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Wen Yiran froze and suddenly remembered that Fu Linyuan was lying next to her ear when Lu Jingchen called.

All boring?Cutting off the beard again.

But she doesn't care, two men, two pieces of money, no loss.

Fu Linyuan said "hmm", his eyes swept over Wen Yiran, and finally fell on Lu Jingchen, "I'm talking to a friend about something. I saw you coming over to say hello."

The man behind him had peach blossom eyes and greeted him with a smile, "Master Lu, if I don't introduce you, who is this..."

Lu Jingchen put his arm around Wen Yiran's shoulders, "My girlfriend, Wen Yiran."

"Now that we have met, don't eat here, it's boring." Fu Linyuan said in a tone that did not allow for negotiation. "Go to the Gilding Platform and continue the game together."

Xie Yanzhi echoed: "Yes, Mr. Lu, let's come together and show your face."

How dare Lu Jingchen refuse Fu Linyuan, he immediately nodded, "Okay, let's go together."

Xie Yanzhi looked at Wen Yiran, and she smiled meekly, "I'll listen to Mr. Lu, okay."

Arriving at Gilt Terrace, the entire floor is a high-end integrated private entertainment area.

Lu Jingchen and Xie Yanzhi played a table of snooker.

Fu Linyuan stood by the American table and picked the cue slowly, "Can Miss Wen know how to play?"

Before Wen Yiran could answer, Lu Jingchen called from not far away: "Baby, play a few games with Mr. Fu."

"Okay, Mr. Lu", Wen Yiran walked towards Fu Linyuan.

Fu Linyuan stood behind her, his chest pressed against her back, his left hand covering the back of her hand, leading her to hold the pole.

"The waist is going to sink."

Wen Yiran did as he was told. As soon as he leaned over, his right hand slid to her waist, penetrated the thin material of her clothes, and touched the scar on her waist.

Her hand shook and she almost fell off the pole.

"Don't shake." He pressed against her ear so that only she could hear, "Be natural."

The club is pushed out and the white ball hits the red ball and slides into the pocket.

"Not bad," Fu Linyuan praised, but his hand went even further and pinched her buttocks so hard that she almost screamed.

Wen Yiran straightened up suddenly and turned to glare at him.

Fu Linyuan's expression remained unchanged and he looked at Lu Jingchen not far away, "Jingchen, your girlfriend has poor physical coordination."

Lu Jingchen laughed: "How can she know this? Mr. Fu needs to teach her more."

"Yeah." Fu Linyuan leaned forward again, this time going even further. He pushed his knee directly between her legs, hugged her from behind, and held the club with both hands.

His lips rubbed the tip of her ear, and only she could hear: "Does he know you are so soft?"

"Do you know how nice it sounds when you are held down and screamed?"

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