Cheng Yanzhi was already in a bad mood, but now he was dragged down by Liang Fan, and his face looked particularly ugly.
"You don't want to go with me?"
Liang Fan smiled reluctantly, but did not hide his embarrassment at all. He shook his head: "I don't feel well."
Mainly because she didn't want to see Zhou Jinghui.
I originally thought that I wouldn't meet him again after a long sleep, but I didn't expect that he and Cheng Yanzhi were in the same circle.
Liang Fan's refusal failed in the end, and Cheng Yanzhi was unhappy that he insisted on looking for her today. He put his arms around her thin shoulders and used his male strength to control her in his arms, not giving her a chance to leave.
"Don't always emphasize that she is my fiancée, then accompany me to meet old friends."
He snorted coldly and walked in front with Liang Fan, followed by Shang Yi and Song Xilian.
When they walked into the reserved box, there were only the four of them inside, and the person they were scheduled to meet had not yet arrived. Liang Fan rarely showed a bit of nervousness, which Cheng Yanzhi could tell: "Why are you panicking?"
Liang Wei raised his eyelashes and shook his head with a smile: "I'm thinking about how you are going to deal with me later."
Hearing this, Cheng Yanzhi pursed his thin lips, hugged her shoulders and leaned back on the sofa chair, stretching his arms with a lazy posture. He said, "I will definitely teach you a lesson this time."
When Zhou Jinghui came in, he happened to see Liang Wei leaning on Cheng Yanzhi's arms, turning sideways and smiling at him affectionately.
This scene is clearly ambiguous.
"Brother Hui, long time no see."
Shang Yi, who was near the door, was the first to step forward. He usually frowned, but now he actually laughed.
Liang Fan secretly looked at the door. The man leaning lazily beside him had already stood up and walked towards Zhou Jinghui, who had just entered the door.
"Why don't you say hello when you come back?" He hugged Zhou Jinghui warmly, with a clear smile: "If we hadn't met by chance, none of our brothers would have known you were back in China."
After the brief hug ended, Zhou Jinghui calmly stepped back, his mouth slightly pursed, and there was no joy on his face.
"I'm just returning home." He looked coldly at the overly enthusiastic Cheng Yanzhi, "If you don't work hard, I'll treat you less."
Liang Fan listened in the distance and felt that the relationship between the men was complicated and confusing. But this was not what she should care about. She just wanted to find a chance to get out and leave as soon as possible.
In order not to expose herself, she kept leaning forward, brushing her long hair behind her ears and slightly covering her face.
"Come in and sit down, we haven't seen each other for a long time." Song Xilian was the only non-aggressive person among the people. He turned sideways to make way for Zhou Jinghui and motioned for him to go in first to talk.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dodging figure, and Zhou Jinghui resisted his reluctance and joined Cheng Yanzhi's plan.
Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Liang Fan leaned on his knee with one hand, and his long hair fell naturally on his temples, which invisibly became a good tool to hide his appearance.
After sitting down, Zhou Jinghui looked calm and did not talk to the only woman on the court. He kept raising his wrist to check the time.
"Have an appointment?" Cheng Yanzhi poured him a glass of wine.
Zhou Jinghui didn't answer, so he naturally had no intention of drinking. He said solemnly: "I just returned home and made an appointment with a friend."
The implication is that none of the three of them are his friends.
Faintly detecting the smell of gunpowder from the conversation, Liang Fan carefully straightened up and finally had the confidence to face Zhou Jinghui.
Fortunately, he is not Cheng Yanzhi's brother.
"You guys chat, I'm going to lie down in the bathroom."
Cheng Yanzhi really didn't want Liang Fan to hear some words, so he allowed her to go out.
After hurriedly running into the bathroom, Liang Fan called Dai Xi and asked her to drive to pick him up. Tonight, whether she was facing Cheng Yanzhi or Zhou Jinghui, she would not be relaxed.
After hanging up the phone, Liang Fan went back to find Cheng Yanzhi, hoping to lie to Cheng Yanzhi while he was in a state of distress and go home.
But as soon as she turned into the corridor outside the box, she unexpectedly bumped into a tall figure with a strong and powerful silhouette, which reminded her of the tight muscles that she was fascinated by that night.
The thin white mist of smoke held between the fingertips gradually made Zhou Jinghui's blurred facial features clear. Nuwa's perfect sculpture was nothing more than that, with thick ink and rich colors that made people unable to take their eyes away.
The light in the private room was dim just now, so Liang Fan couldn't see his face clearly. Now, when she looked closely, she felt that Cheng Yanzhi was overshadowed.