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Song Ci is a well-known good girl in Beijing circles.

She is well-behaved, sensible, beautiful and obedient. In the words of others, she is like a dodder flower that is harmless to humans and animals.

She is currently hatching a plan.

Feishi International, the most luxurious private club in Beijing.

Private elevator on the top floor.

The man wore a straight suit and looked indifferent.

In the sealed and smooth elevator, half of his profile was reflected.

Several men behind him were bent over, with flattering expressions on their faces, but they were all silent and did not dare to breathe.

"Dip——"

The elevator stopped at the first floor.

Today is the man's first day back home. He came to handle business as soon as the plane landed, and his face is not too good.

The assistant next to him, Lin Jian, took a few steps forward and blocked the elevator door, respectfully.

"Mr. Zhu, it's too late today. Do you still want to visit the Song family?"

The first thing the man did when he returned home was to visit the Song family, but he was delayed until now due to official business.

Looking down at his watch, the man said in a calm voice: "Go back tomorrow."

"Okay, Mr. Zhu, I will rearrange your itinerary."

After saying that, the man walked out of the club.

On the dance floor on the first floor, the lights were bright and the music was loud and loud.

The music on the dance floor was loud and noisy, and several boys surrounded a girl in a corner. The lights were dim and there were a few jokes from time to time.

"Sorry, I don't want to drink. My family is here to pick me up."

Song Ci's voice was timid.

She was blocked in a corner by several tall and strong men. She was wearing a clean and neat white dress. She lowered her head, her eyes were red, but she was trying her best to stay calm.

"Sister, this excuse is too fake. I'm just having a drink with my brothers. Don't be shy..."

The leader, Huang Mao, stepped forward with his lips raised, shaking the wine glass in his hand, and the movements of his hand began to become restless.

There were tears on her thick long eyelashes. Song Ci bit her lip slightly and looked around for help.

There were obviously people around who noticed the movement here, but when they saw a few tall men, they still looked away.

"Don't be afraid, sister, how much does a cup cost? Brother can afford it..."

Song Ci just shook his head and glanced across the crowd. When he saw that person, his eyes lit up instantly!

"Little, uncle!"

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