(MTL) The male protagonist is always a crematorium [quick wear]

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Are you my lover? (8)

    The lights on the second floor of Xu's house at this point have not been turned off.

    On weekdays, Xu Kuiwen lived in a private villa outside, but it was too late when he came back this time, and the time to go back and forth was a little tight.

    Documents that were hastily shelved during the day were piled up for processing at night.

    Xu Kuiwen rubbed his eyebrows, trying to wake up.

    The sleepiness is not too sleepy, it is that the spirit reaches this point and the instinct is a little tired.

    He moved the computer away, ready to make another cup of coffee.

    The tired-looking brows and eyes were slightly softer, and the cold eyes rarely faded away from the bone-chilling coldness in this room where he was alone.

    The coldness of this man is in his bones.

    In this environment, the sound of the phone vibrating is more obvious.

    Xu Kuiwen looked sideways and found that it was a text message.

    Even without opening the screen, he can see the content of the text message - Tianke Bar.

    Tianke bar?

    Xu Kuiwen put down the coffee cup, thinking about it for a while and remembered that his card might have been forgotten at Qiu's house.

    That is to say, Liu Yue was the only one who could go to the bar with his card. He had rejected her several times when she pestered him to go there to have a look.

    Thinking of this, Xu Kuiwen's face changed color immediately, and he picked up the coat on the hanger and was about to go out, calling Liu Yue while walking.

    How could he forget Liu Yue's temperament, no matter how late, he would definitely ask that guy Lin Hanhai to clarify.

    Most of the time I didn't get any benefit this time. I didn't go home in the middle of the night and went to the bar.

    Really worrying.

    Xu Kuiwen hurried down the stairs, but the phone didn't get through.

    This was burning his only remaining sanity little by little, he let out a long breath and swallowed the angry and worried emotions in his heart.

    After arriving in the garage and getting in the car, he looked at the phone that he couldn't make, and moved his finger on the number table several times, trying to call that guy. After a few hesitations, he finally threw the phone aside with a cold face.

    Step on the accelerator hard, and he won't hand over his treasure to that person again.

    I won't be looking for him again.

    Inside the bar.

    Liu Yue propped her jaw down and stared at the wine glass in front of her boredly. The eyes are blurred and the posture is lazy, and the glass goblet is shaken in one hand, and the slender index finger is touching the wall of the glass.

    Through the brightly-colored drinks, the dreamy light color is smeared on the fingertips, and dotted on the beautiful eyebrows and eyes of Liu Yue.

    Tang Feifan's face has never been so calm before, and the bartenders who are familiar with him can't help but look at him and feel fresh.

    Although the Tang family is weaker than the three families, just like when the Qiu family is compared with the other two families, they clearly know that there are some places that cannot be compared, but each has its own implications.