Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

When the black business car parked in front of the Crown Club, the surroundings were already crowded with luxury cars.

A style that makes ordinary people daunting.

Uncle Gui glanced into the clubhouse, but he could only see a corner of the picture inside, and he already smelled the aura of luxury.

"Mr. Fu, go up now?" The hands of the watch on his wrist were at 7:40, which was not yet time.

Fu Yanchi pushed the door open and got out of the car, her movements were lazy and dignified, "Someone probably couldn't wait."

"I'll pick you up in half an hour?"

"According to the plan, it will be nine o'clock, and there must be some time for people to play."

After speaking, Fu Yanchi put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly into the clubhouse.

The light and shadow on the dance floor in the lobby are changing, ambiguous, and the air is full of strong hormones.

In the fully floor-to-ceiling glass booths on the second floor, there are also vague figures, and men and women can be seen everywhere in front of the glass, swaying to the dance floor music.

"Isn't it, Ziyun? You don't even look up to the Second Young Master Jiang, and you've taken a fancy to Fu Yanchi, that poor ghost...?"

Going up to the second floor, Fu Yanchi had just pushed open the glass door of the booth when a taunting and teasing word came to his ears.

He raised his eyebrows, and walked in with a calm expression, "Poor ghost and sick child? Are you talking about me, but it's worthy of the name."

There were five people in the booth, and suddenly they heard the clear voice of a man, which made them all stunned, and turned their heads to find that Fu Yanchi had already arrived.

When Song Ziyun saw the person walking in, his eyes flickered slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

The man wore a baggy gray windbreaker with white lined black pants today. He was tall and thin, with broad shoulders and long legs.

The facial features are clear and handsome, the corners of the lips are lightly curled into a smile that is not a smile, and the elegant and charming temperament in the gestures of the hands and feet can easily make people fall in love at a glance.

"Achi, are you here?" Song Ziyun suppressed her heartbeat and greeted with a smile, "Manman was joking with me just now, don't mind those words, come and sit here."

As he spoke, he moved a little to the side of the sofa, motioning for Fu Yanchi to sit next to her.

The sofa in the booth is arranged in an L shape, and she is sitting on a short sofa, which can just accommodate two people.

Xu Manman, a woman with long curly hair who was sitting on the long sofa, pursed her lips imperceptibly when she saw this.

She felt uncomfortable for a moment when she was caught speaking ill of someone behind her back, but it was only for a moment.

She didn't like Fu Yanchi at all.

Nothing but a skin.

Frail and sick, I have time to show off my grades in my previous studies, but going out to society depends on ability and strength, and the scores on the test papers when I was studying cannot be used as food or money.

I don't know what Song Ziyun thinks, the dignified young lady of the Song family actually has a crush on Fu Yanchi.

If the two really get married, let's see, Fu Yanchi will definitely eat soft food.

Among the five people present, apart from her, Jiang Kai's contempt and hostility towards Fu Yanchi was more obvious. After the beating came in, he didn't even raise his eyes, and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, chatting and laughing with the people next to him.

Completely treat Fu Yanchi as air.

The expressions of the rest of the people were similar.

So it's debatable how much of this celebration, which is called a celebration, is actually a celebration.

Fu Yanchi acted as if he hadn't seen it, with a natural expression, "The crown is not the same as before. When I first came in, it looked like it had been redecorated? Many of the previous decorations have also been changed."

As he spoke, he pulled the soft pouch behind the sofa and sat down, instead of going to Song Ziyun's side.

This move seems to be deliberately avoiding suspicion, but his tone of voice with a smile will not make people feel embarrassed or unhappy.

"The last time you came to Crown was almost six years ago, right?" Jiang Kai finally looked over, shaking his wine glass with a high attitude, "After so many years, we have all changed, let alone Crown? Everyone used to be a scholar , and now it has become the director or the boss.”

After he finished speaking, he paused, and looked arrogantly at Fu Yanchi with the corners of his lips curled up. "By the way, I remember that when Fu Yanchi was studying, you were always at the top of the class, right? Where do you get a high school now?"

Fu Yanchi did nothing, and they all knew this.

Now that Jiang Kai asked this on purpose, it was a blatant humiliation.

"Jiang Kai! Everyone came to the party, why are you talking so much!" Song Ziyun frowned and scolded, feeling annoyed and anxious.

She didn't ask these people to come to the party, but she didn't ask them to mess things up!

He clearly said it well beforehand, why did he show such an attitude on the spot?

"Ah Chi, don't worry about him, he's drinking too much and talking nonsense!" Song Ziyun was really anxious.

At the opening reception last time, inviting Meng Jingxian over instead messed things up, and her status in the family changed abruptly.

Her father directly ordered her to get married, and she was not allowed to go out.

The reason why she was able to come out this time was that she still used the excuse of dating Jiang Kai.

If she still can't take Fu Yanchi down today, then the only thing waiting for her in the future is the fate of being bought and sold.

Marry Jiang Kai, become the second wife of the Jiang family, and become a puppet of a wealthy family!

It looks glamorous, but it takes a lifetime to watch people's faces.

She will never allow herself to live like that!

Thinking of this, Song Ziyun's eyes became cold. If Jiang Kai provokes Fu Yanchi and drives her away, all her plans will come to naught!

After giving Jiang Kai a cold look, Song Ziyun leaned closer to Fu Yanchi, and said softly, "You are not well enough to drink, may I order you a drink?"

Fu Yanchi smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'm sorry."

"Are you polite with me?" The woman said angrily, got up and walked out.

Without her smoothing things out in the middle, the atmosphere in the booth suddenly cooled down.

Jiang Kai saw with his own eyes that Song Ziyun had two completely different attitudes towards him and Fu Yanchi, and he was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger.

He liked Song Ziyun when he was studying, but he couldn't catch up with him all the time. How could he think that Song Ziyun would leave him alone and fall in love with Fu Yanchi, a sick child!

In what way is he not better than Fu Yanchi? !

"You haven't answered the question just now." Jiang Kai stared at the man opposite, with contempt and sarcasm in his eyes without concealment, "Does Master Fu not know how to answer, or has nothing to answer?"

Xu Manman and the other two didn't say a word, pretending to have nothing to do with them, watching Fu Yanchi being ridiculed.

Fu Yanchi raised her eyebrows, and chuckled lightly, "Is there anything I can't answer, jobless people, living in vain, waiting to die, can't compare to everyone here."

"Hahahaha!" Jiang Kai laughed a few times, his face turned cold instantly, "Looks like I haven't seen you for a few years, and Fu Dacai has become Fu Da's waste. How do you have the face to pester Ziyun?!"

"This is unfair." Fu Yanchi sighed, and said helplessly, "Which of your eyes saw me pestering Miss Song? Didn't you call me out for today's celebration?"

Several people, "..." were speechless for a while.

The person who proposed the party was indeed not Fu Yanchi.

It was Song Ziyun who asked them to help celebrate. For the sake of Miss Song's family, they will only be sitting here tonight.

In other words, tonight's party was hosted by Song Ziyun for Fu Yanchi.

Then it is clear at a glance who is pestering whom.