Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

In the car, Chen Pei's expression was also not very good.

"Don't get close to Zheng Lanxing anymore, and I won't bring you to such gatherings anymore."

Song Xun carefully observed Chen Pei's expression and instantly realized that he was jealous because he had just been pestering Zheng Lanxing.

"Brother, you don't have to worry." Song Xun was thinking about how to persuade him subtly so that he wouldn't be too anxious. "Zheng Lanxing and I can't be together. It's destined..."

The warning from 996 stopped him from continuing.

Chen Pei was surprised that he was so easy to talk to, and his expression became better: "Be good."

Both parties believed that they had achieved their persuasion goals, and they returned home in a harmonious atmosphere.

With Chen Hongbo and Yang Zhilan away and Chen Pei spending the whole day at the company, Song Xun completely let himself go.

He sleeps until ten in the morning. The newly hired auntie cooks delicious food and makes midnight snacks for him. He can stay in his room all day without coming out. He lives a completely comfortable life as a parasite who is supported by someone.

As for the friend Zheng Lanxing had added on his phone before, no message came in after half a month. Song Xun followed the message for two days and then ignored it.

It was not until two days later that he realized he had missed a message.

Sent at 3:05 am, it showed that the message had been withdrawn by the other party.

Song Xun was full of questions. Zheng Lanxing stayed up late at night to send him a message? And he even withdrew it. He was a little curious about what the withdrawn message was about.

This curiosity only lasted for a few minutes before being interrupted by Feng Yuanyi's invitation.

The location was still the same bar as last time, and Song Xun agreed without hesitation.

He spent money on that.

But what Song Xun didn't expect was that Feng Yuanyi brought another person with him this time, a celebrity he mentioned last time whose looks were not inferior to Zheng Lanxing. Song Xun observed him quietly and felt that Zheng Lanxing was better looking.

Feng Yuanyi introduced them to each other.

The man's name is He Chong, and he is a second-tier actor. He has played roles in many film and television dramas, but they were all mediocre. However, he simply likes the profession of actor and is very open-minded.

Song Xun tends to feel uncomfortable when meeting strangers. He didn't expect Feng Yuanyi to really bring someone to him. It was so sudden that he felt a little restrained.

He Chong smiled, his expression warm and gentle: "Blame us for not telling you in advance. It was too presumptuous."

Even his voice was gentle and kind.

Song Xun gradually became less nervous. Although He Chong was not as good-looking as Zheng Lanxing, his personality was much better than Zheng Lanxing's.

He noticed at a glance that Song Xun was not used to drinking strong liquor, so he stood up and ordered him a glass of mild-flavored fruit sparkling wine. He also handed him some tissues and small items that were too far away, which naturally made people relax their guard.

There is no pressure in chatting with him. He will adapt to the other party's rhythm and style, and at the same time he is not lacking in humor and wit.

It was very comfortable to be with him. Song Xun relaxed unconsciously and a smile appeared on his face.

Zhao Huo captured this scene, bending over and typing on his cell phone keyboard.

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——If you don’t come soon, Chen Jinyan will be abducted by another man.

After a while, a new message popped up on the other side.

——What does it have to do with me?

Zhao Huo glanced over there and continued typing.

——It sounds like he’s a celebrity, and his methods are quite clever. I saw that Chen Jinyan had been tricked by him and was dizzy.

This time, the other party did not reply for a long time. Zhao Huo stared at the phone for a long time, suspecting that he had misunderstood. Could it be that Zheng Lanxing really had no feelings for Chen Jinyan?

Zhao Huo, who was lost in thought, didn't know that Zheng Lanxing, who was driving on the road without even a coat, was already on the road.

Chen Jinyan in the photo had a blush on her cheeks, perhaps because she had been drinking or something else. She looked at the man opposite her seriously, with a clear light flashing in her eyes.

He actually smiled at the man.

Zheng Lanxing honked the horn in annoyance.

The loud and harsh sound exacerbated the confusion, and Zheng Lanxing was stunned after noticing this emotion.

Even if Chen Jinyan was with someone else, what did it have to do with him? Why did he rush over in the middle of the night? What was he trying to achieve?

Zheng Lanxing pinched his eyebrows, not understanding what he was doing.

Go back? He began to hesitate, then frowned fiercely, and when the red light turned green, he stepped on the accelerator and sped towards the bar.

Chen Jinyan, that idiot, is not smart to begin with. He believes whatever others say. His friend's brother is also half a friend. He can't just watch his friend fall into a pit and die without helping him, right?

A low, beautiful singing voice flowed in the bar. Song Xun sat by the window, and opposite him was He Chong, who stood up to pour him a glass of water.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm happy to help you."

Song Xun put his hands on the glass and looked at Feng Yuanyi diagonally opposite him for help.

It was apparently fine at the beginning, and the topics discussed were all light-hearted and natural, without crossing the line. But things gradually started to go wrong, as He Chong would always insert some ambiguous and intimate words into the conversation.

Feng Yuanyi had no intention of caring about Song Xun's request for help, and seemed to be very happy to see it happen.

He Chong looked at Song Xun and said, "You get shy too easily. You can try to relax a little with me. It's okay."

The glass door of the bar was pushed open, bringing in the cool evening breeze from outside.

Before Song Xun could say anything, a familiar yet cold voice sounded first.

"Are you two familiar with each other? Why should I relax with you?"

Song Xun suddenly looked up and met the eyes of Zheng Lanxing who pushed the door open.

Zheng Lanxing had a very sour look on his face, and his handsome face looked as if someone owed him eight million and was full of resentment. He was striding towards him and stopped beside his seat.

"You come out."

He looked like he wanted to join in.

Song Xun always responded to the requests of his mission objects. He did not ask him why he came or what he came for, etc. He stood up and walked out very consciously.

Zheng Lanxing stepped in and sat in Song Xun's original seat.

...There's such a big space outside, so why bother making all this trip? Song Xun sat on the outside with a speechless look.

The decks are connected, with no barriers in between.

Zheng Lanxing sat casually, taking up a large space by himself. When Song Xun sat down, he inevitably touched his arm. The slightly cool touch made him look sideways.

Only then did I realize that on that night in late summer and early autumn, Zheng Lanxing went out wearing only a short-sleeved shirt.

"You went out without a coat?"

Zheng Lanxing said indifferently: "I'm afraid of the heat."

He was lying, Song Xun concluded that his arm was clearly cold when he accidentally touched it just now.

He Chong coughed twice: "Who is this?"

Song Xun really didn't know how to introduce Zheng Lanxing. It wasn't enough to call him a friend. At least in Zheng Lanxing's heart, he definitely couldn't be called a friend, let alone anything else.