Sara Heyo is the address sent by Wan Xiaorui.
Song Boyu arrived at Saraheyo and drove his car directly to the entrance of the bar.
This Sara Heyo bar is considered a mid-to-low-end bar.
Therefore, the security guards at Saraheyo didn't dare to do anything about the Porsche and could only let the sports car park at the entrance.
This made Song Boyu feel that it's really good to be rich. Money can make the devil turn the millstone, and money is like a father.
He walked in in a cheerful mood and immediately saw Wan Xiaorui surrounded by a crowd, dancing. Song Boyu thought she had been bullied.
Song Boyu immediately quickened his pace and walked towards Wan Xiaorui.
What are you doing? Get out of my way!
A young man with dyed red hair and a buzz cut, wearing a red leather jacket, blue jeans, and a silver thug badge around his neck, felt somewhat confused by Song Boyu's shout and turned to look.
You idiot, are you talking to me?
Release Wan Xiaorui.
Hey, pretty boy, who do you think you are? Get out of my way.
Seriously, buddy? Are you here to get beaten up?
A burst of laughter erupted, clearly indicating that these people were in cahoots.
With your skinny arms and legs, you think you can play the hero and save the damsel in distress?
Hahaha, another burst of laughter.
Exactly, don't you even know your own limitations?
A group of people started verbally abusing Song Boyu.
Song Shao.
Wan Xiaorui peeked out from the crowd and greeted Song Boyu when she saw him.
Haha, still calling himself Young Master Song?
The man with the red buzz cut looked at a young man next to him with a puzzled expression.
Little Fruit, can you help me think of someone? Do you remember anyone with the surname Song in Kyoto?
The young man called Xiaoguozi shook his head blankly.
I don't really remember him. He's either from a family that keeps its name hidden or just a small-time tycoon.
However, the boss, regardless of which possibility it may be, is not someone we should offend.
The short-haired, red-haired man wasn't entirely satisfied with his underling's last sentence, but he still took it to heart.
Song Shao, right? Don't misunderstand, we were just having a simple night out. Wan Xiaorui is my sister, and my name is Wan Xiaoxin.
Song Boyu, who had been holding on a bit, secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Wan Xiaoxin's change in attitude and readily agreed.
Ah, that's a misunderstanding.
Yes, it's a misunderstanding. Young Master Song came to see Xiao Rui, right?
Xiao Rui, come here.
Wan Xiaorui, seeing Song Boyu looking so manly, ran out shyly and gave her older brother a reproachful look.
Young Master Song, were you scared? That's just how my brother is. Just ignore him right now.
Watching Wan Xiaoxin instantly lower her posture and Wan Xiaorui act coy, Song Boyu felt a surge of satisfaction.
Xiao Rui, you asked me to meet you here, and I'm here, but I don't really like this place. It gives me a feeling of insecurity.
Wan Xiaorui knew that Song Boyu was still angry, so she continued to coax him.
Young Master Song, this bar belongs to my brother, so it's quite safe. Of course, if you don't like it, we can go somewhere else.
Okay, let's go then. Your brother won't mind if you come with me, will he?
Song Boyu probed again.
Can I leave with Xiaorui now?
sure.
Song Boyu was pleased by this compliance, and with his hands in his pockets, he was pulled out by Wan Xiaorui's arm.
Take care, Mr. Song. Come visit again next time!
Wan Xiaoxin called out to Song Boyu's retreating figure with a fawning expression.
As soon as Wan Xiaorui stepped out the door, she saw Song Boyu's million-dollar luxury car.
However, Wan Xiaorui was not unsophisticated. She knew that any employee at Retourner earned a considerable salary, but she had never ridden in such a luxury car before.
Get in the car.
Song Boyu, feigning gentlemanly manners, opened the car door for Wan Xiaorui and shielded her head.
Wan Xiaorui looked at the impeccably dressed Song Boyu and felt a little tempted.
I got into the car, and the sports car sped away.
Wan Xiaoxin and his gang came out and saw the sports car driving away.
Brother Xin, look, that kid's driving a Porsche 911.
That car is fucking cool.
The underlings were all chattering about how cool the sports car was, which made Wan Xiaoxin very unhappy. He felt that his position and authority as the boss were threatened.
Damn it, what are you looking at? Go back and check the place.
Boss, where are you going?
Laozi went upstairs to vent his anger.
Inside a Porsche 911.
Song Boyu was driving a Porsche 911 with a curvaceous beauty in the passenger seat. He felt incredibly pleased with himself, like a protagonist in a wish-fulfillment novel, a down-on-his-luck young master. Looking at his own demeanor, he was unmistakably the epitome of a young master.
Young Master Song, where are we headed?
Wan Xiaorui asked excitedly from inside the sports car.
Living a life of debauchery and decadence.
"Living a life of debauchery?" Is that the famous club in the Dark Zone?
Hmph, you know quite a lot.
The night was enchanting, the car lights flashed, and the Porsche 911 soon reached a state of blissful indulgence.
Sorry sir, your car cannot be parked here.
Okay, then drive it to the parking lot.
Song Boyu tossed the car keys to the security guard and then put his arm around Wan Xiaorui as they went inside.
The upbeat music made the two people who entered unconsciously start moving.
Song Shao.
ah?
It's so lively here!
Right? It's much better than your brother's place.
A waiter walked by as the two were whispering in each other's ears.
Sir/Madam, what would you like to drink?
ah?
The music was so loud that it was impossible to hear unless you listened carefully, so the waiter repeated it, and this time Song Boyu heard it.
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Book categories, authors, and full-length book rankings
Homepage Click Ranking Recommended Ranking Favorites Ranking Temporary Bookshelf
PC version of all novels, latest updates, site map, member bookshelf
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
