After leaving Yalin Villa, Gu Bai still had a sullen face, leaving Xu Zezhan and Liang Muchuan far behind, looking quite angry.
Liang Muchuan glanced at the figure in front of him, "He's always like this when he loses money."
Xu Zezhan laughed and said, "He's angry that I didn't feed him cards."
"So why don't you feed him cards?" Liang Muchuan flicked the lighter with his knuckles. The wind was a bit strong, and it took him two or three tries to light his cigarette. He slowly exhaled a smoke ring: "Are you really afraid he'll get a girlfriend?"
Xu Zezhan paused, a half-smile playing on his lips, his expression revealing nothing: "I feed him every year, and he takes it all for granted. As for me, I deserve to lose."
Liang Muchuan narrowed his eyes. Among them, if we were to say who could remain the most composed, it would undoubtedly be Xu Zezhan.
He still remembered that when they were young, he and Xu Zezhan both wanted to compete for the position of class monitor. He treated everyone to meals and campaigned for votes, while Xu Zezhan remained calm and unhurried. On the day of the election, most of the students in the class voted for Xu Zezhan, including the group that he had treated everyone to meals.
To this day, he still can't figure out why.
If Fu Wenzhou is a mad dog, then Xu Zezhan is a fox.
They're the kind of people who are as black-hearted as can be.
When Xu Zezhan wants something, he doesn't just snatch it like Fu Wenzhou does, as if he wants to announce to the world, "This is mine, and no one is allowed to touch it. Anyone who dares to take it from me will be bitten by a mad dog."
Xu Zezhan quietly set up a trap long ago, just waiting for people to fall into it.
He felt a little sorry for Gu Bai: "That's a bit unfair. This year, he'll have to see how you negotiate."
Xu Zezhan's lips curled into a mocking smile: "He won't care."
Liang Muchuan fell silent, unsure of what to say.
Fortunately, Xu Zezhan didn't take the matter too seriously. Instead, he took out his phone and said, "I'll show you something."
Liang Muchuan flicked off the ash from his cigarette, his voice sounding somewhat distant in the night wind: "What?"
Xu Zezhan opened his chat with Shen Guannan and zoomed in on the photo to show Liang Muchuan.
Liang Muchuan frowned immediately: "Why did Song Qingyou go to a bar? Doesn't she dislike noisy places?"
Xu Zezhan said, "You also think this is Song Qingyou?"
Liang Muchuan looked up and sensed something was wrong: "When was this photo taken?"
Xu Zezhan said, "Shen Guannan sent this message when we first arrived at Fu Wenzhou's house. He said he saw Song Qingyou in a bar and casually took a picture and sent it to me. At the time, Song Qingyou was talking to Yan Miao right next to us. How could she be in a bar? Does she have the ability to be in two places at once?"
Liang Muchuan frowned and zoomed in on the photo. The back view was blurry, but it looked incredibly similar to Song Qingyou from every angle. "Is there a front view?"
"No." Xu Zezhan shook his head: "Guan Nan didn't post it, but Gu Bai also saw this figure from behind at this bar last time."
Liang Muchuan paused for a moment and said, "It might just be that they look alike."
Xu Zezhan said, "Perhaps. Actually, there are quite a few people in the world who look alike."
"Hmm." Liang Muchuan didn't pay much attention to it. After all, it was just a photo of a back view, so it wasn't strange that they looked somewhat similar.
At two in the morning, there was hardly anyone on the road, only rows of streetlights, and a thick layer of snow piled up on the ground. Song Qingyou stood at the second-floor window and watched them get into the car.
Just as he was about to look away, his body was forcefully turned around.
Meeting Fu Wenzhou's gloomy eyes, Song Qingyou chuckled and said, "It's a new year, Fu Wenzhou."
Before she could finish speaking, her lips were bitten. Song Qingyou felt something slide into her mouth, and she couldn't help but gasp.
Fu Wenzhou didn't kiss her for long, giving Song Qingyou enough time to breathe. He was like a clingy large dog that always wanted to stick close to its owner, maintaining a close, skin-to-skin contact with Song Qingyou at all times.
The man's breathing was heavy, his voice hoarse and restrained: "Youyou, we didn't countdown together this year. I wanted to countdown and make a wish with you on New Year's Eve. I even prepared a cake."
The puppy spoke in a very low voice, his eyebrows furrowed in displeasure. Even though half of his face was hidden in the darkness, it couldn't hide his still outstanding and stunning features.
Song Qingyou reached out and touched the deep blue square diamond by his ear: "It's just the New Year. It's the same if friends come over and we celebrate together."
“It’s different.” Fu Wenzhou said almost obsessively, “It’s different with Youyou. Wishes made at midnight will only come true. I didn’t make a wish this year.”
Song Qingyou chuckled and asked, "So what do you want to wish for?"
Fu Wenzhou said, "I wish my pomelo good health and a long life."
This is an extremely ordinary and simple wish.
Song Qingyou was slightly taken aback, and an indescribable soreness filled her heart.
Fu Wenzhou is always so earnest.
He took their relationship seriously, cherished their time together, and hoped that every important day would be filled with memorable moments.
He was like a fighter, always upholding and carrying out their love.
At an age when he should be enjoying life's pleasures, he willingly chose to be trapped in her city like a caged beast.
Song Qingyou didn't know how to respond to the puppy's passionate and fierce love. She opened her lips, feeling somewhat bitter.
Fu Wenzhou kissed her eyes, "Youyou, what do you want to wish for?"
Song Qingyou said in a low voice, "Isn't it said that it won't work after midnight?"
Fu Wenzhou's upturned eyes carried a hint of roguishness, and his jawline and Adam's apple were particularly prominent and attractive. His whole body exuded a carefree air, and Song Qingyou's eyes twitched when she saw his sexy Adam's apple.
Then a low chuckle came from beside her ear. The man's voice was hoarse and slow, carrying an unspoken allure: "Sister, I am your magic lamp."
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