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Nightfall shook his head, immediately rejecting his terrifying idea.

Rather than saying that it was for her sake, it was more accurate to say that Fu Sihan had come for the sake of provoking Gu Yichuan. From the Fu Family's previous experience, it could be seen that Fu Sihan disliked Gu Yichuan, his nephew.

The celebration feast was at Galaxy Inn.

"Congratulations on the perfect ending to this fall's exhibition!"

"Cheers!"

In the huge north hall of the hotel, there was a jumble of wine and laughter.

Some people just wanted to have a meal and go through the motions, for example, if it was late. But more people want to take advantage of this opportunity to expand their relationships.

Before the dinner was over, a few models were already sitting on the boss' legs. The middle-aged man with a belly full of fat stretched out his greasy hands and touched the models' legs, revealing nothing but their perverted complexions. Affection.

She would only be a bystander to these scenes. It wasn't strange at all, as long as they didn't have any ideas about her.

"Beauty, you're the woman beside CEO Shang?" A Mediterranean boss brought a cup of wine to Yan Wan.

Nighttime lowered her face and calmly moved out of the chair. "No."

The bald old man immediately laughed, "That's great! How about you follow me? I guarantee that you will be packaged into the third tier female model! "

The Mediterranean pig took the opportunity to extend its hand towards Yan Wan, who quickly stood up and dodged.

"Thank you for your kind intentions, sir. My goal is to become an international model. Your offer doesn't seem to be able to move my heart."

"You are only an 18-string Little Wild Model?" What kind of dream is this!? " "I'm telling you, don't be so shameless!"

The sound of the Mediterranean was not soft, and quite a few people beside him looked over.

However, just by looking at them, no one had any intention of helping.

If no one was watching, then that would be good. Now that everyone was paying attention to him, the bald old man felt that if he didn't deal with this woman, where would he put his face?

Thus, he grabbed Yan Ye's wrist, intending to forcefully kiss him on the spot.

"Let me tell you, even if you don't obey me today, you still have to! A woman without a backer has no right to be arrogant! "

The other models looked like they were watching a good show. Most of them were jealous of Yan Yanyi, but now that they were being bullied at night, they could only feel refreshed.

As someone who had no background or influence, how many of them had not been 'bullied' before?

Humans always wanted to have a 'similar kind'.

"Who said I don't have a backer?" As the fat face of the Mediterranean came closer, Nightfall suddenly spoke.

His tone was filled with pride and arrogance. Hearing that, it indeed did sound like the affection of some big shot.

The truth was, Evening Night was feeling very flustered.

Mediterranean was stunned for a moment before he said, "Stop pretending!" "You already said that you're not the woman from the man beside CEO Shang!"

"What are you talking about, no one is laughing at you!" A female model sitting beside the pot-bellied middle-aged man said disdainfully, "When you were tricked by Yan MengRou today, I didn't see Director Shang speak up for you!"

He pretended to be calm as he took out his phone and said with a serious expression, "Sir, if you don't let me go, I'll call Director Shang right away."

"You hit me!"

Hearing the female model's words, the lecherous smile became even more outrageous, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth that had been smoked, "If you can't beat him, then see if I do or not to kill you today!"

Late at night, her heart was beating fast. Her back was already covered in a layer of cold sweat. She didn't have a way to contact Shang Junchi at all!

She didn't have many contacts on her phone. The boys only had a few university classmates, so they weren't familiar with her. The only thing that could help was … Fu Sihan.

"Fight!" The Mediterranean could see her nervousness, and was even more certain that she was lying to him.

Nightfall evaded with an evil tilt of his head. At the same time, his finger pressed down on Fu Sihan's number without the slightest hesitation.

"Du, du, du …"

It was quiet at some point, and the mechanical beeping in the receiver made Mediterranean's face quiver with laughter.

Late at night, his hands clenched into fists as he prayed for Fu Sihan to pick up the phone.

"Your elder is planning on spoiling you, yet you refuse to do it. This time, you are going to make your father's service comfortable, and not only that, you aren't even getting any f * cking resources!"

Before the Mediterranean could finish his sentence, he directly pressed Yan Wan down on the table behind him, grabbed Yan Wan's delicate chin, and made a gesture to kiss it.

She tried to struggle, but the difference in strength between men and women was so great that she could not move.

He was forced to knock his elbow against the tabletop, knocking over the goblet. The sparkling red wine poured out, wetting Yan Wan's hand.

The goblet fell to the ground with a "pa" sound, igniting the passion of these people.

The surroundings were filled with people who were watching a show. Some men even picked up their phones to record something.

Nausea and chilliness were seeping out from the depths of her bones.

Fu Sihan, you should pick up the phone!

"Hello."

Just when the fat face of the Mediterranean was within reach, a deep and pleasant voice like a cello's came from the receiver. The tone, however, gave off a natural sense of nobility and coldness.

The bald man who was standing nearby heard the male voice clearly and was stunned for a moment.

"Is it CEO Shang? "I'm late!" "I want to leave the celebratory feast early, may I?"

He held his breath late at night, afraid that Fu Sihan would say that he was not a handsome man.

Amidst the light, wine, and wine, Fu Sihan narrowed his eyes and walked out of the noisy room.

"Where are you?"

Later that night, he didn't know why he said that. Fortunately, he didn't say that he wasn't Shang Chengchi or anything like that, so he immediately gave his address and gave the room number in detail.

"Little beauty, don't think you can just casually call a man. I've seen many these kinds of tricks! This is not the voice of CEO Shang at all! " Mediterranean responded, "Moreover, even if they were in BAONG, I've never heard of Boss Shang giving his private number to any woman!"

The bald man threw Yan Ye's phone to the side and snorted. He was about to launch an attack on Yan Ye.

"Bam!" A loud sound rang out.

The box's door was kicked open from the outside.

"Director … Director Shang!"

Someone exclaimed.

Before Mediterranean could even turn his head to look, he was sent flying with a kick. He was like a fat pig lying on the ground, unable to get up.

Late at night, he didn't know how Fu Sihan had managed to get her into his arms in the blink of an eye and then kick the two hundred kilograms of the Mediterranean Sea away.

"Who the hell …" As if he had been scolded by someone from the Mediterranean, his entire body trembled when he saw Fu Sihan, whose face was as dark as water.

Beside him was Shang Chengchi with a sneer on his face.

"Shang, Chairman Shang …" The Mediterranean Sea didn't know what to call Fu Sihan.

The staff attending the auto show held a celebratory feast here. Shang Junchi, the second generation and the young CEO were also gathered in the VIP box next door, and called for Fu Sihan.

He didn't expect that halfway through the game, Fu Sihan would suddenly receive a call from Yan Wan.