At this mont, as he exaggeratedly narrated the story, he wanted to be the focal point of everyone’s attention.
A few people sat in the booth, chatting for a while.
The crowd in the livehouse began to surge.
Wu Siqi pointed to a spot diagonally ahead, excitedly saying, "Drinks and food over at the bar are ready, let’s go get so, drink, eat, and chat!"
"Go! Off we go! Let’s grab a lot!" Li Jingrong imdiately responded, affectionately pulling Zhang Minghua to stand up.
Tang Song glanced at Cinderella beside him, noticing the subtle glances in the surroundings.
He smiled, proactively reaching out to gently enfold her slightly cool hand in his palm.
Qian Lele’s heart skipped a beat.
She lowered her head, hiding her flushed cheeks behind her falling strands of hair, letting him guide her.
They navigated through the intersections of flashing colorful lights and crowds in the Livehouse.
Silently feeling the sense of being enveloped, led, and protected.
The five lined up in front of the bar, waiting.
Tang Song’s gaze swept around, curiously examining the crew preparing for filming.
Though he had invested in Mortals for a long ti, it was his first ti at such a filming site, and he felt it was quite novel.
Soon, his gaze suddenly paused, revealing a startled expression.
The second floor of Light Rail Livehouse, a semi-open circular gallery separated by dark tal railings from the dance floor on the first floor.
Contrasting with the crowded and lively atmosphere downstairs, the lighting there is dimr and quieter, sparsely scattered with a few VIP booths.
And in one of the booths with the best view, a woman reclined on the sofa, holding a cup with a dazzling cocktail, elegant and leisurely in deanor.
Though there was so distance and the lighting was sowhat dim.
But wearing Tang Song’s glasses, he imdiately recognized his cosplayer girlfriend.
Fool Qing!
Tang Song raised his eyebrows, with the corners of his mouth unconsciously lifting slightly.
Speaking of which, he had been back in Yan City for two or three days now, always saying he’d go to see her, but ended up not having the ti.
Unexpectedly, they encountered each other here, perfect for going over to give her a surprise.
He gently squeezed Qian Lele’s hand, quietly whispered in her ear, "Lele, I have to leave for a mont. I’ll be back soon, you all have fun."
"Oh, okay." Qian Lele nodded reflexively.
Feeling Tang Song’s hand loosen, she felt inexplicably empty inside.
Her gaze uncontrollably followed his figure through the crowd, step by step up the stairs.
...
In the dim light and shadow, in the VIP booth on the second floor.
"Sister Qingqing, I saw you ntioned in the group that your ex-boyfriend later chased you in his Ferrari on a rainy night on the overpass, what... what happened to him afterwards?"
Crisp held her face in her hands, her eyes full of yearning for the "dominant CEO fantasy co true."
"Him..." Xu Qing’s eyes beca sowhat distant, as if trapped in a complex, sorrowful rembrance, "He now... probably stays alone, guarding the empty villa that once belonged to us. Drinking alone, waiting for to change my mind."
"After all." She reached out a slender finger, gently tapped her red lips, "So things, once tasted, can never be relinquished."
"Wow... he seems so sentintal!" Crisp listened, feeling empathetic, "Just because of his dominance and arrogance, he lost soone as exceptional as Sister Qingqing. He surely regrets it to death!"
"Heh!" Xu Qing’s lips curved with a faint smile tinged with three parts mockery, three parts coolness, and four parts casual disregard, "n’s regret is like expired canned goods, aside from proving he was blind at the ti, it’s worthless!"
Just then.
A deep, magnetic voice suddenly sounded beside her, "What ex-boyfriend? What was tasted?"
Xu Qing’s body stiffened sharply, almost chanically, as her head rose, fra by fra.
Then she saw that familiar figure, so familiar it couldn’t be any more familiar.
Dood! Caught red-handed!
The composure of the "lead actress" instantly collapsed, replaced by sheer panic and helplessness.
(OДO)!!
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