Dressed as a substitute lover of a wealthy old man

When his patience was almost exhausted by the staggered neon lights, Pei Xiangyu glanced at a table not far away, and frowned slightly.

Ye Zixuan and Qiao Ning sat side by side, behaved intimately, and whispered a few words from time to time.

He walked over with a sullen face, glanced condescendingly between the two, and finally looked at Qiao Ning: "You're doing well, come to this kind of place?"

Qiao Ning had been immersed in Pei Xiangyu's prestige for many years, almost subconsciously she was about to stand up, but Ye Zixuan pushed her behind her.

"Mr. Pei, Qiao Ning is not a child anymore, you have no right to interfere with him."

Pei Xiangyu glanced at Ye Zixuan who was challenging him.

"You don't know what Qiao Ning is doing, you just control him blindly, you are too selfish!"

"Second Young Master Ye," Pei Xiangyu smiled instead of anger, gently stroking the folds on Ye Zixuan's shoulders, "You better find out who you are talking to like this."

In a word, Ye Zixuan's arrogance suddenly cooled down by half.

"...Is this Qiao Ning?"

"Impossible, how could people like them come to such a place blatantly."

"Fuck, the one next to him can't be Ye Zixuan!"

"Being popular and the best movie star, the rumors about their affair can't be true..."

"Who is that man next to him? He looks a bit fierce?"

From the moment Ye Zixuan stood up, people around him have been attracted by the unusual atmosphere here one after another. In a short while, someone has recognized the two of them, and someone even took out their mobile phone to take pictures of this side.

Ye Zixuan was the first to realize that the situation was wrong, grabbed the hat next to him and put it on for himself and Qiao Ning, but Qiao Ning seemed to have been turned on, lifted the hat, and stared aggressively at Pei Xiangyu.

Qiao Ning's usually calm face was a bit ferocious, his eyes were red, and he said word by word: "I'm not Lu Fangqian, you can't punish me for her mistakes!"

"Qiao Ning! Talking is not big or small!"

"Snapped--"

Song Ming looked at Qiao Ning's face turned to one side, but he still couldn't make it in time.

"Zixuan, take Xiao Ning and hurry up, don't stay here!"

He decisively drove out those two highly topical people, calmed down the emotions of the surrounding customers, and then sat down next to Pei Xiangyu.

"Xiao Ning is ignorant, and I don't know that you are doing it for his own good, but there are some things he said that make sense... Okay, okay, I won't say anything."

After being glared at by Pei Xiangyu, Song Ming immediately shut up.

Since Pei Xiangyu officially took over everything in the Pei family ten years ago, no one dared to mention the name Lu Fangqian in front of him.

I don't know where Qiao Ning heard the gossip, so he came directly to touch the tiger's ass.

Should he sigh with emotion that he is indeed a child raised by Pei Xiangyu?

"You still haven't said what you are doing here today?"

Seeing that Pei Xiangyu had returned to his usual inscrutable look, Song Ming hurriedly lifted the alarm.

"It's nothing." Pei Xiangyu glanced at the time, "I'm going back, you should be busy."

Song Ming: ...

Suddenly there was a loud whistle in the arena, and the atmosphere on the dance floor became lively again. Pei Xiangyu paused, saw the situation on the stage clearly, squinted his eyes slightly, and sat down again.

"Don't go?"

"You are busy with your work."

Song Ming: ...

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On the stage, lights and shadows intersected, and the music was exciting. Tong Yuan was pushed in front of the stage by Ning Yue with his arms turned upside down. The waist under the pure white clothes swayed gently with Ning Yue's control. For a while.

Pei Xiangyu took a sip of wine, feeling the flickering bubbles on the tip of his tongue and the astringency at the root of his tongue, and watched the performance on stage calmly.

Tong Yuan, who is under the control of others, appears and disappears in the light of time, and occasionally a hand comes across in front of him, lifting up the drooping hem of his clothes, revealing a bit of imaginative skin, and then loosening it abruptly, doing his best to provocate thing.

"Excuse me, have you been sitting here?"

Hearing the sound, Pei Xiangyu looked up, and saw a middle-aged man with a bald head in a mandarin jacket and round cloth shoes, and a woman dressed casually.

"Excuse me."

Before he could speak, the woman covered her ears and stepped back to answer the phone. After a while, she came back and whispered something to the middle-aged man.

"Wait a moment."

The middle-aged man was obviously speaking to the woman, and then he sat next to him, staring at the stage intently.

Pei Xiangyu followed his gaze and looked over.

Tong Yuan was very close to the person behind him, kneeling on the high platform, being forced down by the other person's body, the loose hem of the clothes slipped down on purpose, revealing a charming scene.

The spectators below were so excited that they stretched out their hands, but they could only reach their pants.

With the agitation of the music, the thin waistline on the stage jumped up, and the hem of the clothes was held in Tong Yuan's mouth, and the thin white but strong waist was exposed in front of everyone, causing a lot of exclamations.

The middle-aged man looked at it for a while and then left with the woman. Pei Xiangyu picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

The nights of a few days ago came vividly before him, and from a long distance, Pei Xiangyu seemed to be able to see the scorching tear mole at the end of the child's eye.

He parted the crowd and walked all the way to the front of the stage.

-

Tong Yuan was playing high, and the lights, shadows and music all made people stand up. He violently pulled off his shirt and threw it out. The poor man who was hit by the audience took off his clothes, revealing a fascinating face.

Tong Yuan narrowed his eyes, locked his eyes on Pei Xiangyu, leaned back, and pressed his back against Ning Yue.

"Tongtong, you're on the right track!"

Ning Yue praised him, and unambiguously climbed up his chest with a hand, followed the muscle texture all the way down, and put it on his waist button...

Looking at Pei Xiangyu's eyes that became more turbulent because of him, Tong Yuan continued to be excited until he got off the stage, dizzy for a few seconds, and his eyes were filled with white light.

Suddenly, his body felt cold, and his bare back touched the crisp fabric. With a jerk, he was pushed into an unknown corner.

The burning breath sprayed on the neck, it was like passing a pillow to a sleepy person, Tong Yuan twisted his body, pressed against Pei Xiangyu, and bit his lip.

Until the tip of the tongue tasted a hint of sweetness.

The stamina of being too high finally passed a little bit, Tong Yuan licked Pei Xiangyu's lips eagerly, and buried his face on his shoulder.Every nerve ending is extremely active, the body is trembling slightly, and the heartbeat is almost spitting out of the throat.

Pei Xiangyu stretched out his thumb and rubbed it against his lips, seeing a dark red in the dim light.

He hugged his trembling body into his arms, groped along the spine one by one, and pinched the back of Tong Yuan's neck.