisier.
Song Qinrong had just come down from the examination room. She was still wearing a light blue plaid shirt and jeans. She had no makeup on her face. Her big black-rimmed glasses accentuated her quiet student demeanor.
It seems incompatible with the decadent bar environment.
But her look was completely different from other coquettish bitches. Coupled with her delicate appearance and cold temperament, she attracted a lot of malicious eyes as soon as she entered the door.
In the booth, a man suddenly stopped drinking and narrowed his eyes slightly
The booth Fu Shiying wanted to go to was at the very back, and he had to pass through a path that could only allow one person to pass.
She took the lead and walked very fast.
Fu Sichen took a step forward, took Song Qinrong's hand, and walked forward to open the way.
On both sides are the entrances to the decks.
The lights in the bar were dim and I couldn¡¯t see clearly the path under my feet.
Fu Sichen crossed an opening and gently pulled it with his hand.
Song Qinrong followed and took two steps forward to pass by the entrance to the booth.
At this moment, a man in the booth suddenly stood up and walked outside.
I happened to bump into Song Qinrong who was passing by.
The man let out an exaggerated "ouch", then raised his head and looked at Song Qinrong with a half-smile: "Little girl, you bumped into me!" (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com