Song Yichen looked at him suspiciously, "You're not just trying to... lie to me on purpose, are you?"

"How could it be? If this were the case, if I said it directly, would you reject me, Yichen?" Shen Haofeng stared at her "affectionately".

"Yes, no way." Song Yichen raised his head and looked at him and said, "Did you do it with me because you like me?"

Shen Haofeng lowered his head and kissed her pretty face and said without thinking: "Of course, let's get along for a while first and see. If it's suitable, Yichen, let's date, right?"

"Um."

"I'll take you back first."

Song Yichen said unexpectedly: "Can you get off work? I can go back by myself no problem."

"Just tell the curator, she is very nice, and I haven't massaged you yet." After saying that, Shen Haofeng picked up the white lace panties on the ground and motioned for her to stretch her feet over.

"I'll do it myself." Song Yichen's voice was too low to be heard.

But he couldn't resist Shen Haofeng's attitude of doing things alone and taking responsibility for others.

On the way to send her back, Shen Haofeng learned that her father was gone and now lived with her mother.

"Would it be inconvenient for me to go up and give you a massage now?" Shen Haofeng asked as he sent her downstairs.

Song Yichen whispered: "In the morning, my mother said that she was going to a friend's house for a visit and would be back later."

What else is there to say? There is still more than an hour before the agreed transaction time with Pu, so Masseur Shen will naturally provide door-to-door services.

More than half an hour later, Shen Haofeng, who was busy back and forth, seemed to hear the sound of the door opening, but because Song Yichen's voice was too loud, he couldn't hear it clearly.

Moreover, he was so deep in the trap that he had no time to care too much.

In fact, he heard correctly. Wu Chunhua, who was a guest at a friend's house, was Song Yichen's mother. Because she left earlier, she came back earlier.

As soon as she entered the door, she was startled by the movement coming from Song Yichen's room.

"Has she dated anyone since Chen?"

Wu Chunhua, who muttered something, was frightened by another shout and hurriedly came to her senses. After hurriedly changing her shoes, she fled back to her room in embarrassment.

After Song Yichen fell asleep tiredly, Shen Haofeng came out of the room and walked to the entrance. He keenly noticed a pair of women's leather shoes on the ground.

Did you hear that right just now?

**bar.

Shen Haofeng, who came out of Song Yichen's house, drove here. When he got out of the car, his face had changed. Anyone who saw his current appearance would think that he was Li Aowen.

The bar's business is booming, which is why Shen Haofeng chose to trade here.

Card holder.

Shen Haofeng looked from the DJ on the stage to the dance floor in the center, and finally locked onto a booth.

There just aren't enough people sitting there.

On the sofa was not only Park, but also a middle-aged man with a gentle appearance, and two bodyguards or younger men standing next to him. Shen Haofeng didn't know how many people were hidden around him.

He doesn't care either.

Not entering the private room but trading outside was also Shen Haofeng's request.
Chapter completed!