It has been a long time since Zhou Moshi attended such a gathering in the capital.
In addition, those people usually have a good relationship with Wen Yi, and they have often heard Wen Yi brag about how special Zhou Moshi is to her, so they subconsciously assume that Zhou Moshi will never give her the cold shoulder.
But they just forgot that this living devil of the capital city can turn against anyone at any time. When has he ever tried to reason with anyone?
The glass hit the table, and the amber wine splashed all over the table due to inertia. It looked sticky and messy.
A few drops of cold liquid stained the cold white back of his hand.
It was a bit dazzling in Su Fanxing's eyes.
She naturally pulled a tissue from her bag, naturally reached out her hand, and gently sucked the filth off his hands.
After finishing the action and moving the tissue away, her little finger gently tickled Zhou Moshi's skin, which made her feel itchy and numb, as if she was taking revenge on the man for deliberately whispering in her ear when he entered the room.
Throughout the whole process, she leaned lazily in Zhou Moshi's arms, as if she had realized the image of "Su Daji" described by Wen Qisheng.
"Second Master, don't be so fierce. Everyone is watching you." Her white fingertips touched the opening of his shirt and poked his hard chest.
Su Fanxing called him "Second Master" all the time, obviously with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
Zhou Moshi was so angry that his eyebrows were burning with anger, but when he heard this heartless woman teasing him, the murderous aura in his body instantly subsided.
Tsk, so it's his fault for getting angry—
But if you think about it carefully, Su Fanxing has no say in this matter.
When did Zhou Moshi, the person he held dear to his heart, allow others to point fingers at him and gossip about him?
With a cold look on his lips, he held Su Fanxing's upper body without moving, but he kicked his long legs suddenly and put one foot on the coffee table in front of him, which was at the same height as the sofa.
He is unruly but also has a domineering aura.
The commotion here was so loud that even Wen Qisheng, a sunny and cheerful boy who was busy picking up girls, turned his attention over here.
Who would have thought that after just one look at the two people cuddling together, he would want to poke out his own eyes.
Shouldn't this male and female evil duo be mindful of their impact on the outside world?!
From the half-understood conversation he had just heard, he probably guessed what had happened - most likely someone was so foolish as to provoke his little ancestor in front of Zhou Moshi.
"Ahem, harmony brings wealth. It's a rare occasion for us to gather together in Hong Kong, so let's all be less talkative!"
His gaze shifted to his cousin who was looking unhappy, and he sighed inwardly again.
In order to ease the overly awkward atmosphere, he picked up the microphone that he had been monopolizing with the beautiful woman and handed it to Su Fanxing: "Come on, sing a song with me?"
"......" Su Fanxing didn't dare to answer.
Obviously, after Wen Qisheng said this, Zhou Moshi's face became even uglier.
He immediately took the microphone and threw it to Wen Yi who was sitting not far away. "Go, sing a song for me."
Are you kidding? Su Fanxing has never sung a song for him in private. Do these useless people with loose lips deserve to listen?
Why didn't I find these people so annoying before?
Wen Yi's sharp eyes were instantly covered with a layer of haze because of Zhou Moshi's actions. She twitched her lips decently, but her face still turned pale uncontrollably.
Is Zhou Moshi... asking her to sing and have fun with the woman he brought with him?
What do you take her for?!
The lights in the private room flickered colorfully, and the constantly changing light glaze was scattered on the messy table covered with wine stains.
The leather high-top military boots were placed on the edge of the table, and next to the trouser legs was Su Fanxing's black long skirt.
Extremely ruffian and extremely elegant.
The sharp contrast was surprisingly harmonious, as if these two people were born in the same world, and she and everyone present were just outsiders.
Wen Yi's fingertips almost dug into her palm, and her unwillingness was choked in her throat.
But he could only put on an ugly smile in front of everyone, and walked to Wen Qisheng with the microphone.
The music started, she took the microphone and began to sing softly.
But her eyes still fell on the man on the sofa in disbelief.
Zhou Moshi just leaned back in the chair, his facial features shrouded in shadow, but he didn't even look at her. Instead, he lowered his eyes intently and looked at Su Fanxing in his arms.
Those gloomy eyes were filled with unprecedented tenderness and affection.
Wen Yi felt a pang of bitterness in her heart, and she suddenly felt a little regretful. She had flown back from abroad just to see Zhou Moshi tonight.
———
Su Fanxing naturally had no interest in Wen Yi singing.
She could see that this woman had other thoughts about Zhou Moshi.
But so what? She hasn't been able to take down this man in all these years, and now he's forming a small group to target her. It's inexplicably funny.
The longer she waited, the more she felt that this so-called party was extremely boring.
Zhou Moshi beside her was chatting with a few friends about projects in Beijing, but she had no interest in listening.
At first, I was playing games on my phone, but as I was playing, the phone was about to run out of battery.
For Su Fanxing, the most uncomfortable thing in the world is to be in a bar or nightclub, but can only sit there stupidly and not have fun.
As she entered the store, she noticed that it was very nicely decorated and there were even musical performances outside. It was exactly what she wanted.
After struggling for a long time, she pursed her lips, secretly pulled Zhou Moshi's ear, and bargained softly: "Can I go for a walk outside? Ten minutes, I'll be back in ten minutes!"
Zhou Moshi naturally wouldn't allow Su Fanxing to go out alone to attract attention.
Who knows what those men who approached her were thinking? Just thinking about the way they looked at Su Fanxing made him go crazy.
Zhou Moshi paused his conversation with the others, frowned suddenly, and said in a bossy tone: "I'll accompany you later."
"No, no." Su Fanxing quickly waved her hand to refuse.
What good guy would bring such a living devil with him when visiting a nightclub?
Those who know her think she is her fiancé, and those who don’t... think she is just bringing a living father out to have fun.
Zhou Moshi neither nodded nor objected, but just held her waist and refused to let her go.
Seeing that he was about to get rid of those people and follow her out, Su Fanxing hurriedly pressed down his hand and bit her lip like a spoiled child.
"I'm going to the bathroom, you really don't need to follow me..."
She was so good at acting like a spoiled child, and she knew Zhou Moshi would fall for it.
The slight glint of her peach blossom eyes made him sigh helplessly, and he kissed her lips indulgently.
"Come back soon."
Su Fanxing finally felt relieved and left the private room as if escaping.
Without hesitation, she almost immediately arrived at the hall where the livehouse was being held.
Just before she entered the door, she noticed that there was a valuable crystal grand piano in the center of the bar.
Having not performed on stage for a long time, she became almost obsessed with this instrument and wanted to see what kind of literati would play it in a bar.
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