Young General's Sweet Wife

Just as Yao Yao left, Qi An's assistant walked over. Boss, Young Master Fang and the others have arrived. I have already arranged seats for them. "

Qi An nodded.

The assistant continued, "Also, Young Marshal Xiao came over today. He's on the second floor in Yanzhu's VIP room."

"Oh?" Qi An looked up towards the second floor and muttered: "I usually invite him three or four times, why did he come today uninvited?"

"Xiao Shuai came over with Young Master Fu." the assistant replied.

"Fu Liangchuan?" Qi An looked at the assistant, and the assistant nodded. The assistant spoke in a weird tone: "Heh, looks like Young Master Fu has more face than me."

When the assistant saw his displeased expression, he carefully asked, "Boss, do you want to go up and greet him?"

"Not going." Qi An rejected decisively, he was already walking towards Young Master Fang and the others. I have more important things to do today. Since they're here, you should take care of them.

The assistant knew that the boss was secretly arguing with him. Xiao Shuai had rejected the boss's advances, and inviting him in was one thing, but now that he was here with Young Master Fu, it was obviously to reward Young Master Fu and slap his face.

As an assistant, how could he say anything else? He quietly retreated after receiving the orders.

"I say, Qi An, you let us cooperate with you today, we will sing 'Black Face', and you will sing 'White Face', but after obtaining the 'Beauty', don't mistreat us brothers!" Young Master Fang and Qi An had their arms around each other's shoulders as they spoke.

"Don't worry, once I've settled Mu Wanxin, I will definitely not mistreat all of you."

"Hehe, Young Master Qi, we don't need anything else. We're just waiting for you to get tired of playing around and give some to us. After all, she's Feng Yeming's fiancee. The other Young Master stroked his chin as he discussed with Qi An.

"I was completely mesmerized by her when you saw her playing the zither a few days ago. If it wasn't for the fact that you had your eyes on her, I would have made a move on her a long time ago."

"Thinking back to when Feng Yeming was so renowned in Meilong City and even in the entire Jiangnan Region, he is famous for his high standards of vision, for his cleanliness, for being able to get Young Master Qi to waste time with a woman, he must definitely give us a share."

Facing a group of dishonest friends, Qi An boasted: "As long as this performance is done, and can help me take her down as soon as possible, will the filthy things that you all think of still be far from here?"

After Qi An finished speaking, he exchanged a glance with them that could only be understood but not conveyed, causing everyone to loudly laugh in high spirits.

"What did you say Qi An was saying to that group of people? "What a vulgar smile." In the VIP room on the second floor, Fu Liangchuan carried his red wine cup to the window and looked at the scene below through the window.

Xiao Zhan sat on the sofa indifferently, his long and vigorous arms resting on the back of the sofa, his knees overlapping, his resolute and cold face filled with the words "Do Not New".

The moment she heard Fu Liangchuan speak, and didn't even look at him, she couldn't help but choke on her words. What does it have to do with me? "

"He's your little brother after all. What's wrong with worrying about him?"

"It's my little brother, then what does it have to do with you?" This time, Xiao Zhan raised his eyes, looking even more confident and confident in his response.

How cheap, how injured, and how vicious was Fu Liangchuan's usual mouth! "When did you suffer such a loss in front of Xiao Zhan? This time, he could not hold back and pointed at." How much gunpowder did you take to make you talk so arrogantly? Can't you be more gentle? "

Xiao Zhan revealed a gentle smile towards him, and gently opened his mouth: "Scram!"

Fu Liangchuan sat on the sofa on the other side angrily and gulped down the red wine in his hand.

Fu Liangchuan, who was drinking, was still very angry one second ago. The corner of his mouth suddenly curled up as he thought of something.

The sensitive Xiao Zhan detected his expression, his thick eyebrows slightly knitted, and coldly asked: "What are you laughing at?"

"Whether I'm smiling or not has nothing to do with you."

Xiao Zhan's fingers creaked loudly. You want to anger me? "

"What do you being angry or not have to do with me?" Fu Liangchuan raised his eyebrows, unafraid of death.

Heh! He spoke to him so quickly in return.

"Very good!" "Xiao Zhan grinded his teeth as he praised him, as if he was chewing on his meat. Do you still want me to scram next? "

Xiao Zhan had wanted to leave a long time ago, but in order to stop Fu Liangchuan from saying that he missed her, he decided to make a trip over.

Seeing that he was about to get up, Fu Liangchuan immediately grabbed him by the shoulders, pushed him back onto the sofa and said: "The good show has already begun, wait till you're done watching before deciding to scram." Saying that, she pressed his shoulder a little.

Xiao Zhan was completely confused by his series of actions and words.

She was so handsome that her facial features seemed to be filled with doubt.

Just at this time, the crystal lamp in the center hall suddenly went out, and the darkness on the first floor attracted Xiao Zhan's attention. He watched as the lights on the first floor of the dance hall went out, and the music suddenly stopped.

He was a frequent customer of the Windy Moon Stadium, so he naturally knew what kind of tricks they were using to turn off the lights in such an orderly manner and stop the music from playing.

He lowered his gaze, smiled with contempt that was barely discernible as it floated up to the corner of his mouth. He rubbed his red wine cup, looked up again, and scoffed at Fu Liangchuan: "Man, why did you need to gather so many people for the sake of a dancer, why don't you invite her to your house to act for you alone."

Fu Liangchuan pointed to the stage with his chin, and said with a teasing tone: "Xiao Shuai, you should take a look first, and then talk like that."

Following Fu Liangchuan's instructions, Xiao Zhan focused on the center of the stage.

The round stage slowly rotated, and a black grand piano appeared before them. The light was too dim, only a blurry figure could be seen sitting on the piano stool, clearly displaying the mysterious effect of the performer, lifting the audience's appetite.

"Turn on the lights. Let's see."

"That's right, turn on the lights. We want to see what the pianist looks like."

Under the cheers of the audience, the only bright light in the darkness shone directly on the young girl. It was as if the mysterious veil of a bride had been lifted, allowing her to clearly see the performer.

But from Xiao Zhan's angle, he could just see her straight back, not her straight face.

Shoulder cut, snow back, beautiful waist.

What a good figure killer.

Although he hadn't seen her face yet, judging from the men's eager and exaggerated expressions, this girl must be extraordinary.

A string of melodious syllables rang out, sometimes soft, sometimes passionate.

She began to play.

Xiao Zhan raised his wine cup and stood up. After walking a few steps, Fu Liangchuan's gaze meaningfully followed him.

See him look at it from a different angle.

Seeing his calm expression, a crack appeared on his face and it disintegrated.

The blue veins on his hands bulged as he held the goblet in an elegant manner.

Seeing the goblet crushed into pieces, the bright red liquid flowed along his hand and dripped onto the expensive Persian carpet.