"Since the private rooms are all full, shouldn't some people be sensible and leave on their own?" Song Qingman said with a sarcastic smile.
"That's right. Some people are not welcome here, and I don't know where they got the courage to come in." Fang Wei also echoed.
Although Gao Lu didn't like Su Changfeng too much, he was Song Qingge's husband after all.
"What are you talking about? We are all classmates, what's wrong with coming to the party? I asked Qingge and his husband to come together."
After saying that, she stood up and said to Su Changfeng: "Wait a minute, I'll ask the waiter to bring the chair."
Su Changfeng refused: "No, the room is indeed empty. Let's do this, you eat, and I'll go out and wait for Qingge."
After saying that, he smiled at Song Qingge: "Qingge, I'll wait for you outside. Let me know when you're done eating."
Song Qingge couldn't bear it: "Then I won't eat it either."
But Gao Lu next to her stopped her: "Qingge, you finally came to a party, you can't just leave like this."
Su Changfeng smiled at her and said, "Qingge, you eat your food, I'll leave first."
Then, he left the private room.
Seeing Su Changfeng being kicked out, Song Qingman and Fang Wei felt even more happy.
After that, no one cared about Su Changfeng's inner feelings, and everyone started chatting enthusiastically.
"Fang Wei, let me introduce you. Who is this person next to you?" Song Qingman asked Fang Wei.
Fang Wei looked at Da Beitou with love: "Let me introduce to you, Zhang Chi, my fiancé."
"Fang Wei, what does your fiancé do for a living?"
Someone didn't mind the matter and joked: "Qingman's boyfriend is the vice president of Jingteng Group's Hangzhou branch. You and Qingman are both great beauties, so you can't lose to her."
Fang Weijiao laughed, "Zhang Chi is not as good as Qingman's boyfriend. His boyfriend is tall, rich and handsome, but mine is a wealthy man at most."
"My family, Zhang Chi, is in the freight business, and Hangcheng Shunda Freight Group belongs to him."
Fang Wei's words may seem modest, but they are actually a disguised way of showing off her relaxed identity.
Sure enough, after hearing her words, everyone in the private room started to cheer.
"It turns out he's a rich man, so disrespectful."
"Fang Wei, your fiancé is no worse than Qingman's boyfriend. He has opened a big company and his income must be very high."
Hearing the praise from everyone, Zhang Chi couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and said calmly: "The income is not high, less than 30 million a year, and there is still a long way to go."
"Wow, what a wealthy person."
There was another burst of admiration from everyone.
"Okay, okay, let's talk while eating." Fang Wei suggested happily.
"That's right, tell me while you're eating, otherwise the food will get cold."
Everyone responded one after another, each picked up a glass of wine, and for a while they laughed and drank.
While everyone was eating, a female classmate named Wang Li went to the bathroom, but she still didn't come back after more than ten minutes.
"Hey, why hasn't Wang Li come back yet?" Song Qingman asked curiously.
"Yes, is she drunk? How about we go and take a look." Someone suggested.
And just then.
boom!
The door to the private room was kicked open instantly.
Wang Li ran in in a panic, her hair was a little messy, and the collar on her chest was torn for no apparent reason.
Then, three or four tattooed men followed in with cold expressions.
"Damn it, how dare you run after you slapped me? Let me see where you run!" The leading man had a short head, a fleshy face, and an open chest.
The two people behind him are also of the same virtue.
They are obviously underworld figures.
When everyone in the private room saw it, they immediately panicked.
