The ruffian is hard to guard

Walking in front of Zhan Changsong, the man put away his stern face, obediently and even called out "Brother Zhan" obediently.

The second-generation ancestors couldn't accept this change for a while, only Zhan Changsong nodded casually: "Xiao Zhou, did you bring the money?"

"The belt is brought." The man looked around at the people sitting on the deck, his eyes instantly became deep and cold, "Brother Zhan came to the provincial capital to invite friends to drink, why didn't you bring me? Let me help you It’s also good to entertain friends and settle the bill in a warm place.”

After hearing this, the second-generation ancestors present were all silent, letting such a person with a strong aura who seemed to be in a stable position entertain him on the saddle, thinking about the style of painting is weird and terrifying.

Only Zhan Changsong felt that there was nothing serious about it. He didn't apologize at all, and said carelessly, "You're so busy, so I'm looking for you to make trouble for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice from far to near, and the flattery in it could not be suppressed by the loud music.

"Mr. Zhou, why don't you ask the secretary to say hello in advance so that I can arrange a VIP room for you."

Trotting all the way was the manager of the bar, followed by two foremen and three waiters in the VIP room.

The man named Mr. Zhou responded flatly: "Open a few bottles of the wine I have stored here, and you can arrange the other set meals and snacks. If you want the best, all consumption will be charged to my account."

"Okay, okay," the manager turned his head and ordered his subordinates, "Mr. Zhou is serving you well at this table, and you can't make any mistakes, do you know?"

President Zhou was stern and majestic, the hearts of the girls in the seat were swaying, and the second generation ancestors also looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering which kind of god and Buddha this is, how could Zhan Changsong send him like this?

Zhan Changsong said at this moment: "Zhou Bingyi, sit down when you come, don't just stand there."

The powerful Mr. Zhou immediately turned into a good boy, nodded gently, and sat beside Zhan Changsong.

Fei Fan's heart tightened, and he felt strange. Zhou Bingyi, a top-notch man, should be his natural dish. Why did his hairs stand on end when he appeared, and even when he sat next to Zhan Changsong, his heart felt slightly sour. meaning?

He leaned towards Zhan Changsong subconsciously, and the old man immediately turned his head and asked him, "What's the matter, do you need anything, I'll get it for you."

Fei Fan was quite satisfied with Zhan Changsong's performance. He lowered his voice and said with his eyelashes fluttering a few times, "I'm a little tired."

Zhan Changsong's heart seemed to be scratched by trembling eyelashes, causing fine and dense ripples.

She's so fucking soft and so delicate, who would believe that she's not a goblin?

"Tired?" He controlled himself not to hug Fei Fan, "Then shall we go?"

Fei Fan nodded lightly, pretending to be a little tired.

Old dog Zhan had never seen such a delicate Fei Fan before. Teacher Fei used to be energetic and heroic, either scolding himself or scolding himself by jumping.

He was so bewildered that he subconsciously took Fei Fan's hand and stood up.

"It's getting late. The country people go to bed early and are sleepy. Let's go first." He looked at Zhou Bingyi, whose buttocks hadn't warmed up yet, and said without apology, "Xiao Zhou, go back first. I'll call you when I'm free."

Zhou Bingyi was not annoyed, he quickly stood up and said, "I'll see Brother Zhan and..." He glanced at Fei Fan, not knowing what to call him.

"Teacher Fei." Zhan Changsong suddenly didn't want Zhou Bingyi to know Fei Fan's name.

"Mr. Fei, hello, let me take you and Brother Zhan back. Where do you live?" Zhou Bingyi hooked his fingers, and the secretary behind him had already handed him the car keys with the Bentley logo.

"No, let's go back by ourselves and take a walk to digest food." Zhan Changsong was a little irritable, and felt that Zhou Bingyi, who had a sullen face and few words, was easy to get along with.

"That's fine." Zhou Bingyi stepped aside, watched Zhan Changsong waved casually to him and led the young man out.

As soon as he got to the door, Zhan Changsong turned around and yelled, "What, Xiao Zhou, you send Teacher Fei's sister home, yes, she looks similar to Teacher Fei, but she is not as good-looking as Teacher Fei. You can't treat Fei Teacher's sister, why are you thinking so badly, or you will die." He gave Zhou Bingyi exactly what Fei Fan had warned him just now.

After saying that, the two disappeared from everyone's sight.

Zhou Bingyi shook his head and chuckled, and turned his head to look for the not-so-beautiful younger sister in the crowd.

A slender hand was raised, and the woman said softly "here".

Zhou Bingyi's eyes narrowed instantly, the hunter's excited and bloodthirsty eyes when he saw his favorite prey was hidden by him...very good.

......

"Who is that Zhou Bingyi?"

After leaving the bar, Fei Fan shook off Zhan Changsong's hand.

The night breeze relieved the dryness and heat, but made Fei Fan's mind dense.

The man walking in front is as dignified and handsome as before, but there seems to be something different from the past, like the gradually dimming sky, which makes people more and more unpredictable.

The man turned his head when he heard the question, and said indifferently: "So I know a child."

"Child?" Fei Fan was dissatisfied, he put away all his dignity, and returned to the boy who was incompatible with men and only wanted to find trouble, "He looks like a year or two younger than you."

Zhan Changsong was startled, and then nodded: "The children of poor families have already been in charge of the family. I have always regarded myself as an adult since I was a child. Now that I think about it, I was not good enough when I met him."

Fei Fan twitched the corner of his mouth and muttered, "He treats you well."

Full of jealousy.

Big fool Zhan didn't hear it, and waved his hand indifferently: "For he has a conscience, he didn't let me lose face today."

Fei Fan asked three or five questions, and seeing that Zhan Changsong's answer was still ambiguous, he shut up angrily.

Zhan Changsong saw Fei Fan puffed up his cheeks, and smiled helplessly: "Ancestor, if you want to know anything, just ask directly. Don't be afraid that I won't be able to hear the voice if you beat around the bush?"

"Stupid." Fei Fan scolded simply and rudely.

"Yes, yes, I'm stupid." The man stroked the young man's hair and said frankly, "I once sponsored Zhou Bingyi to study, and he was so respectful to me."

"Are you sponsoring Zhou Bingyi?" Fei Fan opened his eyes wide in disbelief, "Zhan Changsong, have you been drinking too much? What is his wealth, what is yours?"

Zhan Changsong chuckled, touched a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and said casually: "Don't look at him as the big president now, and he is very good at hugging and hugging. I think he was a poor little one back then, living in a slum like me. What hard work did you not do to go to school?"

Fei Fan pushed Zhan Changsong, and asked him to continue with a look of interest.

Zhan Changsong took a puff of cigarettes, and the old god said: "Back then, your brother and I opened a grocery store in the county. How should I put it, he was already a small fortune. I saw that he studied well, and he was a piece of material for school, so I helped him Paid for college tuition."