Chapter 130 Fu Sichen's scheming
As soon as Song Qinrong walked in, she had not had time to react.
A punch with a "bang".
A gust of wind flashed by. Xiao Ting, who was still sexy, was punched in front of him.
His eyes swung twice like a clock, turned upwards, and his body fell on the sofa, and he fainted.
Song Qinrong stopped stiffly.
Following the direction of the fist wind, Fu Sichen pulled his collar and the tie on his chest had completely dispersed.
He retracted his fists without changing his face, picked up a tissue and wiped his hands, and sat back on the sofa slowly.
"Xiao Ting!" After being stunned, Fu Shiying screamed in pain.
Xiao Hao and others giggled: "You are asked to compete with us for a rich woman, and you deserve it!"
While laughing, he continued to be cheering on the table.
The scene is once again uncontrollable.
Amid the deafening noise, only Fu Sichen sat quietly aside, holding a cup of brandy with distinct joints, drinking slowly, with his movements arrogant and elegant.
It is completely different from the cruelty he was when he beat someone up just now, and it is also incompatible with the corruption and dissolute people around him.
His face was clear and his eyebrows were delicate. He had many people in the bar before and the lights were dim, so he did not attract the attention of others.
But now, after giving the blessings of five drunken brothers, everyone's attention was focused on their booth, and suddenly people noticed this young master who seemed to be walking out of the painting.
A simple drinking action makes people unable to remove their eyes.
Song Qinrong stared at him, her eyes narrowed slightly.
Fu Sichen now looks no different from a normal person, with clear eyebrows and fair face.
But the look of siping the brandy in one sip, and the look in her eyes was a different aura than the past.
I still asked Song Qinrong to confirm that this guy was already drunk.
She sighed deeply, called Chen Yan to notify her, then walked forward and said quietly to Fu Sichen: "Let's go."
Half a minute after the words fell, Fu Sichen's drinking movements slowly stopped.
He put down his cup, looked up in slow motion, and glanced at Song Qinrong: "I won."
Song Qinrong was about to pull him, but when she heard this, she paused and nodded, "Yes."
"So, men are too young, so they are not good." Fu Sichen stared at her eyes very seriously, and asked word by word, "Is it?"
Song Qinrong raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Yes."
He grabbed his arm and wanted to pull him up.
But Fu Sichen insisted on not moving, but stared at her and continued to ask: "Then do you like old men or small men?"
“…”
Song Qinrong lowered her eyes.
Only children make choices, adults want everything.
But when Song Qinrong saw the other person's deep eyes looking deep in his deep eyes, the grievance that clearly flashed by, she swallowed the words.
She bent down, her bright and jade-like fingers gently tidied the top button for Fu Sichen, took off her tie, and patted his face with a smile.
"I like obedient men. Be good, I'm back home."
She lowered her head as she spoke, her eyes were full of smiles in black and white.
Because she walked quickly, her hair was a little messy and scattered on both sides of her cheeks.
At this moment, Fu Sichen suddenly raised his head.
In an instant, a breath of alcohol came to my face, and the clear smell of Fu Sichen lingered in the tip of his nose.
The two were so close that they were close, Fu Sichen's eyes were facing her eyes, and his thin lips were facing her cherry lips.
Looking at the clear face of the man in front of him, Song Qinrong's body became stiff and her brain fell into blank.
The air around it instantly became thinner.
"Girl."
He suddenly called out a voice, his voice soft and low, as if the whispers of a lover.
Just a call, Song Qinrong's hair stood up all over her body.
Fu Sichen raised his hand, and his hot fingers slid across her cheeks, tidying up her messy hair.
"I'll be obedient."
Song Qinrong:???
——"I like obedient men."
——"I will be obedient."
The next second, she reacted, and her brain buzzed and fireworks bloomed everywhere.
"You...you are drunk." Sister Rong, who was still calm in front of Mount Tai collapse, stuttered for the first time in her life.
Fu Sichen stared at her quietly, his eyes dark and there was a burning fire in his eyes.
"...I don't." His tone was a little aggrieved.
There are wine bottles scattered all over the floor.
The five younger brothers who were fighting with him together were already drunk and didn't know who they were.
Fu Sichen drank at least ten bottles of brandy.
Every word I say is filled with a strong aroma of wine.
Although he looked clear and spoke clearly.
But every sentence is slow and heavy, and every reaction is half a beat slower than usual.
Especially those deep eyes always reveal a little bit of something indescribable.
Song Qinrong woke up and stood up and took a step back: "Then behave, let's go?"
Half a minute later, Fu Sichen nodded obediently: "Okay."
He supported the backrest of the sofa with his hands and stood up slowly.
He was led by Song Qinrong and walked slowly and straightly.
When they moved to the door, the gold medal assistant Chen Yan happened to arrive.
He opened the car door and rushed down. Before he got close, he keenly smelled the smell of wine: "Why did the Fourth Master drink so much wine? What did he drink?"
"Berry mixed with brandy." Song Qinrong said, and wanted to help Fu Sichen, who was leaning on her, unwilling to get off.
Chen Yan was about to help, but when he heard the movements under his feet, he paused: "???"
Song Qinrong continued to express her expressionlessly: "At least ten bottles."
Chen Yan: "!!!"
He pursed his lips and looked at the fourth young man who was not drunk with a thousand cups, but today he was obviously taking advantage of the wine. How could he be so terrified in his heart?
The two worked together to help Fu Sichen into the car, and Song Qinrong gave a few more words before letting them go.
The car drove out of the bar street, and Song Qinrong could no longer be seen in the distance.
Fu Sichen, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes suddenly with his eyes closed in the back seat.
There is no point in my eyes?
He looked ahead, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and he paused: "Appoint Fu Shiying to study in U Country."
"???" Chen Yan turned back in shock.
Fu Sichen had a blank expression on his face: "Next, don't let me see her again."
"Miss Three, she has never left the capital for so long..." Chen Yan's eyes blinked into flashes, trying to help plead, "She must be unable to bear it..."
Fu Sichen chuckled and slowly moved his eyes to him: "Then do you go with her?"
“!!!”
Chen Yan immediately sat upright: "I think it's time for Miss Third as a person, so it's time to leave home and go for a try. Fourth Master, you're right!
Chapter completed!