Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

Bai Nuannuan took two steps back, suddenly feeling that her behavior tonight was too boring.

The original body has always been full of family affection for Mr. Wen, which will also cause her to feel aggrieved by his behavior.

And whether the new Mr. Wen is a relative or an illegitimate child.

His face was not visible, and his fingers tightly squeezed the slender body of the goblet.

When the man came out of the bathroom, his face was blank, and he looked at the bosses who were still indifferent before leaving.

The moment was like a spring breeze, even showing on the face, showing off to Bai Nuannuan.

He drank the remaining half glass of red wine in one sip. The wine was steaming, and his lips and teeth were filled with the taste of wine.

He politely placed the wine glass on the tray served by the waiter.

Even on her face, Bai Nuannuan didn't show any dissatisfaction.

Mr. Song waved his hand and stopped the special assistant's endless introduction.

When they met for the first time, Mr. Song felt that this little girl was too beautiful and intrusive.

She has a beautiful face, especially her beautiful eyes, which are slightly narrow at the end, and the light in her pupils is calm and alert.

Her black curly hair fell down, with two pearl hair accessories pinned to her head. The red velvet dress made her fair complexion look like white jade.

Just standing there is hard to ignore.

Mr. Song frowned, and the special assistant couldn't guess what he was thinking.

Suddenly, the door to the business banquet was opened on both sides by the hotel waiter.

Mr. Song took a look.

The man who suddenly barged in was extremely familiar to him.

Ignoring all the eyes attracted by the sound at that moment, the man glanced roughly at the scene, and his eyes suddenly fixed in a certain direction.

The black shirt on his body is tough, and his body is tall and thin. When he walks, the folds of his shirt are held up by the outline of his bones.

The cuffs of his suit were folded upwards, and his fair skin showed under the cold light.

Mr. Song moved his eyes and clearly saw his treacherous son who was always against him walking in the direction of Bai Nuannuan.

Not even showing any face.

Bai Nuan Nuan took another sip of wine. Her wrist tightened, and a strong force forced her to subconsciously let go of the wine glass.

The expected scene of the wine glass breaking or the wine spilling did not occur. Instead, it fell steadily into a large and generous hand.

Bai Nuannuan turned her head to look at the man standing next to her with a little hesitation.

Under the cool light of the incandescent lamp, Song Luyan stood here erect, his Qingjun face looking particularly noble because of his lazy expression.

Being so close, Song Luyan could clearly smell the faint smell of alcohol on her body.

He glanced down at the half-filled wine glass, and when he spoke again, he unconsciously brought a bit of scolding anger and worry that he didn't realize he had: "How much have you drunk?"

Bai Nuannuan could barely stay awake, but she wasn't that awake either.

She blinked, as if she hadn't realized that such a big Song Luyan suddenly appeared in front of her.

"you you……"

Song Luyan had a calm face, held the big-tongued Bai Nuannuan firmly in his arms, and asked her: "What do I mean? Do you want me to meddle in my own business?"

Song Luyan even thought badly that even if she thought he was meddling tonight, he would take her away.

As long as he thought of her being arranged and selected like a commodity, Song Luyan couldn't suppress the surging anger in his heart.

It's like one's own treasures are coveted at will.

Bai Nuannuan fell into his arms, smelling the familiar fragrance of green wood, and her tense heartstrings relaxed unconsciously.

The distance between them was extremely close, so close that Song Luyan could even hear her breath that smelled of alcohol in his ears.

Stained with some sultry flavor.

Song Luyan retreated back with difficulty, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

In her ears was the sound of her gritting her teeth: "Help me, I can't let that bitch of a man underestimate me!"

Song Luyan subconsciously held her steady and asked a little unhappily: "Which dog man?"

For the dress she wore, the makeup artist paired her with a pair of eight-centimeter-high stiletto heels, which caused her feet to ache.

With Song Luyan beside him as a support, Bai Nuannuan obviously seemed much calmer and more composed.

She picked up Song Luyan and looked to the left: "It's that bitch who came out of nowhere and wants to compete with me for the Wen Group!"

The man was obviously confused, but he wasn't stupid.

The guests who had been chatting with him enthusiastically just now looked like they wanted to talk to the man in front of them. They didn't know what they were worried about, and they didn't come forward.

It was as if, from the first moment this man appeared, the situation between him and Wen Yinuan suddenly turned 180 degrees.

Even Mr. Wen, who cherishes words like gold, showed his first smile tonight: "It turns out that this kid Lu Yan is here."

Lu Yan?

The man obviously didn't know this person and just wanted to learn from him.

After making sure that Bai Nuannuan was fine, Song Luyan withdrew his gaze with relief and nodded slightly at Mr. Wen politely.

"Mr. Wen."

The polite greeting made the conversation stop for a while.

"I heard that you ran many companies abroad before. When did you come back? You didn't even say hello to me, an old man."

This is deliberately covering up Song Luyan's current e-sports activities.

Song Luyan's expression remained unchanged and he didn't care about the expressions of others at all.

"The old man misunderstood. I am currently playing e-sports and am not involved in things in the mall."

When he argued on the spot, Mr. Wen didn't feel that he was being disrespected. He smiled gently and said to him at the foot of the stairs: "You young people still have ideas."

Others also agreed.

Bai Nuannuan frowned, suddenly feeling sorry for Song Luyan.

Like Wen Qiaoyi, he just chose e-sports that he liked and did not inherit the family business.

Why do you look like an alien in their eyes?

Bai Nuannuan did not miss the disgust and contempt that naturally appeared on their faces when Song Luyan said the words "playing e-sports".

"Song Luyan!"

As soon as his neck was hooked, there was still a little surprise in Song Luyan's eyes, and there was a warm feeling in his ears.

"I seem to have drunk too much, please take me home."

Her acting skills have always been very good, and she looked very drunk, plus she kept blocking Mr. Wen's drink just now, which made her look very convincing.

Song Luyan lowered his eyes, and his heart, which had been cold for so many days, completely warmed up at this moment because of her words and this favoritism.

He raised his lips, put his arm around her shoulders, and answered with an extra voice: "Okay, I'll take you home."

"Yi Nuan just likes to have a bad temper, and we can't trouble this kid Lu Yan just because we have a good relationship with him."

Mr. Wen smiled and said: "Wen Yang, help Yinuan go to the rest room to rest."