Fu Qingying glanced at Song Zhichao and saw that the other party was wearing a unique suit, with a particularly slender body shape, with a uniform and white teeth and a sexy smile, with a wide forehead and thick hair, thick and smooth hair, with a very strange but handsome hairstyle, a bit elegant in toughness and a flashing look, looking deep and mysterious.

Song Zhichao also looked at the other person. This was a very beautiful woman. In terms of figure and appearance, no matter which era she was in, she was a top beauty. Her expression was too cold and cold, which dispelled the natural tenderness of women, but it added a little more noble desire to conquer men. To be precise, she was the typical "iceberg beauty".

Generally speaking, as long as a man sees Fu Qingying's beauty, he will be able to teach his soul and be able to move. Especially those mainland men who have never seen the world, they can't stand this extraordinary beauty in Hong Kong. They feel more beautiful than the big stars on TV. Just a glance at the other person will feel ashamed of himself. He feels that the other person is a fairy from the sky, and he is the mud and shit piled on the ground. He is extremely inferior in appearance and heart.

Even a man as good as Mark would occasionally show a look of shame under the crushing of Fu Qingying's powerful aura. So Fu Qingying believed that the mainland boy named Song Zhichao in front of him would not dare to look at him. Even if he looked at him, he would quickly dodge and lose.

But--

She was wrong.

Song Zhichao stared at her with a smile, his eyes without any sign of dodging. On the contrary, there was a hint of fun. The meaning of this fun was very obvious, like appreciating a work of art and rating the work of art, passing or failing.

Song Zhichao held the red wine glass gracefully and handed it to Fu Qingying. His eyes swept across her face, her collarbone, her chest, and her slim waist... were so unscrupulous and arrogant.

Fu Qingying picked the corners of her eyes, her breathing began to become rapid, and her eyes began to become sharp. She grabbed the wine glass that Song Zhichao handed her, and without saying anything, she splashed directly at the other party.

Song Zhichao was already alert when she stirred the corner of her eyes, so the moment Fu Qingying raised her wine glass and poured out the red wine, he just moved his footsteps casually and hid to the left, and then the red wine slammed and splashed on the face of an unlucky guy behind him.

Fatty Zhou Dafu didn't know where the fuss happened, so he came to report to Miss Fu, saying that the wonderful dance program was about to begin. Unexpectedly, before he could even come in front of him, he was splashed with wine on his face.

At this time, Zhou Dafu was stunned like a puppet, with red wine flowing down his chubby face, looking so embarrassed.

"Captain Zhou, are you still standing there? Thank you Miss Fu quickly. This wine is red wine from 1982. A glass of wine will be worth your salary for several months!" Song Zhichao greeted Zhou Dafu in a daze.

Chow Tai Fook is also an old man. When he heard this, he immediately woke up. He wiped the wine on his face, stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, and smiled like a sunflower, and said, "What a great wine! Zhou Da Fu thanked Miss Fu for giving the wine. No need to drink it, don't waste it!" After that, he deliberately licked his fingers.

At this time, Song Zhichao already understood why the other party got angry. There was no way. In his previous life, Song Zhichao often visited those high-end clubs, and various beautiful women with fat and thinness at home and abroad, and even female celebrities lined up in several rows like auction items, allowing him to choose. After a while, his eyes on women were a little unscrupulous and unrestrained... How could a woman with noble origins and arrogant bones like Fu Qingying, who could tolerate such eyes as his.

Understanding this, Song Zhichao restrained his eyes and smiled at Zhou Dafu and said, "Captain Zhou, I wonder what happened to you when you came over?"

Zhou Dafu hurriedly said, "I'll tell Miss Fu that the dance program below is about to begin, please pay attention to watch it."

"I'm sorry, I'll thank you for your behalf on behalf of Miss Fu." Song Zhichao did not treat himself as an outsider at all, and then turned to Fu Qingying and said, "The show is still beginning, so it's better to drink and enjoy the singing and dancing." After saying that, he picked up the red wine again as if nothing had happened, poured a glass of red wine, held it up, and handed it to Fu Qingying.

Next to him, Master Su saw everything clearly, and he had to admire the young man in front of him for his strong heart. He was so proud of his drunkenness by the eldest lady.

Fu Qingying hummed slightly, her expression was cold, and she looked like she was not close to her.

She would not do something like pouring wine and drinking for a second time according to her identity, but she would not easily receive the red wine handed over by Song Zhichao. She was disgusted from the bottom of her heart for this young man who was respectful on the surface but was actually rebellious.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Song Zhichao smiled slightly, didn't mind her reaction, and directly put the wine glass in front of her, and then he said domineeringly to Zhou Dafu: "Let the dance start!"

Zhou Dafu nodded and hurried.

Song Zhichao turned around, took out a cigarette box from his arms, and knocked it casually on his hands, knocking it out a cigarette—

Master Su thought he wanted to let Yan give him, and was considering whether to accept it. Unexpectedly, Song Zhichao actually said to him: "Why are there any fire? Borrow some fire!"

Master Su has never seen such a person, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Song Zhichao stared at him again and asked with a smile: "Why are there any fire?"

Next to her, the foreman Zeng Xiaohong touched the match in her pocket. She was about to stand up on her own initiative, but was secretly pulled by the supervisor Wang Xiaofeng, giving her a look.

Master Su was full of anger and wanted to refuse, but he opened his mouth but turned into: "Well, there is—"

Master Su Zhen wanted to slap himself in the face. He was so incompetent, so how could he answer like this?

But at this time he had already taken out the lighter he carried with him, and with a snap, he skillfully fired—

Song Zhichao leaned over, lit his cigarette with a lighter, then patted Master Su's back of his hand, and said, "I'm so kind!" to express his gratitude.

Master Su looked stupid and didn't understand why he was so stupid that he did this, as if everything he had just happened was not under his control.

He looked at Song Zhichao and then at Miss Fu, his heart full of self-blame and grievances.

"Miss, I..." Master Su wanted to explain, but Fu Qingying couldn't look at him. His voice was like a yellow oriole crying, but his tone was cold and ruthless: "Stop the sound, let's say anything later, and watch the performance now."

Master Su shut up, held back his anger, glared at Song Zhichao, and sat down angrily.

Song Zhichao laughed in his heart. The servant is the servant and he never knows how to refuse. He is also a habitual skill in helping light a cigarette.

Song Zhichao pretended not to see Master Su's "sorrowful" look, and casually pulled a chair from beside him, slanted his body in a comfortable position, raised his legs, and enthusiastically said to the two of them: "This show is great, Hong Kong is not something to watch!" After that, he vomited a puff of cigarettes, "Some can watch it, some can eat it, don't worry, this is Pan Yu, not Hong Kong!"
Chapter completed!