Ye Qianqian, who had been beaten up by Ye Laoxiong, could not laugh anymore, and could only blush and bury her head in the meal.
After lunch, Mr. Ye, who was slightly tipsy, went to sleep in the back room with the help of the old lady.
After all, I am older and not as energetic as young people.
Under this situation, Song Ziyu stood up and said goodbye very wisely.
"Qianqian, you send Xiao Song off and have a nicer attitude towards Xiao Song." The old lady arranged.
"I know, grandma." Ye Qianqian agreed, and then pulled Song Ziyu away from Shiliping.
There was plenty of time in the afternoon, so of course Ye Qianqian would not let Song Ziyu leave easily.
After being forced to do so, Ye Qianqian took Song Ziyu to attend gatherings of two small circles.
Basically, the people I met at this kind of threshold gathering were young people with backgrounds in Nandu.
These guys are either descendants of powerful families, or they come from extremely wealthy families. They all have their own set of goals, and they don't obey anyone.
But two or three of these people are young people that Song Ziyu had contact with last time at the Red Star Racecourse!
The enthusiasm of these two or three dandy boys for Song Ziyu simply exceeded Song Ziyu's imagination!
They abandoned their own social circles and went straight to Soong Ziyu to talk, expressing their admiration for Soong Ziyu in their words.
One of the little girls, in particular, looked at Song Ziyu with such fierce eyes. If it weren't for Ye Qianqian watching her with eager eyes, the little girl might have come up to lick Song Ziyu.
This kind of treatment made Song Ziyu feel a little embarrassed, and it also made others curious.
But if you listen carefully, Song Ziyu doesn't like this kind of completely useless social interaction.
When these guys get together, they only gossip and compare. The topics with a little bit of content are nothing but shorting companies and harvesting companies... The conversation is full of capital and privilege.
For Song Ziyu, who was born in an ordinary family, these are completely uninteresting and even a little disgusting.
"My Iceberg Beauty Wife"
After finally staying up until the party was over, Ye Qianqian took her to the Marseille restaurant to eat Western food.
The hospitality was hard to reject, so Song Ziyu could only go there happily.
After using chopsticks to eat two large pieces of medium-rare steak, Song Ziyu thought he could finally escape.
He didn't want Ye Qianqian to force her to go to the bar again.
…
The name of the bar is 1616, and it is a very meaningful place. Whether it is decoration or style, this bar is full of medieval flavor.
The last time Song Ziyu came to a bar was when he was a contemporary driver.
Touched by the scene, Song Ziyu thought of the night that changed his destiny.
The car accident, the dead girl, and the past of being slapped by Wu Fan.
And then……
Song Ziyu saw Wu Fan through the dim lights of the bar.
That's right!
This damn guy was intimidated by me just this morning, and now he's picking up girls in the bar again.
Song Ziyu was speechless.
Was this guy born for breeding?
Not far away from him, he saw Wu Fan holding a little girl dressed as a schoolgirl and chatting and laughing with a few friends. His hands were rubbing the little girl's body, and he even explored the pockets of others.
Looking at the little girl again, the excitement of eating is hidden under her pretty face.
do not know why!
Song Ziyu became angry just looking at him, and unknown fire was rising in his heart.
Why does a guy like Wu Fan have a lot of women to play with?
Thinking about Bai Yanyan and the young lady who paid for his drunk driving, I don’t know if they have been released from prison...
Thinking of this, Song Ziyu's mood became very bad.
I have known since I was a child that the world is unfair, but the current situation can no longer be described as fair, but as a breakdown of social order.
Perhaps because he was drunk, Song Ziyu had an extremely absurd idea: This sanctimonious civilized world may not be better than the wasteland world.
…
After not sitting for too long, Wu Fan got up with the little girl and was about to leave.
All fools know that Wu Fan, who has a tadpole on his head, is going to take the girl to play poker.
Song Ziyu stood up and said hello to Ye Qianqian, and then left with Wu Fan.
After going out, Song Ziyu hid at the exit of the parking lot and saw Wu Fan driving out.
The beast in Song Ziyu's heart is galloping!
This guy didn't make any progress at all, and he drove drunk again!
Thinking of the little girl who was killed, Song Ziyu strengthened his decision!
I want to teach Wu Fan a profound lesson.
Seeing Wu Fan's car driving away, Song Ziyu immediately stopped a taxi that was lying on the roadside.
"Follow the car in front...don't be discovered by him." Song Ziyu said.
The old taxi driver was very discerning and seemed to see Song Ziyu's intention at a glance, so he patted his chest and said, "Little brother, don't worry, I'm a first-rate follower."
Finished!
The old driver started to warm up the clutch, and a kick of oil on the floor made the brake pads fly.
The steering wheel made a terrifying arc!
The taxi flew out like a rocket, chasing Wu Fan's Paramela at lightning speed.
To say that Wu Fan is wild enough!
After getting drunk, Wu Fan started racing as soon as he disagreed, ran through several red lights in a row, and drove away.
He was about to lose him, but the old driver said very calmly: "Don't worry, little brother, we are very clear. Let him run three blocks first, and I can still catch him."
"So confident?"
Song Ziyu asked.
"Of course!" The old driver smiled calmly: "People in my industry give me the nickname Nandu Frank Martin."
Then, Song Ziyu saw a supernatural scene.
I saw the old driver wandering around on the street, and after a while he actually found Wu Fan's car parked on the side of the road in the complicated streets of Nandu.
"How did you do it?" Song Ziyu was shocked.
This is nothing more than precise positioning. Even agents may not be able to achieve this level of tracking.
The old driver laughed and said: "There is a four-star hotel nearby. If he doesn't come here, why should he go to a youth hostel? He is not the kind of person who eats spicy hotpot for six yuan. This is the only place that suits his taste."
Song Ziyu gave a thumbs up and praised: "High, really high!"
"Go now or your girlfriend will give you daisy blue flowers."
The old driver said understandingly.
Song Ziyu blushed, said thank you, and got out of the taxi quickly.
Entering the hotel, Song Ziyu went directly to the counter and said: "Ok me a room, right next to my buddy."
Dude?
There was only one couple going upstairs just now!
The receptionist at the front desk understood it very well!
This, this, this...are you preparing to drive the train at night?
Fortunately, the lady at the front desk is someone who has been through it all. She has experience in many things, so she can handle it.
"Your friend's room is in room 405. Let me open a room in room 406 for you. The two rooms are close together and have good sound insulation... In addition, we also sell the latest mango-flavored Durex..." the front desk lady introduced.
"Thank you, my brother is allergic to mangoes." Song Ziyu took the room card and went directly upstairs, leaving the lady at the front desk messy in the wind.
After getting out of the elevator, Song Ziyu saw Wu Fan and the girl eagerly starting to chew on it. The salty and wet feeling really made people's blood flow.
The two of them nibbled and entered room 405. When Song Ziyu passed by, he thoughtfully closed the door for them.
Then, Song Ziyu took out his mobile phone.
"Hey, 110? I am a good citizen, Mr. Song, and I am reporting to you that someone is soliciting prostitution in Room 405 of the Shangting Hotel... As an ordinary citizen of Nandu, I feel that I have an obligation to report this situation to you! It is really a worldly day now. Come on, if you mess around with men and women, you have to take care of it."
Song Xiansen, a good citizen, made a bitter report to the comrades of the Public Security Bureau.
