Qi Yue suddenly became angry: "Who do you think can't do it? Xingchen is a close disciple of Master Zhang! She has been exposed to pipa and guqin since she was three years old, and started learning Western musical instruments at the age of eight. With your level, she is worthy of my family.

Star ratio!"

Her retort did not save Lin Yang any face.

Lin Yang's face darkened. Although her status was not as noble as these rich young masters, she was also a new actress in the entertainment industry, ranking at the top.

This Qi Yue is just a loser around Ji Xingchen, why can he talk to her like this!

The best friend of Lin Yang stood up and mocked: "If you really have such great ability, then come up and show it to us. Who will believe it just by your mouth?"

Not far away, someone couldn't help but ask the man: "You don't care?"

Lu Yanbei took out his cigarette and lit it, with a somewhat careless smile hanging from the corners of his eyes.

But if you look closely, the smile is unusually cold.

He put his hands on the edge of the sofa and just looked at it.

The wild rose in his house was covered in thorns, and it could prick these people until they bled without him having to do anything.

Ji Xingchen leaned back slightly, leaned leisurely on the sofa, and laughed lightly: "I dare to play, are you worthy of listening?"

Her face was calm, but her posture was arrogant.

The faces of the group of people immediately turned cold: "What do you mean? Ji Xingchen, you said we are not worthy?"

There were a few people in this group who were usually unhappy with Ji Xingchen. The circle was so large that everyone had met each other.

They are all daughters of wealthy families, why is she, Ji Xingchen, so superior to others?

They also want to take the opportunity to have an attack.

Ji Xingchen was too lazy to deal with it. He stood up and glanced at Lin Yang: "Take out your pipa to show off your coquettishness. My pipa is for playing in the National Concert Hall."

Ji Xingchen's attitude was stern: "This is the difference between you and me."

Lin Yang: "What do you mean!"

Ji Xingchen was too lazy to talk to her and glanced at the crowd: "If you want to listen to me play, you can. You are all welcome to the Beixiang Concert Hall next Friday."

She left, but her words shocked everyone present.

Next Friday at Beixiang Concert Hall is Mr. Zhang’s special performance. Is Ji Xingchen really Mr. Zhang’s closed disciple?

There was a moment of silence in the box.

Lu Yanbei walked up to the sullen Lin Yang and lifted the frame of his glasses. It was a simple movement that conveyed a casual feeling.

He took out two bills from the wallet with his sharp-jointed fingers. His peach-blossom eyes were a bit cold, but his tone of voice was gentle and polite.

"You played well just now, here's your tip."

Lin Yang's face suddenly turned red, and shame and embarrassment spread throughout his body.

The bosses had a lot of time watching the show.

This is almost as clear as saying that Lin Yang is just like a street performer, only worth two hundred yuan.

Lin Yang gritted his teeth, the exquisite manicure piercing his palms, and his heart was filled with a huge sense of humiliation.

She raised her eyes and looked at Lu Yanbei. There was a deep coldness in the man's eyes. Lin Yang, who originally wanted to question him, fell silent for some reason.

…

There are stars and a gentle breeze.

Ji Xingchen staggered. She didn't expect the fruit wine to be so powerful. She didn't feel it in the box just now. Now when the wind blew, she was full of alcohol.

My head feels dizzy and I can't walk steadily.

Qi Yue supported her and walked in the direction of parking.

Assistant Song saw them from a distance and came over quickly: "What's wrong, madam?"

Qi Yue: "What else can I do? I drank too much." I poured one cup after another of fruit wine into my mouth. How can I not get drunk?

Special Assistant Song saw how hard Qi Yue was helping him. He wanted to help but didn't dare. He had no choice but to make his boss mean-spirited.

Ji Xingchen was carrying a limited edition diamond bag and her body was swaying. She suddenly stopped halfway, pointed at Song Lin and cursed.

"Scumbag! Go away and stay away from me!"

Song Lin, lying on the gun: "..."

He said helplessly: "Madam, I am Special Assistant Song."

Alcohol burned Ji Xingchen's reason: "You and Lu Yanbei are in the same group, and you are also a scumbag!"

After saying that, she shook off Qi Yue's hand and walked forward by herself, taking two steps and leaning her body.

Qi Yue chased after her anxiously: "Hey, little ancestor, please take it easy!"

Ji Xingchen walked straight to the silver Maybach, carrying a diamond bag, and smashed the car window: "Scumbag! Get out of here, you bitch, you have the ability to find a mistress, but you don't have the ability to get out of the car!"

Qi Yue: "..."

Song Lin: "..."

Ji Xingchen walked to the front of the car again and kicked the limited-edition Maybach. He kicked the car once and then tried to compensate.

Song Lin broke out in a cold sweat. This car is a limited edition in the world!

When Lu Yanbei came out, he saw that his car was being ruthlessly destroyed by a woman.

I suddenly felt a headache.

Qi Yue and Song Lin did not dare to stop him, so they could only persuade him from the side.

Ji Xingchen kicked her feet a few times and felt nauseated. She retched a few times and couldn't vomit out. Everything she saw was double-imaged, and she felt very light-headed and dizzy.

Qi Yue looked at the footprints on the car and was really afraid that Lu Yan would settle the score later, so she couldn't help but step forward and grab Ji Xingchen.

Unexpectedly, Ji Xingchen turned around just in time and misplaced his position. Qi Yue made a mistake and Ji Xingchen's feet staggered.

Caught off guard, the whole person fell forward.

Qi Yue and Song Lin were startled, and Ji Xingchenjiu was also frightened to wake up.

If she fell down and landed on her face, she would be disfigured!

In panic, she fell into a hug.

Lu Yanbei picked him up and put him on the front of the car to sit.

Ji Xingchen's beautiful eyes were a little misty, and her cheeks were stained with crimson. She tilted her head and looked at the person in front of her for several seconds, then her fox eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Scumbag!"

"..."

Lu Yanbei was speechless.

Ji Xingchen relied on alcohol to vent his anger, and his sanity remained a little but not much.

"I hate when people lie to me."

Lu Yanbei put his right hand around her slim waist, "I didn't lie to you."

Ji Xingchen stared at him, his eyes downcast with anger: "Since you came to pick me up, why did you bring a mistress? A man brings two female companions, do you think you are awesome?"

Lu Yanbei remained silent.

"Tang Tang is here, as is the young lady from the Gu family, as well as those from the Cheng family and the Li family. If you bring the mistress in front of me to show off your power, how will they laugh at me behind my back? They will laugh at me, the daughter of the Ji family, but leave

I can’t control my husband’s heart, and laugh at my relationship with my husband. When my marriage comes to an end, I still pretend to be peaceful and peaceful, and laugh at me that I am not even as good as a mistress!”

Ji Xingchen's temper, which he had endured all night, finally exploded.

"Lu Yanbei, you are slapping me in the face in public!"

Lu Yanbei's eyes were heavy, his Adam's apple rolled up, and his voice was hoarse, "I won't do it next time."

Ji Xingchen's eyes were blurred, and her pupils reflected Lu Yanbei's face. She had a nasal voice when she spoke because she drank too much.

"You also gave Lin Yang the necklace you gave me. Does a mistress deserve to take something from me?"

Lu Yanbei said solemnly: "There is no mistress."

When Ji Xingchen heard this, he was stunned for a few seconds and then suddenly laughed out loud.

The cool night breeze was a bit cold, and it stung the corners of her eyes. She sarcastically said, "You can tell such nonsense."

Lu Yanbei didn't explain any more, he held her soft and slender waist, directly supported her hips, and picked her up.

Ji Xingchen frowned in disgust and hit the man's shoulder hard: "Put me down!"

While struggling, she hit Lu Yanbei on the face.

In fact, Lu Yanbei was beaten frequently. In the two years since their marriage, whenever they had an argument, he would be violent. Ji Xingchen would attack if he was not convinced.

So he had no expression on his face and was quite calm.

But Qi Yue and Song Lin had never seen this scene before, and they opened their mouths wide, wishing that they were invisible.

Qi Yue os: My treasure is promising, I dare to beat Mr. Lu! She is so cool and I love her so much!

Song Lin os: Oh my God, what did I see? The arrogant and arrogant Mr. Lu was beaten by a woman, in the most shameful way of slapping him! I won’t be fired just because I saw this scene!


Chapter completed!