Flash Marriage Game: The First Lady of the Wealthy

The familiar melody sounded, and Sikong Yun's slightly hoarse magnetic voice was very suitable for singing this song.

Ling Xiaoxiao's voice is also very nice, she is a famous Mai Ba, such a song is not difficult for her at all.

Si Kongyan's dance. . .Tong Caiwei covered her mouth and smiled for a while, dancing very well.

Today's trip was really not in vain.

It was an incomparably beautiful day to be able to hear Ye Fan's piano sound, see Si Kongyan's dance steps, and match up with her best friend.

She poured a glass of wine and drank it in small sips. Before she knew it, she drank it up and poured another glass. . .

By the time a piece of music was played, she was already so drunk that she fell limply on the sofa, holding the wine glass in her hand, with her eyes dimly drunk, she couldn't speak clearly, "Okay... nice... again. . One more song."

"Damn it, Tong Caiwei, how much did you drink?"

Si Kongyan took away the empty wine glass in her hand, and reached out to hug her.

Someone was one step faster than him.

He was taken aback, then raised his head, "Mr. Ye, I will send Caiwei back, so I won't bother you."

Ye Fan picked up Tong Caiwei and frowned, "Do you know where her home is?"

Sikong Yan frowned, staring at the golden mask on his face, "Of course."

Ye Fan smiled, and said lightly, "She moved to a new house, you also know?"

"She moved?" Si Kongyan asked in surprise. Damn little girl, why didn't she tell him?

"It seems she didn't tell you."

Ye Fan paused, then smiled, "She's very drunk, so I won't stay any longer."

Seeing him carrying Tong Caiwei away, Si Kongyan wanted to stop him, so he took two steps, but when he thought of the other party's identity, he had to stop again.

Neither he nor his family can compete with the Lucifer family.

He really couldn't think of a reason for Ye Fan to approach Tong Caiwei.

She is an ordinary girl.

"Brother, won't you follow?"

Sikong Yun saw his worry, patted his shoulder and suggested.

"Forget it, it's the same if you follow or not. Besides, she doesn't worry about it herself, so why should I worry about it?"

Sikong Yun was stunned for a moment, then smiled wickedly, "Brother, why do these words sound resentful, you must be in love with her."

"What do you know, brat? She's different from other women."

Sikong Yun pretended to have an epiphany expression, nodded, and said in a drawn out voice, "Oh, that is to say, she is very special in your heart?"

"You don't care about my affairs."

After leaving this sentence coldly, Sikong Yan left without looking back, leaving Sikong Yun standing there with a meaningful smile.

"Hot, uh, so hot."

Tong Caiwei blushed so much that it was even redder than if she had applied rouge.

She pulled the collar of the long skirt with one hand. The skirt she was wearing was low-cut, but when she pulled it, the fair skin on her chest was exposed.

Ye Fan pressed her restless little hand, and sighed softly, "Uncle Cao, lower the temperature a bit."

"Mr. Ye, it's already 20 degrees. If the temperature is too low, it's easy to catch a cold."

"Do as I say."

Uncle Cao nodded helplessly, "Yes, Mr. Ye."

"Tong Caiwei, be quiet, you'll be home soon."

He stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, her body writhed restlessly, rubbing against his shirt which was crumpled.

"I think... I seem to hear Mr. Ye's voice, I... Am I dreaming?"