Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Her heart fell to the bottom at this moment.

The blood all over his body condensed, and his body cooled down, as if he was in a glacier.

She lowered her hand tremblingly, turned her head to look out, the car disappeared around the corner, leaving behind only the taillights.

Ji Moyang, when did he come?

It took Song Qianxi a long time to look away, and in conjunction with the Qiu Zhiyu incident, he suddenly realized why Song Mianmian had deliberately calculated to drive him out of Ancheng.

It's because of Ji Moyang!

This bosom friend who has written with her for ten years!

Song Qianxi clenched the steering wheel and smiled self-deprecatingly, raising her eyes with a stern look.

"Song Mianmian, don't blame me for being unrighteous!"

She drove back to the studio, and Zheng Xueying had already left, so she went back to the car to call Zheng Xueying.

The phone rang for a long time before someone answered, "Hello..."

A hoarse male voice came from the other end of the phone, Song Qianxi said: "You are with Xue Ying, forget it."

"Xueying is taking a bath, if you have something to tell me, I'll pass it on to you." Yin Fei said.

"No need, let's live the world of the two of you." Song Qianxi hung up the phone, feeling lonely.

Now there is no one to confide in.

She drove aimlessly, attracted by the bright neon lights of a bar on the street.

'Night Charm' flashed silver neon lights, as if attracting Song Qianxi with some kind of magical power. She parked her car in the bar parking lot. When she entered the bar, a young man was stopped by a waiter.

The young man was puzzled and said, "Why are you stopping me?"

The waiter said: "Sir, the minimum consumption in the bar is 50 yuan."

While speaking, he glanced up and down at the young man with no expression on his face.

The most expensive thing for young people is the sports shoes on their feet, more than 800.

There are many guests coming and going, so there are naturally more onlookers. The young man blushed in embarrassment, and spat, "Bah, what kind of broken hotel has a minimum consumption of 50 yuan, robbery, I'm going to report you!"

The waiter had no expression on his face and didn't reply. He just respectfully made a 'please' gesture to the young man, as if to say, 'just go and report'.

'Ye Mei' is an aristocratic bar in Ancheng. Song Qianxi had heard that the consumption was high, but he didn't expect it to be so outrageous.

50, if you buy alcohol yourself, you can drink it until you are hospitalized for gastric lavage.

Song Qianxi turned around and left, but the waiter suddenly stopped her, "Miss, please wait a moment."

Wouldn't there be a fee for looking outside the door?

Song Qianxi asked blankly, "What's the matter?"

The waiter said, "Miss, please come inside."

"Huh?" Song Qianxi smiled, "I don't have the money to spend 50 yuan."

"It doesn't matter, it can be recorded in Chu's account."

"Young Master Chu...Chu Muhan?"

"Yes."

"How do you know that I know Chu Muhan?"

The waiter looked at the Bentley not far away, Song Qianxi: "..."

How many times has Chu Muhan been here?The wait staff all remembered his license plate.

Anyway, there is no place to go and you don’t need to spend your own money. Take this opportunity to experience the luxury of the noble bar.

In the future, there will be more capital for bragging.

Walking into the bar, the turntable light hits the dance floor, all kinds of men and women dance close to each other, and there are professional dancers in sexy dance clothes dancing jazz and pole dancing, and the music is deafening.

She couldn't adapt for a while, and sat on the bar with her ears covered.

The clean-looking and handsome bar boy asked with a smile of eight teeth: "Miss, what do you want to drink?"