Fu Yunting watched the phone for a while. The video was not taken for a long time, about a minute, but Ning had already drunk two drinks.

My lips were not sure whether they were spicy or smoked by wine, but her face was so pale and bloodless.

Fu Yunting's eyes were deep. Thinking about the conversation with Ning Ye just now, he took a silent breath of cigarette, and then his slender and powerful fingertips pressed the cigarette out in the ashtray, picked up the suit jacket that was placed beside him, and stood up: "I'll go out."

"Where are you going?" Zhou Hanshen looked at him in surprise.

Fu Yunting's eye sockets are a bit deep, and his eyelashes are long and dark.

All his emotions were hidden in those deep pupils, like a surging reef hidden in people's eyes, which made people unable to see the bottom of it. He said: "Something is wrong."

After saying that, he went out and sent messages to people while walking.

It came back soon, and a phone number was attached to the message.

After leaving the door, Fu Yunting called Ning Ye directly.

At the same time, Ning also closed his eyes at the door of the Ye Club, endured the burning pain like spasms in his mouth and internal organs, and there was no movement for a long time.

The phone rang several times before she realized that it was her own. Ning Ye touched it several times before she could touch the phone. She answered the phone with some confusion: "Hey, hello, who?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a low voice suddenly came from the receiver: "Where is it?"

Ning Ye suddenly heard this sound, and his heart conditioned reflex stopped for a moment, and he woke up a little.

Because she heard who this was in her shallow consciousness, she subconsciously stood up straight.

Ning Ye's mind was confused for a while before he asked with uncertainty: "Uncle?"

"Which private room?"

"I'm still celebrating my classmates' birthdays in the club, what's wrong?"

After a moment of silence on the phone, Ning Ye heard the sound of the lighter. The other party should be smoking. After a moment, he said, "Ning Ye, I'll ask which private room you are in."

Ning Ye was hoarse for a moment, enduring the suffocation pain while considering Fu Yunting's intentions.

But her stomach seemed to have been moved, and she was even struggling to speak, and she had no way to think.

In the end, I had to say honestly: "At the gate of the night."

Fu Yunting hung up the phone and got out of the basement to drive.

Ning Ye pressed his stomach with one hand and supported the trunk of a big tree at the door with the other.

Although the phone was hung up, Fu Yunting's words made her look even more distressed and nervous.

She didn't know Fu Yunting's intention.

Before long, the sound of the car engine sounded behind me, and then the sound of the door closing with a "bang" after being pushed open.

Someone got out of the car, and the sound of steady footsteps sounded on the quiet street, getting closer and closer to her.

Ning Ye's back was clearly facing the other person, but when the sound of the engine came, the beating of her heart made her feel a little deafening.

She seemed to have a premonition, who was coming.

Not long after, a pair of leather shoes appeared in Ning Ye's vision, and a tall figure surrounded her.

Ning Ye's vision was actually not very clear, but he could still feel the deep momentum of Mount Tai on Fu Yunting's body.

It gave her the urge to retreat.

Fu Yunting stood in front of her and looked at her condescendingly: "How much did you drink?"

Ning also said: "Not much."

Fu Yunting's eyes were well versed in his eyes, and he said, "I remember I told you that you would come to me if you have something to do."

Ning Ye's face turned pale like a piece of paper, and she didn't dare to look at him. Her eyes were only on his leather shoes and his straight trouser legs, but even so, it made her feel stressed.

She moved her lips, her voice was thin and soft, which easily made people feel that she was timid, cowardly, and did not dare to lie.

"Uncle, I'm fine. What I remember is that I didn't encounter any trouble with my uncle."

Fu Yunting didn't say anything else and walked towards the car parked by the road. When he got in the car, he found that Ning didn't follow him, and said, "Can't get in the car?"

Ning didn't dare to get into his car, and he also resisted getting into his car: "I'm waiting for my friend to come."

Fu Yunting's voice was deep: "Get into the car."

Chapter completed!