Chapter 375

He dusted himself and left.

Mo Beicheng went to Royal No.1, and he was alone, so he found a seat in the hall.

The deafening music, the dazzling lights, the hot dancing of men and women, and the loud noise make up the unique noise of the bar.

The waiter came to order.

Mo Beicheng ordered a bottle of whisky, took out a few from his wallet and handed them to him

Since he entered the school, he has never sat in the hall. Every time he was in a private room, he was not adapted to the light.

The location he chose is not remote. Mo Beicheng is a man with strong bearing, good looks and temperament, and a watch and clothes that people with a little eyesight can see the value. In a few minutes, he has become the focus of attention of single women.

Someone came to chat him up and put his hand on his shoulder. "Handsome guy, buy me a drink."

Mo Beicheng coldly glanced at the soft arm that the woman put on his shoulder. Even under the dazzling light, he couldn't cover the coldness and boredom.

As soon as the woman's body was stiff, she put down her hand. Although she was bold enough to chat up, her face was still thin. When the man saw her, she said "sorry" in a hurry and left in a hurry.

But there is no shortage of chat up people in bars.

See others rejected, will not feel that the man does not like to be accosted, but will feel that the woman is not the man's dish.

Mo beckoned for a waiter, gave a low command, and took a few hundred yuan from his wallet.

He was quiet.

Someone came to chat up and was politely stopped.

He didn't like this kind of atmosphere, even if he was drowning his sorrows with wine. After two drinks, he was in a lack of interest, but now he is a bit bored.

But I don't want to be alone.

Mo Beicheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the bikini clad woman on the stage, holding the steel pipe, and finally decided to change to the private room.

As soon as he got up, he heard someone calling his name. The voice was very low, and there was too much noise around him, which immediately drowned him.

Mo Beicheng didn't care. It's not surprising that he met several people in such a place!

"Beicheng."

Again.

This time he heard clearly.

Not only to hear the location of the sound, but also to identify the owner of the sound.

Mo Beicheng turned and looked at Chen Baimo, who was drowned and occasionally exposed by the crowd. She was thinner than she had seen before. She was wearing a loose version of V-neck bat sleeve sweater, a pair of jeans under it, and her hair was braided into Korean braids.

He slightly twisted his eyebrows, Chen Baimo had come towards him, and was stopped by the waiter when he was close to him.

Chen Baimo said a word to the waiter and pointed to Mo Beicheng's direction.

The waiter turned his head and looked at him for advice.

Mo Beicheng pondered for a few seconds and nodded.

Chen Baimo was put in.

"Beicheng."

The music around is too noisy, and Chen Baimo only uses a slightly higher tone than usual. The distance between them is not close. Therefore, Mo Beicheng can only guess what she said by the radian of her lips.

"Go out and talk."

At the same time, Mo Beicheng didn't want to be in the hall. Seeing that she wanted to talk but stopped, as if she had something to say to him, she pointed out.

They went out the back door of royal one.

However, although it was quiet in the back, it was very cramped. Naturally, the environment was not much better. Cigarette butts were thrown all over the floor.

Chen Baimo obviously didn't like it and frowned slightly, but due to Mo Beicheng's difficulty in talking to her alone, he didn't show anything.

Mo Beicheng looked at the position of Nan Qiao's station. He laughed and looked a little trance. He took out a cigarette from his body and nodded a cigarette. His voice was light and hoarse. "Tell me, what can I do for you?"

Chen Baimo looked at him and felt that the man in front of him was strange as never before.

Even the outline of facial features seems not familiar in memory.

What did she say?

She has nothing to say.

However, she had a friend who was also here. When she saw Mo Beicheng and understood what she thought of him, she called her and informed her.

"Did you quarrel with Shen Nanqiao?"

When Mo Beicheng was with her, he seldom let out this kind of emotion, unless there was something troublesome in the army. But now, on his face, he wrote clearly: I'm in a bad mood.

She will guess Shen Nanqiao because she thinks that Mo Beicheng is not the one who will drown his worries for business.