The bar was too crowded, not suitable for just the two of them.
Song Chi took Zhou Yun to a bar owned by one of his friends. It was owned by a second-generation wealthy individual and located in a secluded area, primarily used to entertain friends. Song Chi greeted them and when they arrived at half past ten, they were the only two people in the bar.
"Did you book the whole place?" Zhou Yun asked in surprise.
Song Chi said, "This place usually doesn’t operate after ten o’clock at night."
"The bar doesn’t operate after ten at night, how does it make money?" Zhou Yun was even more surprised.
Song Chi laughed, "It doesn’t need to make money."
Zhou Yun shrugged helplessly, "Okay, rich people’s world."
The bar wasn’t very spacious, but the interior was artistically decorated with many dieval-style swords, shields on the walls, and also accessories like necklaces, earrings, bracelets, etc. These elents combined to give the space a historical feel, yet the disorderly arrangent broke through so kind of heaviness.
"The environnt here is really nice." Zhou Yun remarked.
"Do you like it?" Song Chi asked.
"Yeah, it’s really nice for my first visit," Zhou Yun said, "It must also look good in photos."
Song Chi smiled and said, "Then how about I take a picture for you?"
"Not in a rush, let’s take it when we’re about to leave."
Song Chi and Zhou Yun sat down.
"What would you like to drink?" Song Chi picked up the nu and asked.
Zhou Yun didn’t want to look at the nu, she said, "You decide for ."
So Song Chi ordered for both of them.
After handing the nu to the waiter, the two suddenly found themselves at a loss for words.
Their eyes t.
"It’s been a few days since we last t." Song Chi said.
"Yeah." Zhou Yun nodded.
"I missed you a bit." Song Chi added.
" too." Zhou Yun replied.
Their eyes t again.
The two looked at each other, silent for a few seconds, then suddenly shared a smile.
Zhou Yun ran her fingers through her hair and turned to look out the window. The street outside was empty and quiet, with shadows of trees swaying.
"Enjoy your drinks," the waiter brought them two glasses of wine.
"Try it." Song Chi said to Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun picked up her glass, took a sip, a salty taste with a hint of sweetness, it was to her liking.
"Not bad."
"I guessed you’d like this," Song Chi quirked his lips, a smirk of triumph on his face.
A certain emotion was surging undercurrent.
Suddenly, there was the noise of the door opening. Who could it be at this ti? Wasn’t the place booked privately?
Song Chi and Zhou Yun turned their heads towards the sound, only to see an unexpected figure, Lew Qingqing. She was wearing a wine-red long dress and, due to the cold, a black, fluffy coat. Although she had just pushed open the door of the bar, she looked as if she had already been drinking, her deanor slightly tipsy. Her long hair was draped over one side of her head, and she still looked stunningly beautiful.
"How co you two are here?" Lew Qingqing, too, was surprised to see them, raising one hand and pointing at them, asking.
What surprised them even more was that Lew Qingqing was also holding the hand of a young man. He had a face unfamiliar but handso.
The last ti they saw Lew Qingqing, she was still Chen Wenjun’s girlfriend.
In the rather small space of the bar, Lew Qingqing walked directly up to them with the young man, suddenly smiled intriguingly at both of them, asking, "Are you two hiding here for a secret date?"
"No." Zhou Yun was quick to deny, her gaze fell on the young man behind Lew Qingqing, asking, "Who is this?"
"Oh, my boyfriend, Li Qi," Lew Qingqing introduced, then turned back to Li Qi and smiled at him like a girl about the sa age, "No need to introduce these two to you, right? Song Chi, Zhou Yun, they’re more famous than I am."
Li Qi was sowhat reserved, greeting Zhou Yun and Song Chi, "Hello."
Zhou Yun replied in surprise, "Hello."
Wasn’t Lew Qingqing dating Chen Jusheng? How did she switch to such a young boyfriend?
"He’s also an actor, just graduated. If you have any good opportunities, consider him," Lew Qingqing revealed a sweet smile, her fingers tightly intertwined with Li Qi’s, displaying an ardently sweet gesture.
Zhou Yun noticed Li Qi suddenly looked a bit embarrassed. Indeed, at his age, which boy would want his girlfriend to publicly ask others for opportunities?
Pride is worn on the face, not just to be stepped on the ground, even moving it down by two inches would seem unbearably disgraceful.
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