The assistants and special assistants he brought to Beicheng knew about him and Zhou Shike's affairs, so they still felt a little moved when they saw Fu Simian just heard Zhou Shike's name change so much.

Why did these two people come to this point?

"He is with Mr. Zhou?"

"No," the special assistant replied, "President Zhou led him to say hello to several elders and let him move freely."

"Free movement?" Fu Simien curled the corners of her mouth and smiled a little indulgently, "Child."

"Let's go." Fu Simien took the watch from his assistant and walked out. The young man was straight and his eyebrows were clear and cold.

The moment he appeared on the stairs, he put on a gentle and elegant mask.

The special assistant and assistant followed him,

Go downstairs slowly.

When Fu Simian appeared, the hall naturally became quiet. They looked up. The young man was wearing glasses and had a friendly temperament, not as ruthless and cold-blooded as the rumors were.

Zhou Shike was nestling in the single sofa farthest from Fu Simian. He did not stand up like everyone else, and he did not discuss business with Fu.

He raised his eyes and his eyes fell lightly on Fu Simien.

The other party was wearing a black tailored suit, very business-oriented, with a straight body and a light tone of easy-goingness in his speech.

Through him, Zhou Shike saw Fu Simian from his youth.

At that time, Fu Simian was slightly thin, and his words were arrogance and aloofness brought to him by good students and family background. Often, a look made people feel ashamed of themselves.

Zhou Shike was a bastard when he was a teenager and naturally fell in love with such a so-called good student.

But a dog that can bite people does not bark.

Zhou Shike had never experienced it personally at that time, and finally finally experienced it personally. Fu Simian was wearing the skin of a good student, but his behavior was much deeper and more terrifying than those of them, the rich second-generation who were called little bastards all day long.

You must also be much crueler and ruthless.

Zhou Shike was bored by the sight, put down his wine glass, stood up and walked towards the rest area behind him.

Fu Simian's eyes swept across the boy's back, then took them back and nodded slightly to the people present, "I'll ask you for advice from now on."

After saying that, he wanted to go downstairs to find Zhou Shike.

The special assistant stopped the other party with quick eyes and hands, "Mr. Fu, it's not possible now."

There are so many people today, and Fu Simian can't just say a few official words and leave. No matter how he has to go on and talk to them.

Everyone is waiting.

Zhou Shike here stopped until he was far away from the center of the venue. The waiter came over and asked him if he needed it. He shook his head, raised his hand and loosened his tie, chose a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, and knocked the cap on the corner of the table, opened it, and tilted his head and took a big mouthful.

The waiter looked at his back and shook his head. He looked like a playboy.

After passing through the lounge area, the hotel is the indoor swimming pool behind. The hotel is heated and the water has also adjusted the temperature, but now everyone is in front and there is no one here now.

Zhou Shike found a recliner to lie down, and felt that the situation of changing the fragrance of his clothes was not suitable for him.

I would have let Fang Ka come if I had known it, so I was so bored.

When he was halfway through a bottle of whiskey, he swallowed half of his mouth and gently patted his shoulder.

"Hello."

The man's voice was low, thick, and a little hoarse.

Smoke? This is Zhou Shike’s first feeling.

He turned his head slowly, narrowed his eyes and looked at the person who came, "Is there anything wrong?"

"My name is Song Guiyan." He sat down on the chair next to Zhou Shike, wearing a dark blue suit, and his tone was typical of the North City businessmen. He was from the same world as Zhou Shixuan and others. He kept talking and was planning to win the bid and ended the meeting.

Zhou Shike looked at him for a while, slowly retracted his gaze, "Oh."

"I hope you can introduce yourself. I like you very much." Although Song Guiyan's words were direct, his tone was gentle and smiled, which was hard to disgust and reject.

Unfortunately, he met Zhou Shike.

Zhou Shike swallowed the little left in his mouth, and the wine stained on his lips remained. He bent his eyes and spoke ruthlessly, "I'm not interested in you, sorry."

Song Guiyan left the chair and squatted down next to Zhou Shike, with his eyes focused.

"Zhou Shike, I asked you to introduce yourself. It's not that I don't know you," his hand climbed up Zhou Shike's shoulder. "I just hope that the two of us have an opportunity to communicate."

Zhou Shike looked at him indifferently, "Oh."

Song Guiyan smiled, "You are still like this."

"We are very familiar?" Zhou Shike frowned slightly.

"I'm not very familiar," Song Guiyan shook his head and said a little regretfully, "When I knew you, you were in the first year of high school, and I was in the senior year of B University."

Zhou Shike was studying at the B-level No. 1 Middle School at that time. It was not private, but it was much more difficult to enter than private. Although it was high in the attached, it was impossible to have a shortcut to directly enter B-level. It was ranked B-level even before Zhou Shike later attended F-level.

Song Guiyan's hands were warm and generous, and he slowly stroked the side face of Zhou Shike last year, "I'm very happy that you can come back."

Although the other party's aura was gentle, it was very suppressive. Zhou Shike didn't like to lose, so he became provocative.

"What are you happy about?" Zhou Shike asked casually.

Song Guiyan was about to answer, but Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Fu Simian who appeared at the door not far away. Just as he was about to get up to say hello, Zhou Shike hooked his neck, and the strong smell of alcohol on the boy made him have to throw Fu Simian behind his head.

Without any hesitation, Song Guiyan helped Zhou Shike to kiss the back of the head.

Zhou Shike was stunned for only two seconds before he raised his head to respond.

Zhou Shike's kissing skills are attributed to Fu Simian. Fu Simian is simply self-taught in this regard, and he is Zhou Shike's teacher. Unfortunately, now he wants to use all the teachings of Fu Simian on others.

He also saw Fu Simian.

He had said before that Fu Simian was coming to Beicheng to develop, and he would follow him, but if he appeared in front of him, he would not make the other party feel better.

Since Fu Simian likes being an audience so much, Zhou Shike doesn't mind performing a few more times.

The young man stood there, his figure shrouded in haze.

Song Guiyan's breath was burning, and the boy's taste was unexpectedly good, with soft lips and tongue, dizzying alcohol.

He walked down Zhou Shike's neck and unbuttoned the two buttons on Zhou Shike's shirt with his fingers.

When he was about to go down, Song Guiyan was suddenly pushed away vigorously. He staggered back a few steps, stood firm and looked at the person coming.

Fu Simian.

Fu Simian looked ugly. He lowered his eyes and looked at Zhou Shike, who was dressed in a messy dress on the lounge chair, revealing half of his fair waist, and half of his shoulders. His naked neck was stained with the tide left after being kissed. Fu Simian heard the string in his mind and broke with a "pop".

Zhou Shike's eyes were filled with water, and he curled his lips and smiled at Fu Simien, cruel and cold, even with a smell of blood.

"Mr. Fu? What a coincidence." His voice was hoarse. He knew why at first glance. Fu Simien closed his eyes and his heart thumped.

Seeing that Fu Simian was unmoved and said nothing, Zhou Shike raised his upper body and asked deliberately: "Do you want to join us?"

Fu Simian drooped his eyes. He could not find any disguise or even the attachment left by the past in Zhou Shike's eyes. All he had was open and casual invitations and provocations. Fu Simian's calm eyes suddenly stormed, and he leaned over and pinched Zhou Shike's chin and pressed the person on the recliner.

He gritted his teeth and his tone was painful, "Where is A Ke on Wednesday?" Fu Simian's voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat. The calm, rational, elegant and easy-going young man was forced to reveal his true form by Zhou Shike's random and wandering actions.

"What are you talking about? Have you ever told you..." Zhou Shike looked at Fu Simian and his words stopped abruptly. He saw the sinisterness and viciousness in the other person's eyes, and the coldness that made people feel the bone-black chill all over his body.

At that moment, Zhou Shike simply thought Fu Simian wanted to kill him.

His heart tightened. He didn't have time to think about how to react. His physical instinct made him want to turn over and leave.

Fu Simian's hands trembled. He leaned over and grabbed Zhou Shike without saying a word, and hugged him in his arms. Fu Simian's whole body was trembling. His hair was scattered in front of his forehead for the sake of attending the cocktail party, his eyes were embarrassed and at a loss.
Chapter completed!