She seems to be more interested in this girl with an oriental face. When Song Anqiao saw that he wanted to sit, he quickly said, "Excuse me, sir, my husband wants to sit here."
The man didn’t seem to understand Song Anqiao’s words and sat straight.
The owner of the bar in front of the bar is a middle-aged man in his fifties. He just looked at Song Anqiao and whispered something to Song Anqiao.
ChuFei far smell speech turned his head eyes color heavy heavy step goes to the Song Anqiao.
Section 32
As soon as "Brother" saw the money coming, Song Anqiao seemed to see the savior.
The man listened for a few seconds and then was well-advised to leave
Chu Fei sat beside her with a frown, and his face was a little cold. When he was away for a while, she provoked a strange man, and his heart smelled of vinegar.
Song anqiao swallowed saliva and bowed his head and carefully took a sip of juice. She was angry with the man and she didn’t dare to provoke him.
"After going out to get a rope," Chu Feiyuan suddenly had a cold accent
Song Anqiao stayed for a second and understood his meaning. He said, "Yes, I should tie you to my side with a rope."
She smiled in her heart and deliberately misunderstood his meaning.
ChuFei far heavy eyes tilting hand knocked on her forehead an evil "kid and I play lip service".
Song anqiao gasped in pain on his forehead, stretched out his hand over his head and looked pitifully at Chu Fei far away, resentful and wronged.
It’s not like she took the initiative to provoke men to do something angry with her.
Chu Fei knocked far and lovingly took Song Anqiao in his arms and gently rubbed her forehead. She knocked on the red place and blew on her forehead like a child. "It doesn’t hurt."
Song anqiao pushed his eyes and disliked the cold tone with a somewhat angry taste. "Knock, I am you."
ChuFei far effect handsome face close to her voice low "Qiao Mei you knock me", he did something wrong at the moment, I’m sorry for her.
Song anqiao pouted and snorted. He leaned back against the sofa and took the table juice, biting the straw and ignoring him.
Qiao Mei?’ ChuFei far stretched out his hand and pulled her sleeve.
Song Anqiao gave him an oblique look and put the juice back on the table and muttered, "Ignore you is ignore you. If you touch me again, I will completely ignore you."
Chu Fei listened far and held her tightly in her arms while she was not prepared for the big palm to lean out.
Song anqiao struggled for two times, and the more he struggled, the tighter he hugged. "Chu Fei is far away, you let me go."
"Don’t let go of a generation" Chu Fei’s thin lips are open and unconcerned.
Song Anqiao looked at him, his eyes were as dark as ink, and there was a flash of light, which was very charming. Song Anqiao looked a little drunk and a red novel "I am not angry, please let me go"
Chu Fei is far from hugging her. "Let me hug you for a while. Qiao Mei is very warm in your heart."
Did Song Anqiao smell a black line and hug her warmly, and treat her as a furry bear?
"Did you sell anything?" Two men at the next table were holding their voices and discussing things in Italian.
Chu Fei’s eyes were half narrowed and fixed, and he stared at the man with indifference.
"Nothing is hard to sell," another man replied.
"Why not sell?" The man questioned his companion anxiously and said, "You can lie to me again if the color is so good."
"It’s really hard to sell," said his companion. "What you have is a scholar. I asked around and no one dared to buy it."
"How?" The man was surprised, "No, I mean, how do you know it’s Shijia?" Shijia has a certain position in this city, and almost no one knows it.
His companion glanced warily at the path with his hand on his mouth. "I heard that Master Shi is secretly looking for something in your hand, and he can buy a manor castle with a reward." He paused. "You can’t steal this thing, can you?"
The man was worried. "I didn’t steal it. It was given by someone else. I wouldn’t sell it if I hadn’t been short of money recently."
"Since you didn’t steal it, you should return it to Shi Qian," said his companion. "The reward is much more valuable than if you sold it."
The man listened to the white face and felt guilty. "No, no, no, give me this thing. I am not allowed to return it to the family. Otherwise, I will handle it casually."
ChuFei far sitting on the handsome face without a trace of emotion thoughts is some absence.
Song Anqiao struggled to push his eyes and glanced at the two men at the next table. "Brother …"
She doesn’t understand Italian, but she knows the Italian pronunciation of Shi Qian’s name.
Chu Feiyuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and when her words were not yet exported, she stretched out her index finger and blocked her mouth. "Don’t worry about me."
Chapter 4 Hold me tight
Song anqiao didn’t understand what the two men said at all. She heard the name that seemed modest in their mouths.
"You brought me to this bar on purpose." Song Anqiao reacted to the novel for a while.
ChuFei far sitting in front of her fingers rubbed Song Anqiao lips did not deny "yes".
Song anqiao pursed his lips and wondered why they would be modest, but they dared not say it easily because of the present situation.
About half an hour later, the two men were far away from the bar. Suddenly, a tall man in a waiter came up and said "Master" respectfully to Chufei.
"Go and be careful." Chu Fei looked at Song Anqiao’s line coldly without lifting his eyes.
"Yes, master," the waiter nodded and turned away.
Song anqiao was stunned. He arranged one of his own here? Is it serious?
As soon as people left, Song Anqiao looked around. "What is it?"
"It’s nothing, it’s none of our business." Chufei’s mouth was a little dry and took the table. Song Anqiao juice directly bit her straw and drank a few mouthfuls. "Shi Qian will come and solve it himself."
Song anqiao or nodded.
Suddenly, Chu Feiyuan suddenly got up and took her hand with a warm hand. With a little smile in his eyes, "Qiao Mei will go to a place with me."
When Song Anqiao went out with him blankly and passed the bar owner, the boss smiled politely and gently at her. Song Anqiao also smiled faintly at the boss, and they walked out the back door of the bar.
Compared with the back alley, the busy street at the main entrance is extremely deserted.
A brand-new black and red bicycle was parked at the corner of the back door. Chu Feiyuan patted the seat and turned to look at Song Anqiao’s gentle voice "Qiao Mei, I will go home."
Song Anqiao froze for a second and looked at Chu Feiyuan with wide eyes. "You … can you ride a bike?"
Chu Feiyuan raised his eyebrows slightly and whispered, "Is it strange?"
Song Anqiao looked at him blankly and murmured, "I am a gentleman like you who grew up as a scooter."
Does she remember that when she was a child, she learned to ride a bike, and her legs were bruised everywhere because no one followed her?
ChuFei gave her a distant oblique light way "I’m not so melodramatic"
Song Anqiao laughed, "Master Chu, how many times did you fall before practicing?"