The drunkard turned his head and bumped into a pair of eyes full of murderous intent.

  "How dare you! Are you looking for a fight?!"

  Pei Sicheng had already pulled Song Yuqiao into his arms, "What's wrong?"

  Song Yuqiao shook her head, with a faint blush on her face: "Nothing."

  The drunkard's wrist was dislocated and he cried out in pain. Now, seeing another man making moves on the babe he had his eyes on, he also turned red with rage: "Dare to poach my chick? You don't want to mix anymore!"

  "Who says this is your horse," Pei Si Cheng directly wrapped his arms around Song Yu Qiao's waist, his wrist exerting a slight force, pulling her towards himself. His hand moved up and pinched her chest lightly. "This is my woman."

  Taking advantage of this occasion to eat tofu, Director Pei, don't you have any integrity left? I'm guessing it's all about profit.

  Although separated by the sponge in front of her chest, Song Yuqiao still clearly felt a wild heartbeat, and her face had already turned red with blood.

  The drunkard completely lost control, and with one kick, he knocked over a trash can. Instantly, a large group of people rushed out from all directions. And the guys in their hands looked like they were all practiced fighters, probably borrowing someone's venue to surround people here.

  Pais Cheng's gaze swept across these people's faces one by one, hooked his lips, but didn't speak.

  Song Yuqiao's back was against Pei Shichen's chest, as if he could feel the strong beating of his heart. He slightly turned his face and saw a cold smile at the corner of Pei Shichen's mouth, a smile that Song Yuqiao had never seen on his face before, although it was a smile, it was more terrifying than not smiling.

  The drunkard saw Pei Si Cheng not speaking, and thought he was afraid. He sneered: "Afraid now? Now kneel down and call me 'dad', I'll let you go."

  Song Yuqiao felt a little scared in her heart, there were so many people here. In this bar, it must have been arranged beforehand, Pei Si Cheng could probably handle one person, but so many people...

  She was worried in her heart.

  Paisong Cheng opened Song Yuqiao's waist, pulled her to his back, took a step forward, and Song Yuqiao couldn't help but hold onto Paisong Cheng's arm.

  Pei Si Cheng turned his head around, a warm smile already floating in his eyes. "Worried about me?"

  Song Yuqiao let go of his hand.

  Pei Si patted her hand and turned around, walking towards the drunkard in front of him.

  It seems that Pei's aura was too strong, and the drunkard involuntarily took a step back, stuttering: "Y-you... do you want me to kowtow to you?"

  Pai's lips curled up slightly, and almost no one saw how he threw his fist. The drunkard had already fallen directly into the sink next to him.

  The drunkard's mouth opened wide, and a mouthful of blood foam mixed with a tooth was spat out: "Give me another!"

  With so many people, Pei Si had to consider Song Yuqiao behind him. If he were to make a move, he would absolutely be at a disadvantage.

  "Whose side are you on? Xue's family or Xue Miao?" Pei Si Cheng said calmly.

  In C City, the management of bars and such places, aside from Gu Qingcheng who had just forcefully taken over, was most skilled at Xue Miao's. So, Pei Si Cheng thought of Xue Miao first.

  The drunkard thought he was scared and burst out laughing: "No, we're with Grey Bear Brother."

  "Someone under Gu Qingcheng?"

  Listening to Pei Si use this familiar tone to mention Lao Da's name, several people looked at each other in dismay.

  Pei Si took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. He called over one of the younger ones: "Answer the phone."

  The little guy was suspicious, and after answering the phone, his face turned white in an instant. He walked up to the drunkard and whispered two sentences in his ear. The drunkard's eyes seemed about to pop out, and he hastily tried to please him, almost kneeling down to lick his boots.

  "Sorry, Lord Pae, I...I was blind..."

  Pei Si answered the phone and put it on speaker, saying to Gu Qingcheng: "Your people moved my people, what's going on?"

  "Which hand is moving? Cut it off and see if it relieves your anger?"

  On this side, Gu Qingcheng said it in an extremely calm and gentle tone, but on the other side, the person who heard it turned pale instantly.

  Anyone who has been in this circle knows that Gu Qingcheng is ruthless and merciless, otherwise he wouldn't have earned the nickname Jade-Faced Wolf.

  ………………

  As Pei Shichen walked out of the bar with Song Yuqiao, her mind was buzzing with Pei Shichen's last words: "Your people have moved my people."

  My life...

  When did she become Paisley's person?

  But in such an occasion just now, there is no way to say it's not true either.

  My heart is in turmoil.

  Paisong's suit jacket was borrowed by Song Yuqiao earlier, but Song Yuqiao hung it at home and forgot to bring it. So Paisong took off the small denim jacket he was wearing earlier and wrapped it around Song Yuqiao's body, "Go buy a set of clothes?"

  Because Song Yuqiao's clothes were hung to dry, and his wallet and phone were both at Huazhen's place, he couldn't go back like this either, so he simply nodded.

  There was no large shopping mall next to the bar, so Pei Ches took the car and drove Song Yuqiao to buy clothes.

  Song Yuqiao felt his face burning, rolled down the window to get some air, the car was speeding very fast, a strong gust of wind blew in from the small gap of the open window, blowing all of Song Yuqiao's hair back, revealing his smooth forehead.

  Song Yuqiao was dressed like this and it wasn't good to go into the mall to buy clothes, so Pei Si Cheng let her stay in the car and he went in to buy clothes himself.

  Through the car window, Song Yuqiao watched as Bai Sicheng's figure disappeared into the mall, letting out a long sigh.

  Supporting forehead with hands and taking deep breaths to relieve inner emotional turmoil.

  ………………

  Re-entering the bustling bar from outside, it's now that the nightlife really begins, compared to just a while ago.

  Song Yuqiao opened her big eyes to gaze at the strange and wonderful scene, the people in the dance pool seemed to have become spirits, their waists twisting like water snakes, as if they were about to ascend to heaven.

  As the deafening sound reverberated through the air, Song Yuqiao felt his eardrums trembling, thinking to himself that if he covered his ears now, wouldn't it seem too pretentious? The moment this thought emerged, two warm and dry hands had already covered both of his ears.

  Song Yuqiao's footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

  Paisong covered her ears with both hands from the side, took two quick steps forward until they passed the speaker area, then put down his arms, looking like there was no delay at all, walking ahead and leading her to the glass partition of the karaoke room.

  Outside the compartment, Song Yuqiao stepped back and said, "Director Pei, you go first."

  Pei Si Cheng didn't say yes or no, and directly pushed open the glass door and went in.

  Song Yuqiao didn't go in until three minutes later.

  As soon as I entered, I saw Huazhen was having a drinking contest with Pei Si, while Zhang Menglin leaned on one side, smiling and saying: "I don't know how to drink."

  Hua Yun rolled her eyes: "So pretentious," then she saw Song Yuqiao and hastily waved, "It took you so long to change clothes, I thought you were going to stand me up again."

  Song Yuqiao smiled and sat down beside Hua Zhen.

  Among these people, Song Yuqiao was only familiar with Hua Zhen, and the rest of the crew had never even heard of their names. She was purely called by Hua Zhen to make up the numbers, in order to slap Zhang Menglin's face.

  Hua's drinking capacity is not shallow. I remember that in the past, whenever there were classmate gatherings and others wanted to toast Song Yuqiao with wine, Hua would always block them from the front, never refusing anyone who came.

  Now, it is the same.

  Zhang Menglin handed Song Yuqiao a cup of wine, then poured herself a glass of juice and said: "Sister Yuqiao, I'll use juice instead of wine to toast you."

  Huā jiàn was just scolding in her heart at that time, "Damn it, how can you say something like this?" It's really the thickest skin of a cheap person, unmatched in the world.

  "This is not sincere at all, why don't we just use water instead of wine and accept your toast?"

  "I'm offering a toast to Sister Qiao, you're talking nonsense on the side, if you want to drink the toast I'm offering you, just wait for the next cup."

  Song Yuqiao originally didn't have a good impression of Zhang Menglin, and now that she sees her constantly targeting Hua Zhen, her impression of her has sunk even lower.

  She deliberately let Zhang Menglin's hand holding the wine glass hang in the air for a while before smiling: "Sorry, I don't drink either, I'm allergic to alcohol."

  This excuse made no one dare to persuade Song Yuqiao to drink for the next hour.

  Pei Si stroked the rim of his wine cup, secretly laughing in his heart, what a good excuse he had found.

  Hua Zhen has had a bit too much to drink and directly pulls Song Yuqiao to go dance in the dance pool.

  Song Yuqiao pinched his arm: "Wake up! Are you going to make a fool of yourself in front of Pei Shichen?!"

  Hua Xuan seemed to have understood the sentence, blinked her eyes, and Song Yuqiao breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. But who knew that Hua Xuan suddenly turned to Pei Si Cheng: "Pei Si Cheng! Let's go dance!"

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  He thought Pei Su would not agree, but he smiled lightly and promised readily.

  Zhang Menglin heard and said: "I'm going too!"

  Hua Yun is now a bit dizzy from drinking, and with Zhang Menglin around, Song Yuqiao was afraid that Hua Yun would get into some kind of trouble, so he followed her onto the dance floor.

  Zhang Menglin had just learned to dance in a movie that had just premiered, and now she danced with ease, her slender waist twisting softly. The lighting engineer even shone a beam of light on her, drawing the attention of everyone in the ballroom to this side. Several people had already taken out their phones to start recording.

  Song Yuqiao smiled to himself, probably this Zhang Menglin and Hua Zhen are also desperate, tomorrow's newspaper headlines might be "Popular Jade Girl becomes a lustful girl, wild dancing in the bar" or something like that.

  Hua Yun was also swaying her waist beside him, she had learned ballet for a period of time when she was young, so her flexibility was also very good.

  But poor Song Yuqiao.

  She was originally very clumsy, and during high school gymnastics class, she was even kept behind by the physical education teacher for one-on-one instruction. Physical education classes were also kept behind for extra tutoring. Perhaps Song Yuqiao is the only one who later started buying a set of yoga learning DVDs online to train her body coordination ability, and now it's finally improved, no longer causing laughter with just one twist of her waist.

  On this side, Zhang Menglin and Hua Zhen were dancing together. Pei Si Cheng looked at Song Yuqiao's stunned expression and couldn't help but laugh. He walked over, slightly bent down, and whispered in Song Yuqiao's ear: "Do you want me to teach you how to dance?"

  Actually, Song Yuqiao's gaze had been fixed on the young man playing the drums on the stage, and he looked like he had a kind of inexplicable familiarity, his hands itched to try it out. Suddenly, he felt a puff of air brush past his ear, and he turned around abruptly, only to meet Pei Sicheng's gaze head-on. Afraid that Hua Zhuan would see the two of them standing so close together, he hastily took a step back, but didn't expect to tread on someone behind him, almost tripping over.

  Pei Si Cheng directly stretched out his long arm and wrapped it around Song Yu Qiao, pulling her up. His palm rested on her waist, "Slow down."

  This evening, Pei Su Cheng made hints at Song Yu Qiao for the umpteenth time. If she still didn't understand what Pei Su Cheng meant, then she would truly be an idiot.

  This man is really too excellent, using ten times the strength to resist him, but still has no effect, and seems to be getting closer and closer.

  "Give me some face, shall we dance?"

  Pei Si Cheng took this sentence as true and had already put down his pride, almost to the point of humiliation.

  Song Yuqiao was stunned, Pei Si Cheng's two palms were already on her waist, his chin just reached the front of her forehead, and he said, with a slightly hot breath brushing against her forehead: "Relax, you're now stiff all over, as if I'm not inviting you to dance, but going to rape you."

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  But is it possible to relax just by thinking about relaxing?

  Song Yuqiao is now having difficulty breathing, let alone relaxing his whole body, and there are also Hua Zhuan and Zhang Menglin by his side.

  Pei Si Cheng continued to whisper in Song Yu Qiao's ear, his lips extremely ambiguous and stuck to the edge of Song Yu Qiao's earlobe. "Do you know how tempting your current appearance is? Tempting enough to want to take a bite."

  Then he really used his lips to hold Song Yuqiao's earlobe.

  Song Yuqiao's mind went blank for a moment, and a flash of white light passed through his eyes. He stared at Pei Sicheng in front of him, whose eyes were shining with the dazzling lights from the dance floor above, his lips slightly curled up, and his tongue lightly licked his lip.

  Seems like... I've been teased again?

  In the distance, Lai Bei rushed to the bar after receiving a call from Pei Si, standing at the edge of the dance floor, speechless and staring at his boss.

  Is it really good to tease and flirt with someone's daughter like this?