Lu Zexi put the wine back and looked towards the door with a strange expression.

Qin Ci breathed a sigh of relief and unbuttoned two buttons.

Damn it, if he hadn't given face to Bo Lin and Shen Mo, he would have killed Lu Zexi, the second-generation rich kid!

Manager Liu pushed the door open and several eyes looked at him with excitement or curiosity.

"Who is this?" Shen Mo was disappointed. "Where is the fairy downstairs?"

When Bo Lin heard him ask, he raised his eyelids and looked over. When he saw Andy, he paused.

Manager Liu secretly cursed and hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry, everyone, Xiao Jian is still a student and will be leaving get off work soon."

Shen Mo suddenly lost interest.

As a few people were talking, Xue Pan's phone vibrated in the corner.

[Come out, I'm in the bathroom on the second floor.]

Xue Pan's eyes moved slightly. He looked up at the tipsy young masters, and when he saw that no one was paying attention to him, he went out quietly.

"Xue Pan." Hua Jian leaned against the pool and asked directly, "Is Qin Ci drunk?"

Xue Pan frowned: "Almost, what happened?"

"I just saw Cui Zhao on the first floor."

"Impossible, Jiang Yueming said he was exiled..."

Hua Jian immediately said, "Nothing is impossible. Cui Zhao is not as simple as Jiang Yueming and Qin Ci think."

[Fuck, Qin Ci and Jiang Yueming are simple-minded people who didn't even know how they died at Cui Zhao's hands.]

Xue Pan's heart moved.

Then Hua Jian continued in her heart: [No matter what, Shu Yao must not take Qin Ci to the nightclub in West City today.]

"Do you want to be rich again?"

Bo Lin heard Hua Jian's words as soon as he entered the bathroom.

Suddenly, the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground was heard in the quiet space. Hua Jian couldn't help but look back and met Bo Lin's gaze directly.

Bo Lin didn't make eye contact with him. He walked past the two of them without even glancing at them and entered the compartment.

When Bo Lin came out again, the bathroom was empty. He washed his hands expressionlessly.

"Mr. Bo!" He was startled and turned around immediately.

Hua Jian paused suddenly. Bo Lin's face was pale, and the dark circles under his eyes looked even darker.

Hua Jian then realized that she had scared him.

"It's me, Xiao Jian, the bartender at UP. Mr. Lu arranged for me to take you home."

The other few who didn't drink were called away by Bian Shao's men to be drivers, leaving only Hua Jian who was preparing to get off work.

Bo Lin's heart was pounding wildly, and he nodded to Hua Jian unconsciously.

On the way back, Bo Lin half-closed his eyes and looked out the window. It was very quiet around him, even the boy who liked to complain in his heart was silent.

Apparently, it's because he's too boring.

After a while, he said calmly: "Do you know Qin Ci?"

Hua Jian was stunned and said, "Boss Bo asked me? Mr. Qin and I don't know each other."

He was lying, Bo Lin closed his eyes mockingly and stopped talking.

[No one in UP knows about my part-time job as a race car driver for Qin Ci. That bastard Qin Ci must have come over downstairs just now and was seen by Boss Bo.]

Bo Lin suddenly opened his eyes.

I wonder if Xue Pan can successfully send Qin Ci home? Cui Zhao is a wicked man to the core. He wants to drag Qin Ci into this situation and discredit the Qin family's elders. He appears to be working for the Qin family's political enemies, but in reality, he's trying to get the Qin family to point the finger at the Shen family's eldest wife.

[Alas, what a miserable life! If it weren't for the Shen family's second branch wanting to harm Xie Zhiwei, I really wouldn't bother worrying about these things.]

Bo Lin's alcohol tolerance is not very good. He was in a bad mood today and drank a few more glasses. At this moment, he was half drunk.

"Turn on the music." His voice was hoarse and low.

Soft piano music soon rang out in the car.

Very good, he didn’t want to hear Xie Zhiwei’s name in Hua Jian’s heart again.

He quickly fell into a light sleep and did not hear Hua Jian's mumbling.

[The sound of Mr. Bo's drunken voice made me feel very strange, as if I were being tickled by something.]

It's a little itchy.