Song Yuchen sneered, probably guessing that Yan Xi was going to use him to seduce his sister again.

Anyway, it’s not the first time, and Song Yuchen happened to be able to help him.

He dried his hair and went downstairs.

Yan Xi was like a colorful peacock, surrounding a beautiful woman, and the beautiful woman's laughter could be heard from time to time.

Yan Xi finally found a common topic with the beautiful girl, Song Yuchen.

He doesn't think of himself as a bootlicker at all; he is clearly a warrior charging for love.

"Come on, sit down."

Song Yuchen sat casually next to Yan Xi. His hair had just been blow-dried and he had a pleasant scent on his body.

A few buttons of his shirt were casually undone, revealing a hint of his chest muscles.

The image of the man shirtless downstairs was still in the woman's mind. She looked at the man in front of her with a smile.

Song Yuchen picked up a cigarette and lit it with half-closed eyes.

Smoke obscured my vision.

"Mr. Song, I've long heard of you."

The woman has a majestic appearance and a gentle personality. Just by sitting there without saying a word, one can feel the peace and prosperity of the country.

This woman is superior in both appearance and temperament.

He looks like he comes from a distinguished family.

"This is."

"Ms. Ouyang, Ouyang Lan."

Yan Xi played the role of a middleman and introduced them with a smile, but his eyes couldn't help but stare at Ouyang Lan.

She is so beautiful that she can easily charm a group of men just by standing there without saying a word.

Yan Xi discerningly classified himself into a large group of men.

"Ouyang?"

Song Yuchen's voice was low, as if he was savoring her name.