Hey, I'm Leaving Again

The marriage between Mo Qianxing and Lin Yurou is getting closer and closer.

Lin Yurou became more and more proud and would show off in front of song ran every few days.

After lunch, song ran suddenly receives a call from Mo Qianxing, saying that she wants to take her to a private party in the evening.

Mo Qianxing took her to several gatherings, and song ran got used to it. Anyway, he always arranged his identity. Over time, the circle knew that there was a song ran who was too beautiful around Mo Qianxing.

Song ran opened the wardrobe. There were dozens of gorgeous and expensive evening dresses in it. Song ran thought it over carefully and took out a long red velvet skirt and compared it with her.

That's it.

Song ran put on her chosen evening dress, her hair pulled low behind her head, left a few strands of broken hair in her ear, put on a tight and elegant makeup, and went out of the door with a black handbag.

The long luxury Bentley stops at the downstairs of a landmark building in the city. Song ran knows this place. In the past, when he was the eldest miss of the Song family, he often went in and out of these places with his parents. She has been here several times. The top floor is one of the most luxurious clubs in the city. Those who can enter are local dignitaries.

The waiter at the club saw the license plate and immediately went forward to meet song ran. Song ran got off the car with the waiter's wrist. It was the luxurious decoration of the hall.

Roman columns are carved every three meters with foreign works of art.

Song ran hands her invitation card, and someone leads her upstairs.

The waiter presses the elevator button on the 118th floor. Song ran looks out of the window from the transparent elevator glass. The people underground became smaller and smaller. The elevator had a room large. It rose for more than 20 minutes before it reached the top floor.

The elevator door opens slowly. Mo Qianxing is already waiting outside. When he sees song ran, he is stunned.

Song Ran's velvet red dress is really a perfect match for her. The design of small V-neck knot slightly reveals the spring light in front of her chest, but it can't help but make people think.

From the shoulder to the calf belly, the skirt is close to the skin, outlining her symmetrical and slim figure. The skirt is cut in fishtail style, just showing the ankle, which is very sexy.

Song ran was already white, and her dark red skirt set off her bright eyes and bright teeth, which was particularly moving.

As soon as they entered the box, they all looked at them together. Mo Qian Xing's tall and straight posture stood beside the beautiful and lovely song ran, like an eye-catching scenery.

"Don't wear this dress in the future!" feeling the hot eyes of the people, Mo Qianxing put his hand on his mouth, pretending to cough, and whispered this sentence to song ran.

Song ran doesn't speak. She looks forward with a smile and keeps smiling back to the toasts with Mo Qianxing.

The red wine slides into song Ran's red lips along the glass wall, and Mo Qianxing looks at her glass after glass.

"Stupid woman!" Mo Qian scolded in his heart. In his capacity, if every toaster wants to have a drink back, he may have to go to the hospital for gastric lavage tomorrow, not to mention that song Ran has been unable to drink.

After shuttling through the banquet for a while, Mo Qianxing arranged song ran to rest in an insignificant corner and deal with the scene by himself.

After drinking a few glasses of red wine, song ran felt a little dizzy, so he swayed to the terrace and wanted to blow the wind to wake himself up.

Song ran stands on the terrace and looks down from the 118th floor. The city has a panoramic view. The cars and people on the road are as small as mole ants. The neon lights flickered alternately and reflected in Song Ran's eyes, which was more provocative. Looking at the prosperity of the city, song ran feels a little lonely. She has no roots in the city

"Ranran," a clear voice interrupted song Ran's meditation.

Song ran turns around and a familiar figure comes into her eyes. It's Qi Jun. Song ran put away her lonely look and asked in surprise, "are you there, too?"

"What are you talking about? Why can't I be here." Qi Jun smiled with surprise in Song Ran's tone, as if he shouldn't be here.

"Long time no see," Song ran noticed her impoliteness and smiled at Qi Jun.

The moonlight shines on Song Ran's slightly drunk face. Maybe it's because of drinking wine. Song ran looks at Qi Jun vaguely.

Qi Jun's heart rippled slightly. From the moment song ran walked into the banquet, Qi Jun found her, but because Mo Qianxing was also there, he didn't come forward to say hello. Seeing him staggering towards the terrace, he immediately followed him.

But just take a panoramic view of song Ran's lonely face.

The wine was getting stronger and stronger. Song ran felt his temples hurt tightly. She stumbled and fell into Qi Jun's arms.

Qi Jun fell back two steps.

"It's dangerous," Qi Jun breathed out and almost missed song ran.

Barely holding himself up, Qi Jun lifted the curtain on the terrace. After confirming that there was no one around, Qi Jun hurried away with song ran through an insignificant door.

On the other side, Mo Qian and Xing Du people toasted repeatedly and finally lost the battle. Thinking was not very clear, so he didn't notice that song ran was no longer in the box.

Qi Jun took song ran away from the back door and drove away.

Although I felt someone pouring something into my mouth, I coughed twice and woke up. He looked at Qi Jun with wide eyes and asked him in horror, "what did you give me to drink?"

"Poison, you can't live tomorrow," Qi Jun said with a cynical look.

"Bang!" Song ran doesn't think so.

The headache eased a lot. Song ran knew that what Qi Jun had just given himself should be sobering soup

"Where are you taking me?" Song ran asked again when she found that there were only two of them in the car.

"Don't ask, you'll know when you arrive."

Song ran shut up and didn't know why. Although she saw Qi Jun very few times, song ran believed him very much.

As the night wind blew, song ran couldn't help hugging herself. Just in the club, the heating was fully turned on, and now the arms and legs are exposed outside, shivering with cold.

Qi Jun took out a suit coat from the back seat and threw it to song ran.

"Thanks." Song ran smiled playfully at him.

The car stopped at the gate of an amusement park.

Song ran looked at the "closed" sign on the door and said, "you're stupid by the wind. Are we going to climb the wall?"

"You underestimate young master Ben, aren't the free tickets here?" he took out his cell phone and made a call.

Ten minutes later, a man trotted over against the Mediterranean, smiled and said, "master Qi, what brings you here."

"Manager Chen, open the door," Qi Jun stretched out his chin.

"Yes!" manager Chen quickly took out a remote control from his ass pocket and opened the gate of the playground.

"Young master, are you... A private interview in micro clothes?" manager Chen said, glancing at Song Ran's chest with his remaining light.

"What are you looking at? I'll blind you again!" Qi Jun patted the manager's head and made a gesture to poke his eyes with his two fingers.

"Woo woo... Young master, I'm wrong," manager Chen hugged his head and slapped himself in the mouth.