Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Chapter 398 Deep Sea Pearl (31)

"Let's go back."

Song Ci pushed his shoulder and shook his head, "Not yet, my friend is still here..."

Wei Silu pinched her waist as if punishing her.

"Uh...don't."

Song Ci snorted softly, those bright eyes were filled with mist, a little blurred.

Holding down his troublesome hand, those beautiful peach eyes glanced lightly: "I have to rescue him, this is a serious matter."

"Place."

Wei Silu said two words and frowned slightly, showing a bit of displeasure.

When Song Ci came out, he looked at the place specifically, "Haotai Mansion."

"Yes." Wei Silu nodded and put his arm around his waist, "He is your friend. I will bring him out."

Those dark eyes were a little cold.

However, it is not certain whether it is dead or alive.

He made a phone call in front of Song Ci.

The corners of the lips are slightly raised.

Looking at Song Ci, "Baby Cici, can you go back with peace of mind now?"

Wei Silu's voice was full and magnetic, and now he was smiling in her ears, making people blush and their hearts beat.

They stood in an inconspicuous corner, and it was difficult to notice them.

Song Ci walked to the central stage, and danced to the music with everyone. The opposite venue was the only way out. He grabbed Wei Silu's shoulder and looked to the other side, "There are three bodyguards outside."

Wei Silu's gaze casually glanced at those people opposite him, and his thin lips parted slightly: "They are all here to guard you."

Song Ci nodded.

"Go to the back."

Wei Silu took Song Ci to the private room at the back.

Bodyguards outside are always guarding the door.

……

Wei Silu walked out. There were many people on the stage, so he went to pass the bar next to him.

A young waiter carrying a tray staggered and bumped into Wei Silu.

The wine from the tray spilled over him, leaving a dark streak on the clean pencil gray suit.

"I'm sorry, sir." The waiter quickly bowed and apologized.

"what's wrong with you?"

Wei Silu took the towel and wiped off the wine on his clothes, his face darkened.

"Sir, I can make it up to you." She continued, "I'll buy you a new one."

The waiter's voice was so nice that some people around her looked at her.

"Ah."

Wei Silu's laughter was a little weak, and his originally frowning brows relaxed, "You can afford it."

"Didn't you mean compensation? Why don't you leave?" Wei Silu's voice cooled down.

The waiter seemed a little embarrassed and kept his head down all the way.

When the bodyguards passed by, Wei Silu was still wiping the wine stains on his body, his face full of impatience.

It's not like acting at all.

After getting into the car, Song Ci still hung his head, and his long, white fingers touched Wei Silu's cuff, "Sir, I can't afford to pay for your clothes."

Wei Silu clasped her head and held her in his arms, "How can you not pay it back?"

The aroma of wine was mixed with pine wood, and Song Ci's cheeks turned pink even when he was bored.

"No money." She muttered.

Wei Silu smiled lowly, pulled his open shirt to wrap the man in his arms, and raised his eyes to look at the man's back coldly.

The assistant driving the car immediately looked away, and did not relax his tense body until the gaze behind him moved away, and took a shallow breath.

I couldn't help but take a second look just now.

After all, this is the first time that my husband has taken the initiative to get so close to someone. People, I can't help but be curious.

Although he is a boy, he is handsome.

But this is too close, I just look at it...

Should it be or not, sir, what is it!

The assistant became more and more crooked.

I was so surprised that I stepped on the gas pedal without noticing.

"hiss--"

The car speeded up suddenly and Song Ci fell hard into Wei Silu's arms, his forehead bumped against the tough muscles of his chest, making him a little red.

Wei Silu raised his hand and rubbed her forehead.

Song Ci bit him with the tip of her teeth dissatisfied.

The assistant was scared out of his wits now, he didn't expect that he would speed up, and he was about to cry with a bitter face.

It's over, it's over!
It's over!

His one foot is absolutely forcing his own future to be trampled.

I finally got the chance to get in touch with Mr. Wei at close range...

He really wanted to cry and split the sky.

Wei Silu's voice was a little cold, and as expected, he said, "Tomorrow, you don't have to follow."

Heavenly King Lao Tzu, God...

The assistant burst into tears, but still managed to act like he didn't know anything and didn't care.

He decided to cherish this pleasant day.

Song Ci glanced at the assistant whose facial features were so distorted that they flew around from time to time.

He glanced at the stern Wei Silu again, lying obediently in his arms, and couldn't hold back a low laugh.

Wei Silu ran his fingers back and forth along her hair.

It's like stroking a beloved pet, Song Ci doesn't like this action the most.

Once we got there, we didn't wait for him when we got off the bus.

Not long after he left, he ran into Wilke.

The curly-haired handsome young man had a grim expression on his face, as if he had encountered some cosmic disaster, and his hair was messed up like a chicken coop.

"Song Ci?" Wilke saw her and looked her up and down, "I thought you were lost again."

The corners of Song Ci's lips twitched, "I'm not a road idiot."

"what's wrong with you?"

(End of this chapter)