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Feng Jun doesn't know who Zhou Xiaotong is, but when he looks at Yuan Huapeng's complexion, he knows it's not easy to mess with.

Xiao Sai also laughed bitterly and whispered, "I don't know, why she ran over today, in the box."

It turns out that there are also private rooms here, but the private rooms are completely independent, and you can't hear the music outside. Inside is KTV.

Xiaosai said a few more words, got up and hurried away.

Yuan Huapeng raised his hand and took a sip of beer, looking sideways at Feng Jun, "Shall we change places and sing?"

Feng Jun glanced at him and said with a smile, "Why, have you met an old lover? Or ... will it reach Li Ting's ear?"

"That's a little fart boy, only twenty-five or six," Yuan Huapeng said slowly. "It's pretty, but it's not necessarily the one you like."

"It's beautiful?" Feng Jun froze for a moment, then smiled again. "She, the girl of her age, should be most obsessed with your uncle type?"

"Fuck off, I'm still young," Yuan Huapeng said irritably and funny.

The two were talking, and there were a group of people on the stairs. There were more than a dozen men and women, and the small race was at the forefront. A girl in the six-meter-to-six position was surrounded by stars holding the moon.

Beauty, a real big beauty, and full of aura. Among the dozen handsome men and women, she is not tall, even if she wears a seven or eight centimeter heel on her feet, it is still lower than most of her companions.

The beautiful woman has an excellent figure, a gorgeous appearance, a large forehead, but no bangs. She wears a ball head backwards, and the neck is slightly longer, but there is no silk scarf or something. The neck looks more slender.

These flaws, resting on others, are all deductions, but they have given her a noble and indifferent temperament.

No one needs to say that Feng Jun knew at first glance that this woman is probably Zhou Xiaotong.

According to her conscience, she would be robbed of her good looks or a red sister standing beside her, which is comparable to her, that is, another alternative beauty, Zhang Caixin.

This pedestrian stopped at the deck next to them. When he was seated, Zhou Xiaotong glanced at his eyes, then stunned slightly, and looked at Yuan Huapeng, "Brother Peng?"

"Xiaotong," Yuan Huapeng stood up and stretched out his hand with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a long time, the longer the more beautiful."

Zhou Xiaotong reached out his hand and shook it with him like a dragonfly. His perfunctory attitude was very obvious.

Then she glanced at Feng Jun again and asked casually, "Your friend?"

"Relatives from my hometown," Yuan Huapeng replied quietly. "He came from a small place and brought him to the world."

"Um," Zhou Xiaotong nodded lightly and turned to sit down.

The two groups sat next to each other, each talking, and sang "Zebra" below.

Feng Jun's reaction just now has almost disturbed the people, but Zhou Xiaotong's group of people is more inattentive than them. At the beginning, all kinds of wine and dried fruits were brought over, and then they were toasting.

Xiao Qian, the girl, was a little stunned, and muttered in a low voice, "Is this a box?"

Yuan Huapeng glanced at her lightly, and whispered expressionlessly, "Say less."

However, a song "Zebra" has not been finished yet, the sound next door is getting louder, and some people even clap their hands to applaud. It feels like they are performing arts.

Many audiences looked sideways, thinking that these people influenced the atmosphere too much, but they just didn't see it.

A female voice cried out, pure Jingqiang, "Waiter, send two bottles of Corona."

After a song is sung, an audience has already left the scene-there is no atmosphere, what to wait for?

But Zhou Xiaotong didn't feel it at all, the sound was getting louder and louder. The next song was "Blue Lotus", this kind of tune did not suppress their voice.

Feng Jun glanced at Yuan Huapeng, his mouth close to his ear, and asked in a low voice, "Is it appropriate for them to be so noisy?"

"No one can control it," Yuan Huapeng replied helplessly. "You don't care if you don't look at the boss? Zhou Xiaotong is just happy."

"I know why you have to change places," Feng Jun laughed.

Yuan Huapeng went to the following city, which was quite bullish. He was listening to a song quietly for a while now. Someone was so noisy next to him. He could n’t interfere, and he only left invisible.

Yuan Huapeng glanced at him and said angrily, "You really don't know."

"Okay, change the place," Feng Jun glanced at the three models. "Are there any fees?"

"You don't have to worry about it," Yuan Huapeng waved, "Go to the car and wait for me."

Feng Jun stood up and walked out. Whenever he thought about it, he walked two steps. There was a woman at the table next door.

"Toast?" Feng Jun froze for a moment, then smiled, "You are all found to be handsome, so toast."

Zhou Xiaotong was sitting in the middle, as if she was surrounded by stars, and she was cold and lonely.

She glanced at him and lifted her chin slightly, spit out a word gently, "Sit."

Feng Jun didn't see this kind of self-feeling. When he saw the woman who was looking for Xiao Sai sitting next to Zhou Xiaotong, there was an empty seat next to her, so she walked over to sit down.

The wicker chair here is similar to a sofa. There are single and extended ones. When the woman saw him sitting next to him, she turned to smile and said, "If you want to respect Xiaotong, you must pass me first."

Feng Jun glanced at her, thought for a moment, and raised his hand to choose an empty goblet on the table, grabbed a bottle of wine that he did n’t know, and poured two-thirds of it, and raised it to her With a smile, "Did you?"

The woman did not speak, and raised her hand to pick up the wine glass in front of her.

In her glass, the wine was less than one-third, but this did not prevent her from touching the cup with Feng Jun, then raised her left hand with a smile, and gestured with her eyes: you please first.

Feng Jun tasted it, his brows couldn't help but slightly raised, then he tilted his neck and poured a large half of the wine into his stomach.

Putting the wine glass on the table, he couldn't help grinning: Nima, the taste of this wine is really strange ...

But he believes that the wine poured out of the bottle should be free of greasy ... right?

There was a trace of surprise in the woman's eyes, hesitation, and she raised her hand and killed the wine in the glass.

"Good thing," someone clapped, "Sister Hui is really a man, everyone applauded ..."

These people had so much fun and didn't even care about the many other guests beside them.

After applause, the woman glanced at Feng Jun and nodded with a smile. "Not bad ... are you here?"

Feng Jun pondered for a while. The degree of this wine is not low, forty degrees, and the taste is very strange. Most people drink such a glass, it is really difficult to come back in a short time.

At this moment, a man spoke out, this man is about twenty-four or five years old, looks very handsome, and has a very good figure and figure, but unfortunately, the masculinity is a little insufficient, it is the kind of small fresh meat Type of.

He picked up the beer glass in front of him and said with a smile, "This brother, don't know what to call?"

People in Beijing say "brother" and "sister" these days, in fact, it is also a respectable name. Just like the people of Yongyang, the old ladies in their sixties or seventies can call the young man at the age of 20 Lang called "big brother" .

Feng Jun saw the jealousy in his eyes and looked at the other party's famous brand, which is probably a little dude, so he smiled slightly, "Are you serving beer?"

"I'm not used to drinking mixed wine," Xiaowan put down the glass in her hand, picked up a whole bottle of beer, and didn't ask the other person's name. "Brother, then I'll make a bottle, don't you think?"

In fact, his bottle, which is 330ml, is no more than a cup.

Feng Jun hesitated for a moment, and before he could speak, he heard Zhou Xiaotong's words, "First eat something and pad your stomach."

As soon as she made a sound, the little guy suddenly put down the bottle, but at the same time, he did not forget to give Feng Feng a gloomy glance.

Is this ... an incident involving jealousy? Feng Jun looked at Zhou Xiaotong suspiciously.

The beauties sat right there, looking at Yange Taiwan lightly without looking at him.

As if feeling his gaze, Zhou Xiaotong glanced sideways at him, slightly nodded, and went to the singer on the stage.

The sister Hui, who was sandwiched between them, saw the situation and stood up and smiled and said, "I give way and you two sit together and drink."

At this moment, Yuan Huapeng came over, "Master, don't you go yet? Then we are waiting for you in the car?"

Zhou Xiaotong glanced at him suspiciously, the beautiful E's eyebrow slightly frowned, "Brother Peng, this is not your relative? What is the master?"

"It's my fellow countryman," Yuan Huapeng replied with a smile, "Chinese medicine, Feng Shui master ... very good."

"Oh? Really?" Zhou Xiaotong was a little surprised. "That's about asking for some advice ... Brother Peng, please go back first."

Yuan Huapeng gave Feng Jun a deep look and turned to leave.

Feng Jun saw this clearly, so he poured himself another half a cup, drew a cup at Zhou Xiaotong, and said with a smile, "Sister Xiaotong, I respect you this cup ... Peng Ge is leaving."

Zhou Xiaotong waved his hand and said casually, "He's gone now, I just have some feng shui questions ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I'll find a quiet place to talk about later."

Another slightly older man said, "Sister Xiaotong, who is Brother Peng, who is actually posing with you?"

"Yuan Zihao's youngest son," Zhou Xiaotong replied lightly, his face still cold, "I'll see you later."

After a pause, she glanced at Feng Jun again, "This wine is very powerful, drink it slowly, don't worry."

Feng Jun smiled disapprovingly. "This wine is nothing. After respecting Xiaotong, I should go."

"Is it? The amount of wine is so good?" Zhou Xiaotong still doesn't look at him, just a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "Then you have to pass the customs clearance first, we also appreciate your amount of wine."

Feng Jun's face was black, he really didn't know what kind of conflict there was between Yuan and Zhou's family, which would make this cold and glamorous woman run so close to herself, "Sister Xiaotong, I'm not familiar with Yuan Huapeng. Sorry, it's not good to go directly to him? "

(Updated to summon the monthly pass for the April guarantee.)

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