First Love Performance Art [Entertainment]

Before Pei Shinian could see more clearly, the two had already abducted and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

When Pei Shinian returned, the two elder brothers were clinking glasses and chatting. He returned to his seat and said, "I just saw the prince of Yunmeng Films."

He frowned uncertainly, turned his head and said to Mu Ye, "It seems that he came with your demon king fan."

Mu Ye paused when he put the cup down, and looked away.

"But I may have misread it." Pei Shinian said, "The crown prince has gathered a party for the benefactors in the circle tonight. I guess whose beneficiary is."

Pei Shinian ate a piece of cheese, suddenly he lowered his head and laughed.

Lu Shen raised his eyes and looked at a fool: "Are you stupid?"

"No, I just thought of it suddenly." Pei Shinian couldn't help laughing again, raised his eyebrows and said, "If Song Jianchu were to be my benefactor, maybe I would really think about it."

Pei Shinian made his debut in the draft men's team, and he became famous all the way through his strength and appearance. Because of his good secrecy, few people know that Pei Shinian is also a top rich second generation. A small number of top streamers who are not controlled by capital.

Lu Shen became more talkative after drinking, and sneered, "You like small ones?"

Pei Shinian: "."

"Brother, how do you make me look like a pervert." Pei Shinian said with a smile: "I just think that if someone has such a devil king and gold master, it seems really cool to solve problems directly with money."

The people around him laughed softly.

After drinking, Mu Ye didn't talk much, propping his face lazily with his knuckles.He looked down at the wine glass in his hand and said, "Indeed."

"But forget it." Pei Shinian shook his head, and continued jokingly: "This kid doesn't seem to have a good personality. He might be difficult to serve. I can't afford to coax him."

With that said, he picked up the wine bottle, ready to continue to accompany the two eldest brothers.

Before the wine was poured, the glass in front of him was squeezed away by a hand.

His brother put the yogurt brought by the waiter in front of him.

Pei Shinian's heart warmed up, and he was about to turn around and say that he was fine and he could fight again.

"Dreaming in moderation."

Pei Shinian: "?"

Um?Did his brother want to say "drink in moderation"?

His brother helped him insert the straw, and said softly: "Anyway, no matter how specific you think about it, such a good thing is not your turn."

"..."

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Pei Shinian took a sip of the yogurt with a habitual expression on his face, and closed his mouth.

The largest private room in the clubhouse faintly emanated laughter, it was a small banquet.

A lot of people have arrived, and they are talking and drinking at the long table.

Song Jianchu put away some of his usual looseness, and sat upright on the sofa.

The hand on the knee showed a little cramped.

Yin Chi came over with a wine glass, looked at his brother who had been sitting silently for more than ten minutes after entering, and asked, "What are you doing sitting so hard? Why haven't you been so shy before?"

"Why don't you talk to people?" Yin Chi sat down and asked, "Didn't you want to know the inside story of the entertainment industry's richest man?"

Song Jianchu didn't speak.

"It's okay to take off the sunglasses." Yin Chi looked at his good brother who covered his face as if he was an undercover agent, and said with a smile: "The waiters here have signed a non-disclosure agreement, even if you run naked around here, no one will go Rumors."

Song Jianchu lowered his head and buried his chin in the collar of his jacket again, without moving.

Yin Chi couldn't help laughing.

A rich bass laughter vibrated in the air.

The well-known real estate tycoon put his arms around the actress's waist and toasted heartily: "If Xiao Yin didn't take the initiative to mention it, we people are so busy every day, how could we have the opportunity to get together like this. Come on, little brother, toast you guys!"

After toasting together, the giants continued to talk and laugh.

"Yeah, Xiao Yin has meritorious service today, and it's been a long time since we got together."

"Old Yin's son is not in vain, but he is much more sensible than that stinky girl in my family. My family knows how to spend money. Young people nowadays don't understand how difficult it is for the older generation to make money."

"Girls, I like to buy a piece of clothing and a bag. It's worth a million dollars. How much can you spend?"

"Be content, you have to thank your son for not being the richest man on Weibo."

"Hahaha, yes, if that kid belonged to my family, he wouldn't be able to support ten money printing machines."

Yin Chi: "..."

Yin Chi turned his head, and changed his words in embarrassment: "Put on the sunglasses first, and don't let the uncles get off the stage."

These words were nothing, Song Jianchu didn't take it seriously, folded his arms and closed his eyes behind the sunglasses.

After seeing these donors with an average age of no less than 40 years old, he gave up his previous thought of communicating.

The actress lit a cigar for a tycoon in the film and television industry. The tycoon took a puff, looked at the sofa on the other side, smiled kindly and said, "Xiao Yin, your friend is a bit shy, isn't it the same as us old guys? Nothing to say?"

"No." Yin Chi found an excuse, and said with a smile: "My brother is a little socially afraid, and usually only likes to chase stars at home. It just so happens that there is this game today, so I will take him out to exercise."

Song Jianchu had already fallen asleep sitting up, so he didn't hear this.

"I said it didn't look too big, but it really is a child." The giant said to the actress beside him: "Then you go and talk to the child, and I happen to chat with Xiao Yin for a while."

Song Jianchu was awakened by the smell of perfume.

He frowned, and opened his eyes to find that the people around him had changed.

The well-known traffic Xiaohua in several circles surrounded him, and was looking at him curiously with his chin on his hands.

Seeing that people woke up, the young ladies laughed and joked.

"Awake?"

"You can fall asleep with such noise, you are amazing."

"How old is the handsome guy? It's strange, why do I always think you look so familiar?"

"Take off the sunglasses and show my sister?"

Song Jianchu tilted his head to avoid the hand that took his sunglasses.

"I heard from the prince that you are a star chaser?" Xiaohua, who has become popular because of her girlishness, moved closer and joked ambiguously: "Then, is there anyone among us that you like? Don't be so shy, sister give you a hug? "

Taking a deep breath, Song Jianchu stood up suddenly with red ears.

When he left, there was laughter from the Pansidong female fairy behind him.

"What are you running, we won't eat you again!"

"He blushed hahaha, what a cute little brother."

"Come back quickly! My sister is waiting for you!"

Leaving the private room, Song Jianchu let out a breath.

He raised his sleeve and smelled it, and it smelled of perfume, and his brows were tightened.

He went straight to the bathroom.

When he took off his sunglasses and washed his hands, someone walked in, and the footsteps stopped: "Song Jianchu?"

After SUK went bankrupt, Song Yan looked for opportunities everywhere, and almost became alcoholic during this time.

I thought that being called by a few business tycoons who are usually hard to see today was an opportunity sent by God to turn around, but I didn't expect to come here to be drunk as a drowned chicken.

Song Yan was suffocating in his heart, looked at the person in front of the washbasin, and snorted: "It's really you."

Song Jianchu didn't stop moving. After washing his hands and drying them with paper, he took a leisurely look at his glasses: "Stand and don't walk, do you want me to congratulate you? Your eyesight is still normal."

"Did our family never let you go to school?" Song Yan laughed angrily: "You don't know how to speak human language, do you?"

Song Jianchu threw away the ball of paper: "Then do you understand?"

Song Yan: "..."

Knowing that it is impossible to gain advantage by bickering with this kid, Song Yan didn't answer the words, and sarcastically said: "You are a garbage moth who eats inheritance, where do you have the face to talk to me like that?"

"Sorry, I take it back." Song Jianchu turned around calmly: "You can't see people clearly at such a close distance, you should go to the ophthalmology department earlier."

Song Yan was so drunk that he was dizzy, but Song Yan's eyes turned black from the excitement.

"Song Jianchu, let me tell you! Don't think that you can be hard-headed if you are famous on the Internet!" Song Yan didn't pretend to be educated anymore, and blushed and shouted: "Do you really think those netizens like you? They are all waiting for you. Look at your jokes! Thanks to you, now the whole country knows that we have a prodigal son like you in our family!"

Song Jianchu was so yelled that his ears felt uncomfortable, and he frowned and clicked his tongue.

"Meeting your idol at an event, do you really think you have succeeded in chasing stars?" Song Yan sneered contemptuously: "Being liked by a cold-blooded monster like you who smells like copper, who knows if your idol vomited when he returned home? What? You blushed like that after being hugged by a man, and the photos were spread all over the Internet. Do you like men? Does your male god know that you are a pervert?"

The patience ran out, Song Jianchu's eyes became gloomy, and he was about to shut up this man completely.

Lifting his gaze, he suddenly saw a person appearing at the door.

Song Jianchu let go of his clenched fist, and regained his composure.

Seeing that the person in front of him lowered his eyes and remained silent, Song Yan thought he had finally hit the kid's sore spot, and continued proudly: "Hurry up and wake up, stop daydreaming. I'll leave my words here today, if Mu Ye knows What kind of perverted intention do you have to approach him, even if you really give all your money to others, they won't even take a look at you, and let you go away with your stinky money..."

"Sorry." Someone interrupted from behind, "Can you stop making decisions for others?"

Song Yan froze for a moment, then turned around to see a pair of indifferent dark gray eyes, which were even cooler under the white top light.

The man's eyes only fell on him for half a second, he looked up at the person inside, and said calmly: "Don't listen to him, I won't."

Song Yan: "???"

Mu Ye walked around the people as if he was flying through the air, and walked to the sink.

Mu Ye lowered his eyes to observe the boy's expression, and asked in a natural tone: "Are you here with friends?"

The two stood very close.

Because of the height difference of half a head, Mu Ye had to lower his head slightly when speaking.

Song Jianchu raised his eyes and looked at each other at close range for a second, then lowered his eyes again, looking at the soft black knitted sweater.

A little hesitant to take a step back.

Mu Ye should have drunk, and his body temperature is slightly higher.

The warm scent of shower gel exuded from the knitted sweater, comfortably diluting the frowning rich perfume on his coat.

Song Jianchu didn't move, and lightly pursed his lower lip: "Yes."

Song Yan who was standing at the door stared blankly, as if he had become a transparent person.

Song Yan: "..."

"I wanted to come out to look for you just now, and I was afraid of disturbing you." After a pause, Mu Ye rolled his Adam's apple lightly, and said, "It's okay to come out."

Song Jianchu was stunned for a moment, then looked up again.

Do you think he was bullied by this idiot?

At this moment, the person in front of him suddenly lowered his head.

Song Jianchu opened his eyes slightly, his body froze instantly, his eyelashes froze and he dared not move.

The man's warm and heavy breathing became clear, and it stopped by his ear for two seconds, then slowly raised his head and left.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Song Jianchu always felt that after this action, the eyes hanging from above seemed a little more resentful.

In the next second, the man's eyes swept across his face as if condemning, and he said softly: "If you don't come again, I, Jin, will run the bill."