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If Ruan Ye was present, he would be no stranger to this title.

Lu Xian has been single for many years. It's not that there are no people in the circle who want to make friends. There are men and women who rush forward, but the Zhang family is so ambitious and stupid that he is really the only one.

If he were to describe the other party, it would be that if you steal chickens, you will lose money, and if you lose your wife, you will lose your army.

However, these parties seem to have no accurate cognition.

The bright-looking woman wore a tube top dress, emphasizing her sexy lines. She pursed her lips and smiled, "Lu Xian, long time no see."

Lu Xian nodded slightly.

He was a little surprised to see people from the Zhang family here. After all, Miss Zhang and the Ruan family had a bad quarrel before, and the Zhang family should not be invited to the birthday banquet.

Miss Zhang San didn't know what he was thinking, she smiled happily, "Since it's such a coincidence, why don't we have a drink together."

She snapped her fingers and brought two glasses of wine from the waiter's tray.

Lu Xian didn't answer.

He looked at her silently, with a cold expression.

Ms. Zhang San seemed to be thinking of something, pursed her lips, and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I did something wrong when I was young and ignorant. Mr. Lu is magnanimous, so he won't still care about me."

She raised her head and drank the wine in her hand, "This glass is your apology."

Speaking of this, it would be rude to be too fussy.

He ignored the wine handed to him, picked up a glass from the waiter's tray, and took a sip.

Ms. Zhang San laughed, and put the extra wine glass back on the tray in a natural manner, "My father's birthday will be in January. I wonder if Mr. Lu will show his respect?"

Lu Xian refused lightly, "Sorry, I already have an appointment at that time."

It is obviously a perfunctory way to say such a reason without knowing the exact time, but Ms. Zhang San's expression remained unchanged, as if she didn't understand the meaning, she nodded as if understanding, "It's because I didn't think carefully. gone."

She still wanted to speak, but Lu Xian no longer had the patience to deal with it any longer.

He nodded slightly, and left sideways, "Excuse me."

Before he took two steps, Lu Xian saw Song Jue walking towards him. Their eyes met across the crowd, and Song Jue showed a smile.

Lu Xian's eyes flickered for a moment, and the next moment, a cold liquid splashed on his body.

The waiter shook his hand, and the tray hit the carpet with a dull sound.

He lowered his head, his face was pale, and he kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry sir..."

Lu Xian lowered his eyes.

The dark suit jacket soaked up the water, and nothing unusual could be seen, but the wet and greasy liquid stained the white shirt, and the uncomfortable touch made him frown.

He pursed his lips a little annoyed.

The person in front of him is still making amends.

He raised his hand, and was about to wave back the opponent, but suddenly his temple jumped up.

A sharp female voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "How do you do things?"

He pressed his forehead, trying to identify the voice.

Consciousness is gradually sinking.

A gust of sweet and fragrant wind blew by, and he felt someone holding his arm and whispering something in his ear.

But he couldn't hear a word.

The bright light made him unable to open his eyes, and the gradually stronger fragrance made him dizzy even more.

Lu Xian was supported to walk out, his drowsy consciousness made him lose his judgment for a moment, and he walked a few steps along with his strength, the light in front of him seemed to dim.

He closed his eyes as the familiar dull ache in his temples jolted him awake a little.

The woman next to her was suddenly pushed away by a strong force.

Song Jue's face was gloomy, and the rage in his heart made his chest rise and fall. He could hardly imagine that if he was a step late, a moment late, this woman, this woman...

How dare she? !

Lu Xian raised his palm and pressed his hand, "Song Jue."

Song Jue gave her a hard gouged look, but he didn't bother to pester her anymore. He supported Lu Xian worriedly, "Uncle Lu, you—"

Lu Xian stopped his words, he closed his eyes and said softly, "Miss Zhang San, the Zhang family, it's fine..."

He seemed to be smiling, but he was so cold that people could not wait to retreat three feet immediately, "I accept this great gift."

Miss Zhang San bit her lip, trembling with fear, but still opened her mouth stubbornly, "Lu Xian, listen to me—"

Song Jue couldn't hold back his anger any longer, "Get lost!"

The next moment, Lu Xian's hot palm was pressed on Song Jue's shoulder, and he couldn't stand upright, almost half of his weight was leaning on his body.

The dizziness and pain came alternately, accompanied by the rising desire in the lower abdomen, which gradually pulled Lu Xian's sanity away.

He clenched his jaw and walked towards the elevator with difficulty.

Song Jue's heartbeat suddenly became out of rhythm for some reason.

Lu Xian tried his best to breathe steadily, but his voice couldn't hide the rush, "Call Yuan Yu over."

Song Jue stopped suddenly.

The heart that had been beating violently just now fell heavily.

The piercing pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow and gradually spread to all limbs.

He looked up at Lu Xian.

Lu Xian didn't get a response, and his black eyes that gradually lost focus looked at him in a daze.

The question that came to Song Jue's mouth was swallowed down again.

He took the phone silently, stroked the keys several times with his fingertips, and finally dialed the number.

The door was opened.

When Lu Xian was put on the bed, he regained his sobriety for a moment, and he warned, "When he arrives, you should leave first."

Song Jue pursed her lips into a line.

He seemed to say something, but Lu Xian couldn't hear it clearly.

Lights went out.

The bedroom door was closed.

The lingering heat in his body burned Lu Xian's mind, but his weak body made him unable to raise any strength.

He pursed his thin lips tightly, and his face gradually lost color.

Maybe it was a long time, or maybe it was just a moment, he felt the door was pushed open, and a light fell on his face.

The palm covered with water vapor covered his body. He opened his eyes, but his vision was blurred. In the almost dark environment, he could only see the corner of the white clothes moving in front of his eyes.

Yuan Yu seems to have always liked white shirts, he thought vaguely.

For a moment when the mind was relaxed, the raging desire took over, Lu Xian could no longer restrain his instinct, turned over and pressed the person under him.

The author says:

Yuan Yu:? ?Does the white shirt have to be me?