Ji Wuyin received the news from Zhou Qingnan and immediately rushed to Wangxue Fuyun.
As soon as you step in, the hustle and bustle of a bar hits your face.
Her brows furrowed slightly, why did Zhou Qingnan come here at this critical moment?
Walking around the dance floor where men and women were twisting together, she saw Zhou Qingnan on the semi-arc booth.
He was drinking cup after cup of wine in his hand. As he got closer, Ji Wuyin saw the label on the bottle.
The Glenlivet 12-year-old whiskey.
Zhou Qingnan felt depressed when he thought about what the director of the Customs Enforcement Department had just said.
He took the half-drunk bottle and planned to continue pouring himself wine.
A slender white hand blocked him.
The lights in the bar were half-dark, falling on her hand like a piece of jade stained with dust.
He paused and looked up along the hand.
I saw a charming and charming face.
It's Ji Wuyin.
She was frowning with a disapproving expression on her face.
"Although this wine has a strong fruity and floral aroma and a low alcohol content, it still won't stand up to you drinking it."
Zhou Qingnan said nothing.
Ji Wuyin waited for a while and saw that he had no intention of continuing, so he took off his coat and sat down, and moved the bottle to his side.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Ji Wuyin asked straight to the point.
Zhou Qingnan pressed his temples, his thoughts were chaotic, and his mind was filled with the jade finger she pressed on the rim of his cup just now.
"Zhou Qingnan?"
Hearing her speak again, he looked up.
She leaned back on the sofa, her long, slightly curly hair hanging casually on her shoulders, her posture relaxed, with a fascinating confidence and calmness.
"It was found out that those batches of medical products were indeed tampered with." Zhou Qingnan's voice was hoarse, showing exhaustion, "They said the superiors are very concerned about this matter."
Ji Wuyin straightened up slightly, with a serious look on his face: "Did you just talk here and over there?"
Zhou Qingnan nodded.
There were crowds of people around, the loud music shook the eardrums, and the sounds of clinking wine glasses and lively conversations came and went, like rough waves, noisy but rhythmic.
The air is filled with the smell of alcohol, tobacco and various perfumes.
Such a place is not suitable for contact with people above.
"Is it reliable?"
Without the constant stimulation of alcohol, Zhou Qingnan regained his consciousness a little.
He glanced at Ji Wuyin and heard what she meant.
"It's reliable. I've tried several relationships before but they were all blocked. This time it's also a coincidence." Zhou Qingnan said, "I just happened to see my family over there."
Since he got the news, he contacted everyone he could relate to, and then he got some hints.
There was a flash of thought in his mind. Before he could think about it, he was interrupted by several teasing laughs.
"Hongzhe, you are so lucky to have such a charming sister."
Hearing this, Zhou Qingnan and Ji Wuyin turned their heads in unison and looked at the booth next door.
There were several men sitting there, surrounded by a man in the middle with red hair on his head.
At this moment, standing in front of the red hair was a girl wearing a white dress and a pink fragrant jacket.
No matter how you look at it, girls are out of place here.
She pinched the corner of her clothes and said with a deliberately amplified astringency in her voice: "Brother, your parents want you to go home."
Fang Hongzhe took out his ears, and Huang Mao beside him stood up, "Sister Siying, right? You see, it's rare for your brother to come out and get together with us brothers. He hasn't even finished having fun yet, so how could he go back directly? "
He approached the girl with a malicious smile and said, "Why don't you stay and play with us? When we have enough, maybe your brother will be willing to go back." He reached out and held the girl's shoulder. , the girl shrank subconsciously.
Like a little white rabbit straying into a wolf's den.
Suddenly, the hooligan-like whistles and cheers started again, one after another.
But the man whom the girl called "brother" looked on with cold eyes.
Ji Wuyin put her elbow on the back of the sofa, tapped her toes, and was about to stand up when she heard a casual voice interrupt.
"Want to play? I'll accompany you."
She heard the sound and looked over, a trace of surprise flashing in her eyes.
