Su Qiyan sent a message to Song Yu, asking to see Feng Yin again.

Song Yu had followed Feng Yin for four years and thought he could guess at least a few things about his father's thoughts, but when it came to Su Qiyan, Song Yu was a little unpredictable.

Does the second master want to sleep with her or tease her?

"Mr. Feng, Miss Su would like to see you again."

Feng Yin continued to sign the documents without even raising his eyelids.

Song Yu immediately understood how to deal with it.

He replied to Su Qiyan in front of Feng Yin, "Mr. Feng doesn't have time."

"You don't have time at night?"

Song Yu glanced at Feng Yin again and entered three words: Yulin Pavilion.

Yulin Pavilion is the largest entertainment club in Jiangcheng. Not only men go there, but women also go there. There are all kinds of entertainment projects, both meat and vegetable.

Su Qiyan has never been there. She doesn't like nightlife, and she doesn't have much unrestrained desire in her bones.

But in order to fight for dignity, she is willing to release the most heroic side of her humanity.

She went and entered the dance floor of Yulin Pavilion at midnight wearing a tight-fitting tube top skirt. For men who like to hunt for prey in such places, Su Qiyan's fresh face was undoubtedly a stimulant, instantly igniting their primitive commotion.

, they moved closer to her, trying their best to exude male hormones in front of her.

Su Qiyan stood in the middle of the dance floor like a flower on a high mountain. She ignored anyone and looked at Feng Yin who was drinking.

Feng Yin was as cool and dignified as ever. He lazily settled into the sofa, one hand resting on the back of the sofa and the other holding a glass of red wine. He shook it gently and sipped it slowly, being in the middle of it yet staying out of it.

The man next to Feng Yin noticed Su Qiyan and sighed, "I finally got a pretty girl tonight."

Only then did Feng Yin meet Su Qiyan's eyes.

Su Qiyan chuckled, reached out and picked up a red rose, and walked to Feng Yin swayingly.

This beauty turned out to be for the second master of the Feng family. The man looked disappointed and naturally looked at Feng Yin with a little more envy.

Su Qiyan sat next to Feng Yin, pinched a bouquet and put it behind her ear. She leaned forward and slightly opened her red lips, "Second Master, don't be angry because I ruined your pleasure yesterday."

Feng Yin didn't respond. He narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his glass to drink.

Su Qiyan pressed down his hand, "How can you just drink in a place like this? I'll dance for the second master to wish him well."

Feng Yin raised his eyebrows.

Su Qiyan stood up and snapped his fingers. The noisy music stopped and started again, and the lights changed into ambiguous colors.

Su Qiyan has a background in dancing. When she came here, she learned some provocative moves from the Internet. The sound of men swallowing saliva could be heard on the dance floor.

Feng Yin's frown became tighter and tighter, and his eyes turned cold to ice.

"Song Yu."

"yes."

Song Yu took off his coat and caught the dancing Su Qiyan, and then dragged Su Qiyan out of the dance floor like an eagle catching a chicken.

Seeing clearly that it was Song Yu, Su Qiyan wanted to break away, but Song Yu asked her to be honest, "If you don't want to die, come out with me."

After leaving the Yulin Pavilion, Song Yu let go and asked, "Are you crazy, dancing in a place like this?"

"I'm just doing what I want." Su Qiyan answered calmly. In fact, she came here to be disgusted and sequestered.

She publicly flattered him, and if he still played the same tricks as yesterday, she would really sleep with him, and then told the world that if you want to crawl into the bed of the second master of the Feng family, you don't need to carefully plan the bridge, just show off.

At that time, all the women in Jiangcheng will be arrogant in front of him.

At this time, Song Yu's cell phone rang.
Chapter completed!