A familiar melody sounded, and Sikong Yun's slightly hoarse magnetic voice was very suitable for singing this song.
Ling Xiaoxiao's voice is also very nice. She is a famous Mai Ba, so such songs are not difficult for her at all.
Sikong Yan's dance... Tong Caiwei covered her mouth and laughed for a while, and she danced very well.
Today's trip was truly worth it.
Being able to hear the sound of Ye Fan's piano, see Sikong Yan's dance steps, and be able to bring her best friend together, this day was truly wonderful.
She poured a glass of wine and drank it in small sips. Unknowingly, she drank it all and poured another glass...
By the time she finished playing the song, she was already so drunk that she fell limply on the sofa, still holding the wine glass in her hand. She opened her hazy drunken eyes and slurred her words, "Good... sounds good... again...
.One more song.”
"Damn it, Tong Caiwei, how much did you drink?"
Sikong Yan took the empty wine glass from her hand and reached out to hug her.
Someone was a step faster than him.
He was stunned, then raised his head, "Mr. Ye, I will send Caiwei back, so I won't bother you."
Ye Fan picked up Tong Caiwei and frowned, "Do you know where her home is?"
Sikong Yan frowned and stared at the golden mask on his face, "Of course."
Ye Fan smiled and said lightly, "She has moved to a new home, do you know that?"
"She moved?" Sikong Yan asked in surprise, damn Xiao Nizi, why didn't you tell him?
"It seems she didn't tell you."
Ye Fan paused and said with a smile, "She is very drunk, so I won't stay any longer."
Seeing him taking Tong Caiwei away, Sikong Yan wanted to stop him. He took two steps, but when he thought of the other party's identity, he had to stop.
Neither he nor his family can compete with the Lucifer family.
He really couldn't think of a reason for Ye Fan to approach Tong Caiwei.
She is an extremely ordinary girl.
"Brother, won't you follow?"
Sikong Yun noticed his worry, patted his shoulder and suggested.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter whether she follows or not. Besides, she doesn't worry about it herself, so why should I worry about it?"
Sikong Yun was stunned for a moment, then said with a mischievous smile, "Brother, why do these words sound so resentful? You may have fallen in love with her, right?"
"What do you know, you brat? She is different from other women."
Sikong Yun pretended to have an expression of enlightenment, nodded, and said in a longer voice, "Oh, that means she is very special in your heart?"
"Don't worry about my affairs."
Dropping these words coldly, Sikong Yan left without looking back, leaving Si Kong Yun standing there with a meaningful smile.
"Hot, um, so hot."
Tong Caiwei blushed fiercely, even redder than if she had applied rouge.
One hand pulled the collar of the long skirt. The skirt she was wearing was originally low-cut. When she pulled it, the fair skin on her chest was exposed.
Ye Fan held her restless little hand and sighed softly, "Uncle Cao, lower the temperature a little."
"Mr. Ye, it's already 20 degrees. It's easy to catch a cold if the temperature is too low."
"Do as I say."
Uncle Cao nodded helplessly, "Yes, Mr. Ye."
"Tong Caiwei, please be quiet, we will be home soon."
He reached out and took her into his arms. Her body twisted restlessly, causing wrinkles on his shirt.
"I seem... I seem to hear Mr. Ye's voice. I... am I dreaming?"