Chapter 39

Feiran reached out and pinched her chin: "It doesn't look like you're drunk?"

"Then brother will feed you some more."

He casually picked up a glass of wine by the table and took a big sip.

He didn't swallow, but turned Qiao Wei's head towards him, then lowered it towards her mouth.

The pain from her chin made Qiao Wei wake up a little bit.

Especially that disgusting face, which dilated a little bit in her pupils.

Qiao Wei stretched out her hand subconsciously, trying to push him away.

Don't talk about her drunk.

Even in normal times, her strength cannot compete with a man.

Shen Mengyao saw that Feiran was about to succeed.

Her eyes moved a little.

Does this director really have nothing to do with Qiao Wei?

It's been so long since the text message was sent, but no one has arrived.

Did she guess wrong?
Not reconciled, Shen Mengyao took out her phone and clicked on continuous shooting.

She even turned her phone sideways for a better picture.

It happened to be a borrowed seat.

Qiao Wei reached out to push Feiran, but he grabbed her wrist instead.

The dislocation made their lips stick tightly together, as if they were embracing each other.

This photo is truly mind-boggling.

Shen Mengyao was secretly elated before she came.

"boom……"

A loud bang.

The door of the private room was directly kicked open from the outside.

Xiao Zifan was dressed in black, with broken hair scattered on his forehead.

The eyes covered by the strands of hair exuded a hint of coldness.

Especially his whole body was still stained with the wind and dust of the night.

It was this figure that made the entire private room suddenly quiet.

Quiet only the accompaniment in the stereo.

Feiran turned around very irritatedly.

It's only a second away from succeeding!

It was the short-sighted one on the horse who interrupted his good deeds.

It's just that before the wine in his mouth could be swallowed hastily, he was grabbed by someone.

Immediately afterwards, the eyes went black.

There was a burst of dizziness, and a piercing pain appeared on half of his face.

"Who are you on the horse, want to die? How dare you beat the old..." Son!

Before he could say the word "zi", he saw the person standing in front of him condescendingly.

no one else!

He is the sole heir of Star Entertainment: Xiao Zifan.

"Fan Shao?"

Fei Ran's face was full of astonishment, it was difficult to find himself from the scene just happened.

The e-sports circle and the entertainment circle do not have much intersection.

The people sitting in this room may not know who the demon god is.

But no one didn't know Xiao Zifan's identity.

almost the same time.

Those who reacted from the shock stood up in unison.

"Fan Shao?"

"Fan Shao, why are you here?"

"Where..."

Xiao Zifan walked to Qiao Wei's side as if there was no one in the room.

It's completely different from the aura of beating someone just now.

There is a touch of patience and softness between the brows.

He first took away the mobile phone that Qiao Wei was holding.

Thinking of the moment when she might be holding the phone and waiting for her message.

There was an uncontrollable pain in his heart.

His gaze inadvertently glanced at the shocking blue and purple scar on his arm.

The pain in his heart deepened a bit.

Qiao Wei's skin is very fair.

Those injuries are particularly eye-catching!

Obviously just made it out.

If he wasn't so hypocritical, she would have been fooled just because she didn't know him well.

Maybe, she won't be bullied here alone and helpless.

Especially the moment he pushed open the door.

Feiran pinched her chin.

Men know exactly what that means.

If he comes a second later...

Xiao Zifan didn't speak!

After tidying up Qiao Wei's things, he helped her up from the sofa.

He glanced at Fei Ran who was still sitting on the ground after being beaten, his eyes were dark like the sea in the middle of the night...

(End of this chapter)

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