The box of this high-class club is just like its appearance. The decoration is luxurious, and the materials used are all the top in China.

The curtain in the private room is closed, and the crystal lamp on the ceiling in the middle is glittering and dazzling. The light falling down shines on the reflective glass in the room, which makes the whole space bright and spacious. After entering, song Yixue glances at the sofa beside the wall and sees the man sitting on the antique European sofa.

The man's eyes swept her body, lips raised a meaningful smile, opened his mouth to take the grapes from the girl next to her.

"Fang always likes elegance." Song Yixue, with a soft voice, walked to Fang ziyao and took off his hat and wig.

Fang ziyao saw song Yixue with a good figure and lifted her hand to let the girl sitting on her side leave consciously, giving song Yixue a place.

Song Yixue sits beside Fang ziyao consciously. This action seems to have been repeated several times, and he is familiar with the road.

"Why are you here now? Don't you know I'm thinking about you?" Fang ziyao holds a grape and puts it into song Yixue's mouth, which is full of evil taste.

Song Yixue did not shy to eat the grapes, jiaochen said: "Fang can really speak, no wonder women like you."