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Those men and women were frightened when He Yifan arrived in a majestic manner. At this time, everyone who made a sound, not only them, but the whole clubhouse was stunned. Those who didn't know thought they were here to investigate.

"Yes." He Yiping, who was the only one who could contend against He Yifan, also bowed his head and did not speak because of guilty conscience.

He Yifan didn't care about him, and went straight to the sofa beside Shen Qianqing and sat down. Shen Qianqing was leaning on it, but she didn't realize it for a while. When He Yifan sat down, she shrank subconsciously, and immediately felt the cold air around her. more chilly.

"He Yifan..." Shen Qianqing subconsciously called out.

"Huh?" He Yifan snorted, then turned to look at He Yiping and the others: "Why didn't you watch it when I came, I'm not sure?"

Seeing that they didn't respond, he said again: "What are you still doing standing there, watching the show, I stopped you?"

The bar manager ran over tremblingly, nodded and followed behind: "He, Mr. He, are you still performing?"

He Yifan's parents have long settled abroad and enjoyed leisure. Although everyone still calls him Young Master He, who knows that he is in charge of the He family now, and anyone who dares to call him Boss He is an insider. Glancing at the other party, he said, "Continue."

The manager was busy making arrangements, and the lights and music sounded again in a split second, but it was different from before. This time, the performance and the people watching the performance couldn't help but look here, plus those people in black around, everyone's The movements couldn't help being a little stiff.

Shen Qianqing sat up, poured a cup of tea and slowly handed it to He Yifan: "Have some tea."

He Yifan took the cup and put it on the table, grabbed Shen Qianqing's unretracted arm and said, "Did you drink just now?"

With a glance, he saw the little red wine glass left in front of her, and his eyes sank.

"I only drank a little..." Shen Qianqing was startled, and hurriedly replied.

Today's He Yifan is a bit strange, she looked up suspiciously.

The wrist held in the palm is very thin, and He Yifan even mistakenly thought that as long as he exerted force, he would crush it. The other party looked at him with doubts in his eyes, and his head tilted looked a little cute, his big watery eyes dimmed It was brighter under the bright light, and the red lips moistened by wine were very moist... He Yifan looked at Shen Qianqing without blinking, his eyes were deep and sharp.

Shen Qianqing drank some wine, her body temperature was a little high, it was very comfortable to put He Yifan's cool hand on it, although she frowned very hard, she didn't let him let go.

It took a while to hear He Yifan say calmly: "Alcohol is not a good thing for you, so drink less in the future."

Shen Qianqing lowered her head habitually: "Yes."

"If you want to drink red wine, you can have it at home, so you don't have to go outside."

"it is good."

He Yifan pursed his lips, then let go of her wrist, and sat back on the sofa with the same expression.

Shen Qianqing looked at her red wrist and suddenly shivered.

He Yifan suddenly appeared here, pulled himself to question whether she had been drinking, and acted very irritable... A series of things did not allow her to think deeply, she was afraid that she would find the answer, the answer that was ready to come out.

He Yiping watched the interaction between Shen Qianqing and He Yifan from the side, the look in his eyes darkened, and he poured down a glass of wine mercilessly, regardless of his little friend who was pulling behind him.

The performance in the middle of the stage was still going on, but not many people were interested in watching it.

Shen Qianqing sat on the sofa with her back straight, and when she was about to say whether to go back, He Yifan seemed to know what she was thinking, and asked her one step ahead: "Don't want to watch it?"