You, don't flirt!

As soon as he heard that Young Master Du was going to go out in person, the group of second-generation ancestors together with Xie San'er took over the Seven Flame Bar.The original guests were "sent" out without paying, and the sons and brothers also ran out of the private room on the second floor, running around the entire bar that was already empty.

The owner of the bar who took the money could only agree--among these young people who seemed to be foolish and out of shape, they could take out any one of them and make him hungry, so naturally he would not take the initiative to ask for trouble.

As for the request of the young master buddies to continue singing, the boss also agreed.

"Master Du, come on?"

Xie San'er glanced at the female singer humming with an ethereal voice with her eyes closed on the resident stage, and then looked at Du Wenjin with a smile.

Du Wenjin was appreciating the female voice, when Xie San'er glanced at her with pimp-like eyes, she couldn't help but frowned slightly, and said with a half-smile: "You still want to interrupt such a beautiful song?"

Xie San'er spread out his hands, making a "follow you" gesture, then picked up a bottle of foreign wine from the side, poured a glass, and saluted Du Wenjin from the air.

The corners of Du Wenjin's lips curled slightly, and she turned back lazily.

Waiting to hear that the music had entered the final chapter, Du Wenjin stood up, picked up the prepared wine, and walked towards the resident singing stage amidst the booing and laughter of the boys and buddies behind him.

When the last sound fell, Du Wenjin happened to stop in front of the woman.

Having noticed the movement before, the resident singer raised his head and looked at Du Wenjin.

The two looked at each other.

Obvious facial lines, individuality with unrestrained flamboyant taste, sexy lips, delicate and straight nose bridge... Although the face is painted with smoky makeup, it does not look decadent at all - on the contrary, it sets off a pair of black and white eyes It became brighter and cleaner.

...she really is a beauty.

Du Wenjin curled her lips and thought——

The eyes are especially beautiful... just a little inexplicably familiar.

What Du Wenjin didn't know was that Fang Miaomiao thought the same way when she first saw him in this bar——

Beauty, beautiful eyes.

Oh, and the tear mole is more beautiful.

- very familiar.

Catching the flash of interest in Fang Miaomiao's eyes, Du Wenjin curled his lips and raised the foreign wine bottle in his hand: "I wonder if I have the honor to treat you to a glass of wine?"

Fang Miaomiao put the electric guitar aside, and smiled flamboyantly:

"You are much more straightforward than your friends." As she spoke, she glanced at Xie San'er and the others, and then retracted, "Mr. Wen Jin."

However, Du Wenjin didn't seem to care that the other party had recognized her. She raised her eyes slightly and stepped on the table with one foot. The wine in her hand was shaking in the glass bottle, flashing a dazzling light——

"I listened to your music, and thought that you prefer to go straight..." His peach blossom eyes were narrow, and there was a beautiful smile at the end of his eyes, "I thought I was wrong?"

"No, you're right."

Fang Miaomiao nodded, seeming to be joking, "It seems that what is said outside is not all correct... At least Mr. Wen Jin shouldn't be an embroidered pillow like the media described?"

Du Wenjin blinked.

"I take it as a compliment."

Fang Miaomiao paused with a smile: "Mr. Wen Jin is not afraid that I will speak out?"

"Without video and photos as evidence, it won't have much impact on me." Du Wenjin seemed to have thought about this question early in the morning, and he answered without hesitation, with a smile on his face, "And if it's just about me The issue of private life style... There are already a lot of material on the Internet, no matter whether it is true or not, there are not one or two of them."

"So," he paused, "have a drink?"

Fang Miaomiao narrowed her eyes slightly: "Before I make a decision, why don't you agree to my request first?"

"……what?"

"Dance with me."

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Probably because he was worried about being spoiled by others, I don't know which son's bodyguards were assigned to stand outside the bar to "watch the door"——

Only allowed out, not allowed in.

As soon as Fang Zhihuai walked up the steps of Qiyan Bar, he was stopped by one of them.

The bodyguard in charge was reminded by his subordinates and quickly walked out of it.

From a long distance away, the captain of the bodyguard said in surprise, "Boss Fang?"

Fang Zhihuai didn't seem surprised that the other party recognized him. He glanced behind the captain, his black eyes slightly cold.

"Is there a bakery inside?"

"...Yes, this..." The captain of the bodyguard knew the identity of this person well, and he lost some confidence when he spoke.

Fang Zhihuai showed no expression, and just continued to ask: "Can't I enter?"

The bodyguard hesitated for a few seconds.

"A few of them are familiar with Mr. Fang, and I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet you—please come with me."

The two walked in one after the other.

The first floor of the bar was covered on the ground. Fang Zhihuai followed the captain of the bodyguards up the stairs. When he walked into the bar lobby, the atmosphere was reaching its climax in the ambiguous and dim lights——

Not far away, on the stage where all the light sources of the entire bar gathered, a sexy girl with a graceful figure and Du Wenjin were dancing close to each other.

The colorful lights cast an ambiguous shadow on them, and the dynamic and exciting music clamored every factor related to passion in the blood vessels. The slender legs and narrow waist and hips plunged into the depths of the pupils, as if they could evoke the most primitive emotions. desire……

The only difference from everyone in this bar is that Fang Zhihuai's gaze didn't stay on that sexy and enchanting woman at all. Instead, he focused on the other person almost scorchingly.

In the darkness, he finally didn't need to hide, his greedy voice was like a sharp knife, slowly sliding down the man's hair, refusing to miss a single mistake.

Passing over the light brown mole of tears and those charming eyes, passing over the high bridge of the nose and the lip line that made him irritated, passing over the white and fragile neck and the clothes that covered the eyes Body……

When a hot dance finally ended, Fang Zhihuai's eyes were as dark as splashed ink.

But at this moment on the stage, Du Wenjin relaxed his slightly unsteady breathing, and leaned back with a little sweat; the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, provoking a wicked and flamboyant smile, against the still porcelain white in the dark Her skin and the star-like tear mole gave her a sexy and arrogant temperament——

"……have a drink?"

However, unexpectedly, the woman on the stage shook her head and smiled back——

"Sorry, I don't want to find a boyfriend who is more attractive than me."

"..."

The smile froze on Du Wenjin's face.

Fang Miaomiao smiled and turned to step off the stage. She had just taken three steps and stopped.

Fang Zhihuai stood in front of her with deep eyes.

Looking down at her from above, there was some coldness of disapproval in his eyes.

Fang Miaomiao raised her lips.

She lowered her voice, at a volume only the two of them could hear—

"Sure enough, I'm not mistaken... This is the one that cost you your life?"

Fang Zhihuai didn't answer her.

Fang Miaomiao already had the answer.

She turned around, and smiled at Du Wenjin who suddenly turned cold when someone appeared on the stage not far away——

"You all lost, I decided to have a drink with him!"

Her fingers were on Fang Zhihuai behind her.

——Fang Miaomiao has always been smart and beautiful, and the group of people came up again and again with a glass of wine as the ultimate goal, and she had long guessed the reason behind it.

But at this time, the brothers not far away really came back to their senses.

It turned out that what they saw wasn't a drunken hallucination—that one from the Fang family was actually standing in the bar they reserved.

Only then did everyone rush forward to say hello.

——If you offend this person, if the family finds out, everyone will have to go back and drink a pot.

So after a while, except for Du Wenjin who was standing on the stage coldly, the group of second-generation ancestors all came to Fang Zhihuai's side.

Fang Miaomiao drank a glass of wine in disorder, stuffed another glass for Fang Zhihuai, said with a low laugh, "He wants to win this bet", then turned and ran away without a trace.

Fang Zhihuai shook the light brown wine in the short cup in his hand, and lifted his thin lips.

"Betting?"

The sons and brothers looked at each other and were a little flattered, someone joked about the previous bet.

Fang Zhihuai didn't speak again, and raised his eyes to look at the high platform.

On the high platform, Du Wenjin jumped down and walked to the side of the crowd.

"Thank you San'er for that matter, give it to me."

When he said this, he didn't even look at Fang Zhihuai, with his hands in his pockets and his eyes wandering.

Fang Zhihuai nodded.

Xie San'er looked at this, then at that, and grinned: "Young Master Du, don't worry, I will definitely settle it for you!"

Du Wenjin didn't go into details, and walked away.

Not two steps out, he was stopped by someone.

He turned his head and met the man's dark pupils.

There is also a low-pitched voice--

"that's it?"

Du Wenjin stared coldly, lifted her lips, and her smile had no warmth.

Word by word.

"This is what you owe me."

After finishing speaking, Du Wenjin turned around, walked out of the bar without hesitation, and went downstairs.

Those peach blossom eyes were full of coolness.

Just as he was extremely unhappy at the moment.

——Because he suddenly remembered that the reason why he thought that woman's eyes were beautiful and familiar just now was because of the deep black color, which happened to be very similar to someone.

"Fuck!"

Du Wenjin kicked the gravel hard, as if he wanted to kick out someone in his heart.

The moment he stopped, someone chased after him and stood in front of him.

"...Tomorrow you can go back to that crew and continue filming, no one will ask you to terminate the contract."

"..."

After two seconds of silence, Du Wenjin gritted her teeth, stepped forward abruptly, and picked up the man by the collar——

"How about me, what does it matter to you!?"

Looking at the little tiger in front of him who had sharpened its claws ignorantly, not only was Fang Zhihuai not annoyed, but the corners of his lips twitched.

He lowered his head, followed Du Wenjin's movement of grabbing the neckline, and gently kissed the back of the other's finger.

After a pause, I laughed dumbly.

"...You said it, I owe you."