After going through the anti-slag slag, he was mad at the beauties

"I guess I haven't figured it out yet."

"Can I make this request later?"

Su Zijiang stood aside, from the perspective of the audience, he seemed to be further away from Qi Ye.

But it's actually closer.

He heard a weak voice from Qi Ye's earplugs: "Yes."

Very faint very faint.

If it was another person standing here, he might not be able to hear it.

But Su Zijiang still heard it.

The person in front of him handed the business card to Su Zijiang: "Of course, this is my personal business card, please keep it."

Su Zijiang smiled, then bowed politely, "Thank you."

Then he hopped off the stage.

Then he ran to the corner as fast as he could, and entered the number on the business card in his hand into the dial key.

Pressed "Call".

After 30 seconds, the call got through.

At this moment, Su Zijiang's heart was pounding, and he could even clearly feel the beating of his heart, which was so violent and real.

He didn't know why he did it.

Ten seconds later, it was connected.

And the people on the stage were still talking and laughing happily with everyone, and everyone echoed.

The noise covered the entire banquet hall.

Su Zijiang was still in a panic when he heard a voice on the phone——

"Smart kid, I will reward you with one more wish."

The man's voice is low and charming, as addictive as alcohol, and I want to hear that voice again.

"However, you have to give me a present."

Words are clear.

Su Zijiang became even more nervous, his mind went blank, and he didn't know why he did it.

"Then... are you... still there?"

"At three o'clock, look up."

Su Zijiang turned to the three o'clock direction and looked up.

I saw a man holding a wine glass that was redder than blood. His hands were casually placed on sandalwood to form a guardrail. A black suit set off his perfect body proportions.

I couldn't see his face clearly because he was wearing a mask, but he could only see him smiling at Su Zijiang.

Different from Su Zijiang's bright smile, that smile had a sense of being pleased, like the devil got the treasure he wanted.

Is... the pianist?

He is... the real Qi Ye?

"Don't remember me?"

When Qi Ye asked this question, Nan Xi made Su Zijiang stupid. He had no impression of the real Qi Ye.

"bar."

A complete memory suddenly appeared in Su Zijiang's head...

He...he molested this upstart...

Just when I was experiencing the life of playing the piano in the slums, I made fun of him!

"I remembered?"

Su Zijiang's voice trembled: Um, um, yes, I'm sorry. "

"I drank...and killed you...that."

"Heh~" The charming voice started to seduce Su Zijiang again, "Which one is it?"

"Tune, tease..."

Su Zijiang looked like a child who did something wrong, lowered his head, his earlobes and face were red and hot.

There was a feeling of...a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, which made Qi Ye want to pull his earlobe, to see the blood pooling in the earlobe, and to see him trembling.

That should be an unparalleled visual feast.

It's really... tempting to commit crimes.

"Mr. Qi...I'm a good person," Su Zijiang wanted to explain, saving the country with curves, he couldn't ruin his reputation.

"I'm not the type to be irresponsible."

Qi Ye smiled with great interest, unprecedentedly patient, "And then?"

"I... I will be responsible for you."?