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Wen Yiran rushed to say: "No, we just met at the door."

Fu Linyuan received her warning look but did not reveal it.

Zhou Muye obviously didn't think much about it and greeted him naturally, "Let's come together. I don't have many people there."

There were also Shen Zhihao and Chen Xingran in the box.

Zhou Muye greeted Wen Yiran to sit down and put his arm around Wen Yiran's shoulders, letting her sit next to him.

Fu Linyuan walked to the other side of Wen Yiran and looked down. Chen Xingran immediately stood up and gave up his seat, and he just sat down.

Zhou Muye ordered a song called "Glory Years". Shen Zhihao got into the mood and sang along. Chen Xingran stood up and recorded it with his mobile phone.

Wen Yiran picked up the honey grapefruit tea and suddenly felt a hand on her hip.

She froze, and before she could react, Fu Linyuan had already grabbed her hips and lifted her gently, holding her onto his lap.

Wen Yiran didn't dare to move. Chen Xingran was just two steps away. She could be photographed if the camera turned away.

She felt the hand touch her waist.

Wen Yiran wanted to reach out and hold it down, but was restrained and unable to move.

The hand rubbed it gently and suddenly pinched it.

Wen Yiran held his breath, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

As the music reached the last line, the two people in front of the screen roared at the top of their lungs.

As the music faded, the hand finally retracted.

Fu Linyuan grabbed Wen Yiran's waist and put it back on the sofa next to him.

Zhou Muye sat back down again, and Wen Yiran smiled and clapped her hands, "My husband sang so well! I admire you so much!" Zhou Muye proudly hugged her and kissed her.

"Linyuan, don't just sit here, you can also sing a song." Zhou Muye looked at Fu Linyuan, and the others followed suit.

Fu Linyuan put down his wine glass, stood up and walked to the singing stage.

Wen Yiran picked up the cup and drank several sips of tea before he managed to calm down.

I really wanted to pounce on him and bite him. It was so blatant that I almost got discovered.

If anyone found out, Zhou Muye, a high-quality financial backer, would probably be lost.

Absolutely not.

Fu Linyuan ordered an old song, and as soon as he started singing, the room was instantly quiet.

Wen Yiran was stunned. He never knew someone could sing so beautifully. His voice was like the deep sea, making people forget to breathe.

When the song ended, the box was still quiet. After a while, Chen Xingran was the first to react, "This is 10,000 times better than the original song."

Shen Zhihao: "It's a pity that you can't be a singer."

Zhou Muye: "It's quite hidden."

Someone went to sing again, and Wen Yiran got up and went to the bathroom.

Just as she stood in front of the sink, she saw a man standing behind her in the mirror.

She was so frightened that she almost screamed, but before she could speak, she was scooped into the man's arms.

"Just right." Wen Yiran gritted his teeth.

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