This private club is located in a small western-style building in the city center. In this era, really wealthy people do not pursue private villas close to mountains and rivers. Instead, they live in the city center and are hidden from the city. This kind of Low-key luxury can show your status without being too ostentatious. : Read the novel Of course, in addition to having a certain amount of financial resources, those who can own a small foreign-style house also need to have a corresponding identity. In some places, you can buy it with more than just money. Zhou Xuanji took a taxi over. It was around nine o'clock at night. The road was quiet. There were no neon lights that could be seen everywhere. There were only a few street lights on, and there were not even passing cars. It looked quiet. Extremely. Further away are the noisy sounds and bright neon lights of the city center. Instead, this place seems to be isolated from the world. Although it is only a few steps away, it is like another world. We are obviously in a busy city, but there is that kind of suburban feel. The smell of the courtyard is a place where prosperity and tranquility coexist. This four-story foreign-style building has an antique charm on the outside, and the bricks and tiles outside bear traces of historical precipitation. This is a century-old building. Zhou Xuanji stood outside the iron fence and raised his eyebrows to look inside. At this time, the entire building was brightly lit, but the noise did not come out, which showed that the people inside were of high quality. He did not hide. After all, Zhao Lengyue had promised to pick him up at the door. He understood what Zhao Lengyue meant. With his ability, no one could stop him if he forced his way in. But in that case, It will really make a fuss. After Zhao Lengyue brought him in, no matter how hard he tried, the organizers would only deal with it as a conflict among the people. No matter who it was, they would save some face for Zhao Lengyue and make the Second Young Master Zhao There are not many people in the world who personally greet people who come through the door. As soon as Zhou Xuanji stood still, Zhao Lengyue, dressed in white, appeared. He opened the iron door with his own hands, and finally grabbed Zhou Xuanji's arm and walked inside. As he walked, he whispered: "You are finally here. In fact, it's not that I don't want to help Xiao Qiong, but that I treat her like this." She's not good. If this thing gets out, it will have some impact on her reputation. I don't care, my reputation is like that anyway." These words are very characteristic of Mr. Zhao. , he is a romantic person. If he really spared no effort to help Xiao Qiong, then based on his identity, if word spread to the outside world, Xiao Qiong would definitely be regarded as the kind of woman who takes advantage of the opportunity to rise to power. However, Zhou Xuanji is not well-known, so he does not have to worry about this. . Zhou Xuanji nodded, his expression still indifferent, and finally he asked softly: "What's going on inside now?" "There are three people, one is rich. One is powerful, and the other is powerful. All three of them are a little drunk. With this drunkenness, they all wanted to pursue Xiao Qiong, but Xiao Qiong didn't agree, but some of them were a little obsessed and wanted to take action," Zhao Lengyue said in a low voice. ??While talking. The two walked through the garden and entered a long corridor, with dim lights dotting both sides of the corridor. There are several Western oil paintings hanging on the walls, mostly figures and still lifes. They are well matched and reflect the taste of the owner here. After walking through the corridor, there was a wooden door in front of them. Two waiters stood at the door. When they saw Zhao Lengyue and Zhou Xuanji, they opened the rather spacious door at the same time. Zhou Xuanji and Zhao Lengyue entered the hall one after another, and their eyes suddenly became brighter. Completely different from the vicissitudes of life outside, the inside of the house is full of modern elements, including crystal chandeliers, European-style decoration design, and LCD screens. The space here is large, but there were not many people at the reception. The more than 200 square meters hall only accommodated about sixty people. Most of them were sitting on the sofa chatting, or a few people were chatting in groups. topic of. Zhou Xuanji attracted the attention of many people as soon as he came in, because Zhao Lengyue came in behind him. The confidence of someone who could be greeted by Zhao Lengyue personally was extraordinary. After looking around for a week, Zhou Xuanji discovered that Xiao Qiong was sitting on a sofa on the far left. The lights there were dim and he could only vaguely see someone sitting there, but he couldn't see his face clearly. But Zhou Xuanji didn't have any problem, and his eyes fell directly on Xiao Qiong. Today, she is wearing a sloping-shoulder bright red dress, which looks extremely bright and beautiful. It is perfect against her round and round figure. Beside her, sitting a man in his thirties, wearing a pair of glasses, a plaid shirt and a pair of linen trousers, his face was red at the moment, and he was saying something. Not far away from her, there were two men who were also staring at her eagerly. One of them had a big belly. He was not very old and had a rather calm air, but there was a strong look in his eyes. ??Have desires. The other person was a dark-skinned man with a mustache and a hooked nose. He looked around with an unruly air. From Zhou Xuanji's perspective, he had a slight bloody air about him. It was obvious that He has killed many people. These two people were sitting relatively apart and were not from the same group, but looking at their temperaments, it was obvious that they were both people of some status. Zhou Xuanji adjusted his clothes and walked gracefully. When he came, he deliberately changed his clothes and did not wear shorts and a vest. In such an occasion, you must abide by certain rules, so as to not only hit the other party in the face, but also not let the other party find any faults. Wearing a clean casual outfit and a pair of white casual shoes, against the vicissitudes of life on his body, he has a unique demeanor and a sense of calmness. After stepping into the hall, Zhou Xuanji did not stop and walked straight towards Xiao Qiong. When he walked out, he waved his hands behind him to signal that Zhao Lengyue did not need to get involved in this matter anymore. . Xiao Qiong soon spotted Zhou Xuanji. A complicated expression flashed across her face, and then she looked at Zhou Xuanji blankly. At this time, he was obviously a little different. There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, with a kind of expression. It smacked of cynicism, but it admittedly made him look attractive. Standing in front of her, Zhou Xuanji's eyes were a bit burning and sharp. Although Xiao Qiong's body was hidden in the dim light, the bright feeling was not diminished, like a dark lotus. generally. Xiao Qiong raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, trying hard to maintain her usual style and taste, but under his gaze, she couldn't help but lower her head slightly. When the man next to her was about to say something, Zhou Xuanji sat directly between him and Xiao Qiong, and put his other hand directly around her waist. This action caused the expressions of those who noticed the situation to change. The bespectacled man stood up directly and snorted at Zhou Xuanji: "Who are you? You are hugging me on such an occasion. What do you think?" Is this your home? Do you believe that I will find someone to take care of you now?" Zhou Xuanji smiled lightly. For him, this action was just to draw other people's attention to him. In this way, no one will bother Xiao Qiong anymore, and that's enough. Ignoring the man with glasses, Zhou Xuanji breathed a sigh of relief, and then whispered in Xiao Qiong's ear: "I'm sorry for making you suffer! But it won't happen again in the future!" To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, The novel is better and updated faster! ps: In the days of frustration, thank you all for your support. I won¡¯t say much else. The book will be written. Even if it is for the sake of the brothers who subscribed, the collection will be reduced by hundreds. But I don¡¯t regret it, because those who leave are those who won¡¯t subscribe anyway, so it doesn¡¯t matter whether they exist or not. 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