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Lu Qingchen took his coat and asked Cui Xiu to contact the driver and wait downstairs in the company.

The Wanye Club was a little far away from the Qingshi Group. After driving for more than an hour, they arrived at their destination. Lu Qingchen got out of the car, and Jiang Qi sent him the location of the box.

He walked towards the reserved box, and when he opened the door, the box was full of excitement.

Smoke, perfume, alcohol.

Lu Qingchen didn't like this atmosphere very much. He saw Jiang Qi and walked over.

Everyone who saw him greeted him one after another.

After Lu Qingchen nodded, he sat on the sofa next to Jiang Qi, raised his hand and poured himself a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it all, and then leaned on the sofa with his eyelashes drooping.

Jiang Qi turned his head: "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Qingchen looked up at Jiang Qi, and asked in a low voice, "Did you already know about Ye Qiao?"

He doesn't believe Jiang Qi, but he doesn't know. As far as he knows, Jiang Qi's younger brother, Jiang Ting, is among Ye Qiao's group of "hunters and friends". How good is the relationship between people.

Jiang Qi loves his younger brother very much, so he will not be ignorant of Ye Qiao's identity.

In this way, he was severely swayed by Ye Qiao and Jiang Qi's younger brother.

And he knew nothing from beginning to end.

Thinking of this, Lu Qingchen smiled sarcastically.

Jiang Qi was silent for a while, nodded, and he pressed his lips: "This... I should apologize to you, I wanted to remind you, but..."

He seems too tactful?

Due to some external reasons, it was difficult for him to tell Lu Qingchen about this frankly.

Lu Qingchen suddenly didn't want to dwell on this matter anymore: "Forget it, it doesn't matter now anyway."

If you are played, you will be played, and you still have to investigate how you were played. Is it to deepen your shame?The more you pursue it, the more inferior you seem to be.

He poured another glass of wine, his expression extremely indifferent.

"Mr. Lu, do you want to play a game?" shouted the bosses who were playing mahjong not far away.

He was already prepared to be rejected, but Lu Qingchen got up, walked over, and said in a cold voice, "Okay."

Immediately, someone stepped back consciously, and Lu Qingchen sat down.

Jiang Qi was sitting on the sofa, playing with his mobile phone with his head down. He has almost finished playing, and now he is taking a break.

After playing Xiaoxiaole for a while, he received a call from Jiang Ting.

"Brother, where are you?"

"I'm socializing with people in Wanye." Jiang Qi replied.

"Transfer me some money." Jiang Ting said in a low tone, "You may not believe it, but Ye Qiao drank my pocket money."

This time he paid the bill, Ye Qiao ordered all the most expensive wine bottle by bottle, and drank it down for himself. Each bottle of these wines cost hundreds of thousands. He knew Ye Qiao was so ruthless, so he took Ye Qiao there. It must be a bar with thousands of dollars a bottle of wine, not the most expensive private collection bar in Beijing.

Jiang Qi: "How much do you want?"

Jiang Ting calculated the account and reported it to him. Jiang Qi said that he would call the secretary later and ask the secretary to transfer it to him. Jiang Ting said oh, and said, brother, you have a good time and are about to hang up the phone, listening with sharp ears It's Jiang Qi's voice here.

"Mr. Lu, if you don't make a name for yourself, you're a blockbuster! You can hit all the dragons and seven pairs!"

"I can't afford to be offended."

"continue."

He paused, thoughtful as he hung up the phone.

Beside him, Ye Qiao had already filled an unknown number of bottles of wine, the empty wine bottles were piled up all over the floor, Xu Zhixing and the others beside him were persuading, Ye Qiao, with red eyes, took the next bottle and opened the cap, looking up The head poured down the throat.

His mind was full of Lu Qingchen's figure without turning his head, and that sentence: "Ye Qiao, don't make me look down on you."

Why not drunk?Why not drunk?

If he was drunk and slept for three days and nights, he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable and in such pain.

"Bastard... bastard..." he murmured while drinking.

When you like him, you will laugh when you see him, and when he softens his tone, you will give in. No matter what he wants, you will give him. When you feel unfeeling, no matter how much he pleads, you will be indifferent?

He gritted his teeth, wishing he could crush the tip of his tongue, and even more wishing he could find Lu Qingchen at this moment, press Lu Qingchen on the bed, and fuck Lu Qingchen until he couldn't say a word. The words that opened his mouth were more indifferent than anyone else. To hurt someone.

Everything about Xu Xutu was forgotten by him.

After he finished drinking, he wanted to take another bottle, but Jiang Ting took the wine out of his hand.

"Lu Qingchen is with my brother." Jiang Ting said slowly.

Ye Qiao suddenly fixed her eyes on him, as if she wanted to kill someone.

Jiang Ting: "It's not what you think, my brother is straight, he's at the Wanye Club to socialize with others, and Lu Qingchen is also there."

Coincidentally, the Manyo Club is not far from here, and it only takes 10 minutes to walk, and it is faster to run.

"It's this time, why are you mentioning him?" Xu Zhixing frowned: "Could it be that you still want Brother Qiao to find him?"

"They have made it clear that they want to break up and dump our brother Qiao, but they still get together. Isn't this..."

Before that scumbag could say anything, Ye Qiao stood up abruptly from the sofa, knocked open the coffee table and ran out.

Holding the unopened bottle of wine in his arms, Jiang Ting lazily leaned against the sofa and filled in the last three words for him in a slow voice: "Too cheap?"

Xu Zhixing glared at him: "Jiang Ting! Did you do it on purpose??"

Jiang Ting glanced at him meaningfully: "I can make money when he falls in love, but I lose money when he falls in love."

Ever since Ye Qiao returned to the gangster team after breaking up in love, his small coffers have been emptied by a third.

Smart people know how to choose.

In the box of the Wanye Club, after Lu Qingchen beat him twice, someone called him to accompany him.

Accompanied by men and women, young and beautiful.

Those who should pour wine pour wine, and those who should pass cigarettes pass cigarettes.

Lu Qingchen didn't pay attention at first, until a boy approached him, blew on his face, passed the cigarette to his lips, and asked softly, "Brother, do you smoke?"

He frowned, turned his head sideways, and was about to say no, when he saw the other person's face, he was in a daze.

The next moment, the door was kicked open.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Qingchen only felt a gust of wind blowing, and a hand stretched out in front of him, grabbed the boy who was handing the cigarette, and then punched him.

"Ahhhh!! What are you doing!!"

The faces of the bosses playing mahjong changed, and they hurried to stop them.

"Who are you?! Where did you come from? If you don't leave, we will call the police!!"

"How do you hit someone! Do you know that beating is against the law?!"

An attendant also chased in from behind, "Sir! You can't enter these boxes randomly! We have already called the police, sir!"

Lu Qingchen sat in his original position and raised his eyes to look.

He saw Ye Qiao, Ye Qiao pressed the accompanying boy to the ground, fisted again and again, his expression was fierce and violent, his eyes were red and vicious.

The scene was a mess.

"Ye Qiao." He shouted calmly, "Stop."

Ye Qiao stopped and looked back at Lu Qingchen.

He couldn't describe the scene he saw when he kicked open the door just now, and he was so angry that he wished to destroy the world.

Amid the smog, the handsome boy passed a cigarette to Lu Qingchen with a smile, and Lu Qingchen turned his head to the side as if to hold it in his mouth. They were so close that they could kiss in the next moment.

So ambiguous.

so intimate.

The boy under him had blood from his nose and lips, and his nose was dripping from crying.

Ye Qiao slowly came to his senses, he let go of the boy, staggered to his feet, his eyes were red with mist, and he asked Lu Qingchen word by word: "Why?"

He pointed to the boy on the ground, with a suppressed hate tone at the end: "You are so fast, do you want to find the next one? Or are you so low-ranking?"

Accompanying a club?

He bent his lips coldly, and said in a mocking tone, "Don't you find it disgusting, Lu Qingchen?"

"He doesn't know how many men he has laid down, and his hands touched the face of a greasy old man. How can you talk to such a low-class man?"

Alcohol and jealousy overwhelmed his sanity, causing him to speak uncontrollably.

The words that Lu Qingchen wanted to explain disappeared in his throat. He looked at Ye Qiao expressionlessly, his dark pupils were calm: "Ye Qiao, you are not popular in my eyes."

Pursuing excitement, taking drugs, squandering life... There is no pursuit as a person, extravagance and lust, eating together and waiting to die.

It was hard for him to imagine that he would fall in love with such a person.

Ye Qiao stood on the spot, listened to his words, and blinked.

In the red eyes, the water mist condensed into tears, and fell from the center of his eyes.

When a man struggles to keep his tears from falling, they collect under the center of the eye until they can no longer hold them and overflow.

He murmured: "Not popular?"

What could hurt more than this?The person he likes the most and loves the most, said that in his eyes, he is also a person who is not popular.

But he is doing better for Lu Qingchen. He quit his bad habits, studied hard, learned other new skills, and took his work seriously.

When filming, sometimes I only slept for less than three hours a day, wore summer clothes in winter and winter clothes in summer, and was hung in the air by Wia for half a day, repeating the same action non-stop.

He hates these things very much, but because it is Lu Qingchen, he is willing to continue, wants to be better, wants to be more dazzling, wants to be worthy of Lu Qingchen...he is seriously...to change OK.

Xu Zhixing and the others also rushed up from behind. Hearing these words, Xu Zhixing and the others exploded: "Who do you think is not popular? You?!"

Lu Qingchen took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Ye Qiao really forced his self-cultivation and rationality for so many years to the point of collapse. He was really enraged by Ye Qiao's words just now, so he said such words.

He opened his eyes again and saw Ye Qiao's legs.

Ye Qiao's leg pants were torn and bleeding, and he didn't know what he hit.

"Are you hurt?" He subconsciously asked.

Ye Qiao looked at him without blinking, tears streaming down her face: "Do you care?"

"In your eyes, I'm not popular, so you won't feel it if I die, right?"

Lu Qingchen was startled by his death word, followed by even greater anger, he said with a cold face: "Of course not."

Jiang Ting and Jiang Qi looked at each other and walked up to Jiang Qi.

Jiang Qi said softly, "You told him?"

Tell Ye Qiao that Lu Qingchen is here, otherwise how could Ye Qiao come here so quickly.

Jiang Ting quietly covered his face.

After a while, the police came and asked them all to go to the police station.

The author has something to say: what keeps me updated.

It's poverty and the desire to write.

dbq I am going to open a pre-received article today, but my saved manuscript can insist that I finish writing the character design.

I wanted to write that Brother Lu made a move to settle it, but after thinking about it, it’s better to run the police station on a business-like basis.