Su Dabao suddenly felt that he was being treated coldly. He hugged Mommy's arm pitifully and muttered: "Ugh, Daddy is not good to me at all... Mommy, we don't like him anymore!"

"Good boy, children can only drink juice. Daddy ordered freshly squeezed watermelon juice for you. Come on, Daddy will pour it for you." Long Shaoxuan knew that Su Dabao was a difficult guy, so he immediately gave it to Su Dabao with a smile on his face.

Pour watermelon juice.

Seeing his father pouring it for him, Su Dabao smiled and accepted it happily.

*

Eight o'clock in the evening, inside the Dynasty Bar.

The manic music is deafening, and the ambiguous lights are dizzying.

On the dance floor, all kinds of men and women swayed to the rhythm of the music.

Fujichi also drank a whole beer glass in one breath at the booth, swaying along with his drunken eyes. He hadn't been to a bar for a long time, and it felt good to indulge once in a while.

"Tomoya-kun, are you okay?" Han Ziyan, who was wearing smoky makeup and saw him drinking so much in one go, felt very worried.

Although Fujiya loves to play and make trouble, he is not a wanton and indulgent person. His performance today is really worrying.

"It's okay..." Fujiya mumbled his words, waved his hand, and signaled the beer girl to open again, and asked his friends around him to continue drinking.

The music was too cheerful, and Tomoya Fuji continued to party with a few of his invited friends. Wearing a graffiti T-shirt and jeans, he didn't have the airs of a magic prince at all. He looked no different from the young men and women present.

Through music and alcohol, negative emotions are squandered wantonly.

Han Ziyan was not in the mood to play at all today. Ever since Fujichi returned to Yuncheng, he had been depressed every day. He even had no intention of rehearsing the next show.

This is something Fujichi has never done before. He is always full of enthusiasm for his career.

Could it be related to that woman?

Han Ziyan's eyes dimmed a bit, and she felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Keep going..." Fujiya boldly picked up the beer glass and continued drinking. He patted Han Ziyan on the shoulder, signaling her not to be dazed and to continue drinking.

When those charming eyes looked at Fujiya, they awakened some of Fujiya's rationality with a deep sadness.

He knew that he was sinking, but what could he do to avoid sinking?

"Stop drinking!" Han Ziyan angrily snatched the glass from his hand, not wanting him to continue drinking.

But Fujichi didn't want to hear it at all. He shook his head helplessly, took a bottle of beer that had just been opened and drank it.

Su Qianxia didn't see him at all, and every time he contacted her, she received a cold response.

This feels so bad.

It was as if all the happiness in the world had been taken away, and Fujichi couldn't find anything else to care about.

He thought that he really fell in love with Su Qianxia.

*

"Huh... I feel so full!" Su Qianxia hummed with great satisfaction, reaching out to stroke her slightly convex stomach.

Recently, she really couldn't eat anything. As soon as she thought that Long Shaoxuan might really have an affair with Su Miaoran, she lost any mood.

Today, I finally had enough to eat.

Feeling so satisfied!

Su Qianxia Xiaoniao fell down next to Long Shaoxuan, leaning against him tightly. The two of them were in the back seat, holding hands in the darkness.

Su Dabao turned around in the passenger seat, glanced at the two men resentfully, and then turned his head bitterly.

Su Dabao suddenly felt that he was being treated coldly. He hugged Mommy's arm pitifully and muttered: "Ugh, Daddy is not good to me at all... Mommy, we don't like him anymore!"

"Good boy, children can only drink juice. Daddy ordered freshly squeezed watermelon juice for you. Come on, Daddy will pour it for you." Long Shaoxuan knew that Su Dabao was a difficult guy, so he immediately gave it to Su Dabao with a smile on his face.

Pour watermelon juice.

Seeing his father pouring it for him, Su Dabao smiled and accepted it happily.

*

Eight o'clock in the evening, inside the Dynasty Bar.

The manic music is deafening, and the ambiguous lights are dizzying.

On the dance floor, all kinds of men and women swayed to the rhythm of the music.

Fujichi also drank a whole beer glass in one breath at the booth, swaying along with his drunken eyes. He hadn't been to a bar for a long time, and it felt good to indulge once in a while.

"Tomoya-kun, are you okay?" Han Ziyan, who was wearing smoky makeup and saw him drinking so much in one go, felt very worried.

Although Fujiya loves to play and make trouble, he is not a wanton and indulgent person. His performance today is really worrying.

"It's okay..." Fujiya mumbled his words, waved his hand, and signaled the beer girl to open again, and asked his friends around him to continue drinking.

The music was too cheerful, and Tomoya Fuji continued to party with a few of his invited friends. Wearing a graffiti T-shirt and jeans, he didn't have the airs of a magic prince at all. He looked no different from the young men and women present.

Through music and alcohol, negative emotions are squandered wantonly.

Han Ziyan was not in the mood to play at all today. Ever since Fujichi returned to Yuncheng, he had been depressed every day. He even had no intention of rehearsing the next show.

This is something Fujichi has never done before. He is always full of enthusiasm for his career.

Could it be related to that woman?

Han Ziyan's eyes dimmed a bit, and she felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Keep going..." Fujiya boldly picked up the beer glass and continued drinking. He patted Han Ziyan on the shoulder, signaling her not to be dazed and to continue drinking.

When those charming eyes looked at Fujiya, they awakened some of Fujiya's rationality with a deep sadness.

He knew that he was sinking, but what could he do to avoid sinking?

"Stop drinking!" Han Ziyan angrily snatched the glass from his hand, not wanting him to continue drinking.

But Fujichi didn't want to hear it at all. He shook his head helplessly, took a bottle of beer that had just been opened and drank it.

Su Qianxia didn't see him at all, and every time he contacted her, she received a cold response.

This feels so bad.

It was as if all the happiness in the world had been taken away, and Fujichi couldn't find anything else to care about.

He thought that he really fell in love with Su Qianxia.

*

"Huh... I feel so full!" Su Qianxia hummed with great satisfaction, reaching out to stroke her slightly convex stomach.

Recently, she really couldn't eat anything. As soon as she thought that Long Shaoxuan might really have an affair with Su Miaoran, she lost any mood.

Today, I finally had enough to eat.

Feeling so satisfied!

Su Qianxia Xiaoniao fell down next to Long Shaoxuan, leaning against him tightly. The two of them were in the back seat, holding hands in the darkness.
Chapter completed!