Several cars rushed past, and a drunkard was held by a woman and walked out of the store, holding her shoulders and flirting with her as if no one was around.

It’s still the case on the street, so you can imagine what kind of scene is like in the private room of the club.

The phone rang, Xu Lei glanced at it, turned his head and handed it to Lu Shaoxiu, "It was Mr. Xiao Qin who called you, maybe urging you to go in."

Lu Shaoxiu leaned forward, loosened his tie with a cold expression, and his breath pressure was a little low, so he took it into his hand.

"Don't do extra things in the future." After that, he opened the door and got out of the car.

With a bang, the sound seemed to shake Xu Lei's heart, and he was striking the spots wildly.

He scratched his head in confusion, looked at the driver, his eyes confused.

Mr. Lu seems... angry?

But why?

Did he do anything unnecessary?

After five years of joining the company, he followed Lu Shaoxiu all the way to achieve the stable position of Xu Tezhu, who has felt the career crisis personally for the first time in his life.

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The club is decorated in a luxurious and psychedelic way, which is more in line with the current positioning of young people. The first floor is an open bar, and the second floor is a business private room, and consumption is directly upgraded to several levels.

Song Ying started contacting Du Shengan since entering the door. He didn't answer the phone. She casually found a man in uniform and looked for a manager.

"Young Master Du, he is in the 209 private room. Do you need me to take you there?"

"No, thank you." Just know where the person is.

Psychedelic electronic music was played in my ears, and from time to time, a man with empty steps was scattered by the incest and drunkenness. The high-end fragrance spreading with the central air conditioning in the room could not cover up the scent of flamboyant corruption.

Song Ying covered her nose and avoided the call from all kinds of monsters and monsters, and finally reached the second floor.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

209 private room...

He only paid attention to the numbers on the private room door, but did not pay attention. When he was turning, Song Ying almost accidentally bumped into someone head-on.

"Excuse me……"

"Are you okay..." A gentle male voice sounded in his ears, "Ms. Song?"

The voice was a little familiar, and Song Ying raised her head in confusion, but she didn't expect to see Du Shenglin here.

It is true that this is his club, but in the group briefing last week, Du Shenglin went to the United States to inspect new projects with the chairman.

I haven't heard they're back...

Song Ying smiled at Du Shenglin: "Mr. Du."

Because of her position, she should neither be too enthusiastic to Du Shenglin nor too cold. If she followed Du Shengan's willful statement, she should be cold-hearted and turn around and leave immediately, not giving Du Shenglin a good face.

This is too difficult.

What's more, Du Shenglin is a gentleman and has a strong affinity. He is completely opposite to Du Sheng's eloquent style of sand sculpture. His private life is clean, and even the old shareholders in the group who watched Du Sheng'an grow up favor him.

Compare.

My boss is really not good enough.

"Are you here to play? Is it alone?" He smiled as gentle as the warm sun.

Song Ying answered perfunctorily according to his words: "Ah, it's almost the same..."

It can't be said that I came to find your mortal enemy, your mortal enemy, right?

On the contrary, Du Shenglin mentioned it himself, "Look for my brother? He has drunk too much, and I just came out of his private room."

He turned his shoulder slightly, and Song Ying saw that it was 209 in the private room diagonally behind him, and he couldn't help but feel a little upset.

These two people actually met, no wonder Du Shengan drank too much.

Then what she answered just now seemed too concealed...

Du Shenglin seemed to see through her thoughts, but instead comforted her, "It doesn't matter, I know there are some conflicts between Xiao An and I, and I don't want to make it difficult for you."

Song Ying was a little surprised. He opened his eyes wide under the dark yellow light, and his light amber pupils were slightly enlarged, like beautiful glass beads.

Everyone likes to compare Du Shengan and Du Shenglin, even Song Ying occasionally does it.

The more distinct and cruel the comparison between the two was, the more Song Ying understood Du Shengan's thoughts.

All the things he had before, including his father, family property, and the tolerance and attention of the people around him... were all distributed to Du Shenglin.

So Du Shenglin has it, and he also wants to have it.

Including that audio set.

Song Ying had never thought of asking Du Shenglin for help, but now Lu Shaoxiu clearly refused to give it to him, and she would not come up with someone to slap in the face again.

Not as good as...

"Mr. Du, I heard that you bought a set of Kinish Masako's speakers before?"

Du Shenglin smiled and said, "That's right, Miss Song is also interested?"

"She is not interested, Mr. Du is thinking too much." Suddenly, a cold and low male voice came from behind.

Both of them subconsciously looked back.

The tall man standing in the faint shadow of the corner of the stairs, half of his body was in the dark. Who would it be if it were Lu Shaoxiu?

Song Ying would never make mistakes about this face and this voice.

"Mr. Lu is here too." There is no reason why he is a entrepreneur in Luocheng. After a brief shock, Du Shenglin greeted Lu Shaoxiu with a faint smile.

Lu Shaoxiu said indifferently: "It's easy to say, I've been standing here for a while."

"Is that true? I didn't even notice it."

"It's okay. I saw that the two of you had a good conversation, so I didn't disturb you." Lu Shaoxiu raised his eyebrows and his expression was a little subtle.

His tone was more subtle.

I always feel a hint of embarrassment in the air, overshadowing the smell of smoke and fragrance.

It is not advisable to stay here for a long time.

Song Ying just thought there was any commercial entanglement between the two and took a step back, "Then you talk first, I'll go find Mr. Du."

The man had long legs and walked to Song Ying in just a few short steps. His tall figure blocked the light, bringing a sense of oppression invisibly.

"Don't leave now, I have something to say to you."

Song Ying subconsciously stood up obediently, and her cheeks unconsciously blushed, and she began to feel a little hot again.

Is the heating here too big?

Du Shenglin was a person with a look of eyes. He stayed on Lu Shaoxiu and Song Ying for a second, and left quietly.

Only she and Lu Shaoxiu were left in the corridor, as well as waiters who were walking back and forth, and men and women who were rogue.

The man had a strong aura and did nothing, but Song Ying still felt nervous for no reason and couldn't help but clench his sleeves.

What did he say when he keeps her?

Could it be for that fan?

That's right, it's two million things, and you can't really give them to her for nothing. Lu Shaoxiu is not a philanthropist either.

Song Ying looked up at Lu Shaoxiu, her eyes flashed slightly, "Mr. Lu, I will return that fan to you."

Lu Shaoxiu's expression was unmoved: "Have I asked about Fan?"

His voice was above his head, reminding Song Ying that when he tried his suit that day, he was so close that he could hear the slight vibration of his chest.

Song Ying's scalp was numb, and his hair was slightly shaken by his breath.

"Can anyone else be?" Lu Shaoxiu lowered his eyes, his eyes wandering at Song Ying, his tone was hard to tell.

"What?" Song Ying was confused, "Anyone can do anything?"

Lu Shaoxiu looked indifferently at the direction Du Shenglin had just left, and a very light smile appeared on the corner of his lips, looking cold.

He suddenly felt lost. Seeing Song Ying's at a loss at the moment, he seemed to be very repulsive of him.

"Forget it." Lu Shaoxiu rubbed his forehead and evacuated automatically. The space between the two became larger.

The light gently brushed on Song Ying's face, white and soft, and looked at Lu Shaoxiu carefully.

I always feel that he is a little strange today.

Lu Shaoxiu's cell phone rang, it was Qin Shang who called. He glanced at him and was too lazy to answer. He walked straight to the other side over Song Ying.

"Do you disagree to sell the speaker to my boss anyway?"

Behind her, the girl's voice mixed with the noisy music and vocals, sounding faint, but her tone was unexpectedly firm.

I haven't been discouraged after several times, but I'm more determined in this matter than he imagined.

Lu Shaoxiu unconsciously curled the corner of his mouth and leaned against the wall to look at her: "Didn't you find the next home?"
To be continued...