After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

night.

From the outside, it looked like a shabby and small bar. Even the name on the signboard was dimmed, leaving only the word "night" crumbling in the cold wind.

When Nan Zijin got out of the car and saw such a scene, his forehead couldn't help but twitch: "Is this a good place for drinking as you said?"

Shang Ji was dressed in a black trench coat, and his stern face was reflected by a flickering neon light, adding an indescribable evil look to his handsome features.

He stood there, his deep eyes falling on the word "night". In just two seconds, he opened his long legs and walked inside.

"Hey, no, you really went in." Nan Zijin was speechless and followed in with disgust.

The outside of the bar is shabby, and the inside is not much better, but there are still quite a lot of people. The dance floor is crowded with a bunch of men and women, whether they know each other or not, teasing and teasing each other, all kinds of things. Demons dance wildly.

The entire bar dance floor occupied almost two-thirds of the space, and there were very few booths. Not only that, at a glance, Nan Zijin saw that the backs of the booths were entirely hollow, covered with a layer of The skin is already rotten.

It is simply as miserable as it is to behold!

Nan Zijin simply didn't want to look at it for a second. He frowned and looked at Shang Ji: "What kind of style did you have to find this place? No, I can't accept it. I will change it now."

He said taking out his cell phone and heading out.

"No need." Shang Ji said calmly, his eyes swept around the entire bar, and finally landed on the corridor leading to the restroom.

The corridor was long and dark, with discarded garbage on the ground and some vulgar advertisements posted on the walls. At the end of the corridor is the bathroom. The hygiene seems to be very bad. It seems that you can smell something coming from the door so far away from the bathroom.

After Shang Ji finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the bar next to him. He sat casually on a high chair, raised his hand and snapped his fingers at the bartender. He unbuttoned two shirts and ordered a glass of wine.

When Nan Zijin turned around after making the call, he saw that Shang Ji was almost drunk, and he couldn't help but be speechless for a while.

Their appearance and temperament were so outstanding that they attracted countless pairs of eyes almost as soon as they entered.

So just a few seconds after Shang Ji sat down, a woman with big waves and a short leather skirt sat next to him.

If this was a place they were familiar with, and everyone inside knew Shang Ji, there would never be such a blind person trying to get involved.

Even if there was, Shang Ji wouldn't pay attention to it.

But Nan Zijin was shocked to see that Shang Ji not only ignored him, but also accepted the wine he invited.

"Isn't this someone's soul?" Nan Zijin muttered and walked over there.

The music in the bar was so loud that Nan Zijin's head hurt.

But Shang Ji refused to leave, so he had no choice but to sit down next to him.

In less than five minutes, more than a dozen women came over to strike up a conversation. Shang Ji welcomed all comers and drank the toasts given to them by everyone.

"No, you don't have a fever, right?" Nan Zijin frowned: "Even if your marriage to the banker fails, you won't be forced to come here to find a partner, right?"

Shang Ji drank so much wine, but there was no trace of drunkenness on his face.

Listening to Nan Zijin's words, his deep facial features looked even more charming and alluring under the dim lights in the bar.

"I heard here——"

Just as he spoke, his eyes suddenly paused and fell on the door of the bar.

Nan Zijin turned around: "What - Song Xi'er? Am I right?"

Nan Zijin raised his hand and rubbed his eyes as he spoke.

In the end, I was sure that I was right. It was really Song Xier.

Compared with other people who came to the bar, Song Xier behaved a bit sneakily. She was wearing a sweater, slightly bent over, and wearing a sweater hat on her head, only revealing a little bit of her fair face in profile, under the dim light in the bar. The white one is a bit shiny.

She stood at the door for a few seconds, raised her head slightly and looked inside the bar, as if she was looking for something.

Shang Ji and Nan Zijin were sitting at the bar, and there were other people sitting next to them, so Song Xier didn't see them.

"What is she doing?" Nan Zijin asked doubtfully, "Is she here to find you?"

In fact, Nan Zijin originally seemed to be here to catch your traitor, right?

Song Xier's behavior was really too strange.

Shang Ji said nothing, but looked at Song Xier without looking away.

……

Song Xi'er followed Yang Jie in. Because she was afraid of being discovered, she didn't follow too closely, so she couldn't find anyone after she came in.

When she was anxious, a drunk man came over to her with a drink: "Little sister, are you alone? Brother, let me buy you a drink."

"No need." Song Xi'er frowned and said, turning away and going in, but how could the other party let her go so easily, and directly raised his hand to hug Song Xi'er's waist.

But before his hand touched Song Xi'er's body, Song Xi'er dodged it with a deft move.

Not only that, Song Xi'er stretched out a foot while dodging. The man, who was already drunk, jumped forward due to this trip.

And Song Xi'er seemed to have predicted his actions. A second before the man tripped, she raised her hand and touched the butt of the young lady in front of her without looking back.

"Ah, rascal!"

When the young lady screamed in panic, the man rushed towards her, and his hand directly grabbed the other person's breast that was turned around.

The time is just right, neither too early nor too late.

The young lady also had a boyfriend beside her. When she saw her girlfriend being raped in front of her, she became very angry and took action immediately.

During this period, Song Xi'er had quietly walked past several people as if nothing had happened. Her fair face showed no emotion, even a little cold. Her pair of brown eyes calmly continued to look around the bar. Yang Jie's figure.

"Fuck!" Nan Zijin stood up directly: "Am I right? That was really the Song Xi'er I knew just now?"

Shang Ji held the wine glass with one hand, and his well-jointed fingers looked very nice against the wall of the glass.

His eyes fell on Song Xi'er from beginning to end, and he naturally saw the scene just now.

Nan Zijin turned around: "Why don't you speak?"

Shang Ji laughed and asked, "What did you say?"

"Say--"

Just as Nanzi Jin spoke, he saw Shang Ji put down his wine glass, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom.

At the end of the bathroom, Song Xi'er was standing sideways.