Chapter 63: Most dude

Chapter 63 The most ridiculous
Wen Qiao glanced at the map next to the elevator on the second floor. The boxing gym was on the fourth floor, which was divided into building ABC, and needed to go through the atrium of building A.
The elevator door opened and his eyes met, Zhao Tong first shouted: "Wen... Wen Qiao."
Xu Lu snorted, how could Wen Qiao be here?
How did she get into the upper class in a way that is not influential?
Wen Qiao glanced indifferently at the two people in the elevator, ignored him, and walked directly to the atrium.
Zhao Tong couldn't believe it: "She...she seems to be wearing a small Tangshan bracelet on her hand."
Xu Lu's eyes followed Wen Qiao, and she saw a delicate black bracelet on her right wrist, which was what Zhao Tong said, a status symbol, the pass of the Xiaotangshan Club.
Her heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp blade. At that moment, Xu Lu couldn't breathe.
The overwhelming emotions are surging, and she knows very clearly that all emotions come together, which is called jealousy.
"I don't know who was caught up with again? Why did Wen Qiao become so depraved?" She tore off the usual gentle and virtuous disguise, and said this angrily.
Zhao Tong echoed: "That's right, it's definitely not the eighteenth line last time, eh? No, the eighteenth line doesn't really have the surname Fu, even if it's not Fu Nanli, it can be the young masters of the Fu family."
Xu Lu lightly said: "The young masters of the collateral line should also look down on her. They are all famous families, and every family pays attention to the right people."
Zhao Tong curled his lips: "Let's follow up and have a look."
The atrium is a nightclub. The atmosphere is restless, the lights are feasting, and the music runs through the eardrums. Wen Qiao wanted to go through and walked to the dance floor. A man drinking slightly at the bar grabbed her wrist.
Zhao Tong was excited and took out a few photos with her mobile phone.
"That person is Fu Jiang, the closest to Fu's family, and also the dullest, least educated of Fu's family. It turns out that Wen Qiao climbed up to this guy. The taste is heavy."
Wen Qiao looked at his wrist being held in his hand by a man, and was stunned. He looked at the drunk man, frowned slightly, "Let go."
Fu Nanli's club, she didn't want to be rough.
Fu Jiang got closer: "Where is the beauty, whose bed do you want to climb tonight? If you have a drink with your brother, your brother can satisfy you if you have any wishes."
From time to time, Xiaotangshan will have female stars sharpen their heads and mix in, casually mixing into a young master's private room, maybe they can get a top resource.
Oh, nowadays, there are also male celebrities moving this idea.
After all, most of the resources of the entertainment industry are in the hands of a few bigwigs.
"Say, do you want to be in a movie or on TV, or do you want to go to Fashion Week? My brother can satisfy you."
The man's expression was extremely awkward, and Wen Qiao's fist was about to move.
"What's your name?" The blue veins on Wen Qiao's forehead were jumping, and Fu Nanli had to save face, and he couldn't hit his field.
Fu Jiang was addicted to Wen Qiao's beauty and sneered: "My brother is Fu Jiang, should you know that?"
Wen Qiao had a headache.
The surname is Fu, is it to fight or not to fight?
Fu Jiang leaned over, his mouth full of alcohol and he wanted to kiss her. Wen Qiao took a step back, broke away from his hand, lifted his leg, and kicked Fu Jiang's heart.
All in one go, clean and neat.
Fu Jiang was caught off guard by kicking her to the front of the bar and hitting the whole wine cabinet. The famous wine on the wine cabinet crashed to the ground, smashed cleanly.
Fu Jiang also woke up most of his drunkenness. With the help of his bodyguards, he got up embarrassedly, and gritted his teeth at Wen Qiao: "Bitch, I don't know how to promote."
(End of this chapter)