As the peaceful voices of the Tang and Song dynasties sounded, the atmosphere in the entire private room was lighter.

Cheng Qiuqiu raised his head and looked at his clearly silhouetted side face.

The dim lights coated him with a soft outline, and the black and white eyes were filled with reassuring calmness.

All the uneasiness gradually faded away, and I felt a sense of security I had never felt before.

Immediately, Cheng Qiuqiu felt the slightly hard work of the hot palm on his waist, his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and his plump breasts fluctuated slightly.

The throbbing of unspeakable eyes flashed in my eyes,

"Mr. Tang!" A hoarse voice broke the brief tranquility.

Qin Fengyu rushed forward while kneeling, but was pressed by two black suits at the same time, unable to move.

Xu An, who was beside him, shouted softly, retreated suddenly, looked down at the ground with his head, his eyes flashed with a strong fear.

I was afraid of being noticed by Tang and Song dynasties or those black suits.

Qin Fengyu blushed and whispered: "Mr. Tang, I've just misunderstood! I really treat you as a friend. I'll drink that bottle of vodka now! I'll be able to film "The First Misty of Snow Night" tomorrow."

Tang Song turned sideways slightly, raised his hand to interrupt his next words, and walked out with Cheng Qiuqiu.

He doesn't look down on such a second-generation who is so trash in the entertainment industry, and does not think that the other party is qualified to be friends with him.

Qin Fengyu stood there, his face turned pale and white.

A violent shame and humiliation surged in my heart, and I wanted to say something, but when I saw the indifferent gaze of the female bodyguard, I still held it back.

Liu Jiayi withdrew her gaze and followed the Tang and Song dynasties.

The footsteps rang in the private room, and several black suits immediately turned sideways and gave up the passage.

Cheng Qiuqiu could feel the various gazes coming from the private room.

When she approached the door, she suddenly turned around and looked at Xu An, who was stunned, with a pale face.

The pace slowed down slightly.

Cheng Qiuqiu pursed her lips and wanted to say something, but in the end she held it back.

Tang Song raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Xu An's direction.

Seeing the movements of the two, Qin Fengyu's heart thumped, stepped forward and grabbed Xu An's arm, and his voice was low and Zhixin said, "Xu An, let's go, let's go-"

Xu An trembled and gritted his teeth and moved his footsteps outwards.

Tang Song's right hand exerted a little force and led Kan Qiuqiu out.

"Mr. Tang." The neat greetings echoed in the corridor and the private room.

Tang Song's eyes swept across the trained security team, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

It is worthy of being produced by the system, and it is indeed a fine product. Everyone is a carefully selected security guard.

The sound of footsteps of "step-" sounded in the corridor.

The dim lights sprinkled on the floor, pulling everyone's shadows for a long time.

The black shadow slowly fades away.

Qin Fengyu and Xu An followed them tremblingly, not daring to get too close, and looked back at the box from time to time.

Brother Zheng and others stood there motionless, their eyes still flashing with fear.

Even if he guessed that Qin Fengyu had an average relationship with that President Tang, he would not dare to have any impulse.

Anyway, I have taken photos of Qin Fengyu, so it will be a matter of time before the account is settled sooner or later.

The brightly lit first floor bar hall.

The stolen discussion was rippling like waves, and everyone's eyes followed them, exuding curiosity and awe.

Some people whispered, some people took out their cell phones to take pictures secretly, but more people just watched silently and did not dare to make any sound.

The steps of the Tang and Song dynasties were steady and calm, and they silently felt Qiuqiu's slender waist with excellent touch, and their mood was quite smooth.

Walking out of the restaurant gate, the cool evening breeze blows towards you, mixed with the unique salty and humid atmosphere of the sea.

The moonlight shines on the shimmering sea, shining like broken silver.

The road in the distance is winding and twists along the coastline and extends into the endless night.

On the spacious and tidy highway by the sea, a Bentley Mussanne with a black and gold color combination stands quietly, with the headlights flashing slightly.

Next to it, several Mercedes-Benz G, Land Rover and other off-road vehicles are neatly dormant, all in black, and each car exudes a sense of majesty and power.

Liu Jiayi took a few quick steps and opened the rear door neatly, and his movements were neat and neat, without any drag.

Tang Song let go of Cheng Qiuqiu's slender waist and said in a gentle tone: "Get on the bus, QQ."

Cheng Qiuqiu nodded blankly and carefully sat into the car.

The leather seats are soft and comfortable, and the air is filled with a faint smell of high-end perfume, which makes her feel a little cramped.

"Boom-" The roar of the engine spreads across the streets at night.

There were also sounds of closing the doors one after another.

Bright headlights illuminate the entire highway.

Soon, under the "escort" of several off-road vehicles, Bentley Mulsanne started smoothly and drove into the night.

At the same time, Qin Fengyu and Xu An hurriedly got into a taxi parked on the side of the road.

"Go to Zhonghao Hotel!" Qin Fengyu shouted, then collapsed in the seat, gasping violently, and looked at the convoy away with complex and low eyes.

His shirt and hair were soaked in wine, and then blew by the wind, his whole body was cold, but it also made him feel a little more awake.

Xu An licked his dry lips, and the sound of the lyrics in his ears gradually faded.

The figure of Tang and Song dynasty holding Cheng Qiuqiu continued to appear in his mind, with an ugly face, but there was an unconcealed fear in his eyes.

Cheng Qiuqiu is his high school classmate, and he was the white moonlight he used to feel that with his current achievements and momentum, he can sooner or later be able to embrace the beauty.

Who would have thought of the Tang and Song dynasties?

I didn't take it seriously before, but this time I found out that the other party was very famous.

This level of security and so many fleets of luxury cars are obviously not ordinary people.

Even those first- and second-tier stars do not have such a big style.

Only when the shadow of the convoy completely disappeared into the night did the taxi start slowly.

"Twenty!" Qin Fengyu cursed in a low voice, his fists creaked.

He turned his head and looked at Xu An beside him, with a little slight tone in his tone: "You are so fucking interesting, Xu An! Haha."

Xu An was shocked all over, and a look of panic appeared on his face, "Brother Yu, you saw the situation just now, I·—"

"Shut up! Go!" Qin Fengyu shouted angrily and slapped him on the head with his backhand.

Although this slap is not heavy, it is full of humiliation.

Xu An was relieved, and a hint of humiliation flashed in his eyes, but more of it was fear.

He knew that he could never talk back at this moment, so he could only lower his head and let Qin Fengyu vent his anger.

"I'm sorry, Brother Yu."

Qin Fengyu glared at him coldly and said nothing.

The incident tonight is not over. Brother Zheng has his photos in his hand. He is now a little star and a contracted artist of Qianmo Media.

Whether for himself or the reputation of the company, he must settle this matter.

Unfortunately, Tang Song refused to help, otherwise those people would have deleted the photos just now with just one word from him.

In the quiet carriage.

Cheng Qiuqiu sat in the back row, folded his hands on his knees, and his face had returned to its coldness.

Tang Song turned slightly, his eyes falling on her head.

The original progress prompt has disappeared, and replaced by a newly sprouted seedling.

In the dark carriage, it was like a fireflies, emitting a glimmer of green.

The stars fell on her hair, a little hazy and dreamy, and made her whole body more cold.

He noticed the gaze of Tang and Song Dynasty, Cheng Qiuqiu couldn't help but hold his hands tightly, turned his head and looked at the hazy and blurry night outside the car window.

She tried to calm down her heartbeat and tried to cover up her inner throbbing, but the blush quietly climbed onto her cheeks and could not suppress her.

A hint of a warm breath unconsciously lingers in the air.

"What do you want to eat?" Tang Song's voice was filled with a smile.

"I can do it. Actually, I ate a lot of it at night. I just had enough of those. I'm not hungry anymore, just go back."

"But I'm not full, how about accompanying me to eat?"

"Yeah." Cheng Qiuqiu nodded, his voice very soft.
To be continued...