Yunzhou City, Yuhuang Palace, high-end club.

Su Ziyue stroked the red suspender skirt that was barely reaching her thighs, and closed her long curly hair. She was sure that it was not messy, so she stepped on her slender and white legs and walked inside.

When he arrived at the door of the box, the waiter opened the door for her and made a gesture of invitation respectfully. Su Ziyue turned her head and looked at the waiter, with red lips slightly curled: "Thank you."

Seeing the waiter Ying leaving with red face in satisfaction, Su Ziyue turned around and entered the private room.

The confused water eyes glanced around casually and fell on her cousin Su Yige, who was sitting in the middle in a white dress. She had a knee-length white dress and black hair draped over her shoulders. She looked particularly gentle and charming when she talked to someone. Of course, this was just the feeling of an outsider.

I haven't seen each other for four years, but I still look like a little white lotus in the turbid world. No, it's the old white lotus.

The person beside him touched Su Yige's arm, and Su Yige looked at the door.

"Zi Yue, you are finally here. I promised to welcome you. My sister thought you were not here..." Su Yige walked over and held her hand intimately. Halfway through, he covered his mouth in surprise and screamed: "Ah, why are you dressing like this!"

Su Ziyue lifted her hair, with a hint of coldness in her eyes, but she smiled charmingly on her face, "Don't sister like me to wear this way? Yes, my sister is in grandpa's company every day, and she wears serious clothes. Have you ever seen this?"

Looking at Su Yige with an awkward look, she was dressed in dignity and generously in order to maintain her goddess image. Su Ziyue looked at her without saying anything, raised her chin and turned around and walked towards the corner where no one was.

Su Ziyue's eyes were light and she sipped slowly. As soon as she returned to China, Su Yige pretended to ask her in front of her grandfather. She didn't have to think about it and knew that she was uneasy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she sat firmly, a fat hand covered her waist. Su Ziyue's eyes turned cold, and she stood up and poured the juice in the glass on the man who touched her.

Someone noticed the movement here and screamed: "Oh my God, Mr. Mu!"

"Why are you doing this? You won't apologize to Young Master Mu!"

Su Yige came over after hearing the sound: "Ziyue, did you splash? You won't apologize to Young Master Mu."

Su Ziyue glanced at her, threw away the empty cup in her hand, and turned around and was about to walk out.

Before Su Yige could speak, a girl began to stand up for her: "Yige is your cousin. What kind of eyes do you have? Are you educated?"

Another quickly answered: "My mother died since she was a child, her father was in jail, she was alive, no one was raised, and it was normal to have no education."

Su Yige frowned, her eyes flushed with grievance: "Don't say that to Ziyue, this is her personality, but she is not bad..."

"Yige, you are just giving in to her too much. We all know what kind of person Su Ziyue is..."

"That's right, what a good thing can abortion be in high school!"

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What a familiar scene, it was the same four years ago. She was blocked by everyone at the school gate, making everyone talk, and put things that did not belong to her on her head, making her the target of public criticism.

Su Ziyue clenched her hands tightly, her face turned chill, but she couldn't say a word.

Mr. Mu waved a bunch of women who wiped his face, took a glass of wine from the person next to him, and his eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he grabbed Su Ziyue: "If you have a glass of wine with me, I won't bother with you!"

Su Ziyue shook his hand and did not shake it away. Young Master Mu had already stuffed the wine into her hand. Su Ziyue was about to throw away the cup, but inadvertently turned around and saw a man standing at a step away, looking at her indifferently.

The man was tall, black in black pants, extremely wide, with his head slightly lowered, deep facial features, dark eyes, and a bit of mystery and arrogance on his handsome face.

Someone whispered: "Who is that person?"
Chapter completed!