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Chapter 18 Meet the Rival in Love, Extremely Jealous

Facing the door of the private room, Fang Ziqin smiled as brightly as a flower.

She was leaning against the wall lazily, her slightly narrowed eyes were filled with amusement, and her voice was gentle but also had a hint of inadvertent coldness.

She rarely appeared in the media before her marriage, and even less so after her marriage.

Naturally, others would not recognize her face.

But Cheng Jiao recognized that she had always regarded Fang Ziqin as her love rival, and she was always jealous when she didn't see him.

"Who are you, and I want you to take care of it?"

Zhou Zhan was a head and a half taller than Cheng Jiao. She stood on tiptoes and pressed her face directly against the man's chest.

The circle of wealthy people in Beijing and Hong Kong is so large. Shen Zhaoqing not only knows Cheng Jiao.

I have watched her grow up since junior high school.

He glared at Cheng Jiao: "Cheng Jiao, come down."

Zhou Zhan's handsome face was covered with frost, and it was frighteningly cold.

Cheng Jiao felt a chill run down her spine just by looking at it, and she hesitantly let go of her hand.

"She is my friend. She drank too much and became confused." Shen Zhaoqing said as he reached out and pulled Cheng Jiao behind him.

Looking at her appearance, she had indeed drank a lot, and her eyelids were drooped.

Fang Ziqin smiled at him: "You guys play, I'll talk to Fourth Brother about something."

"What are you doing? Let's disperse!" Shen Zhaoqing shouted to everyone.

Everyone in the private room glanced sideways, then squeezed out as if fleeing.

"You go out first."

The one who spoke was Zhou Zhan, and the one who obeyed was Ji Jiacheng.

Although he was extremely drunk, he was somewhat conscious and could hear the warning in his uncle's words.

Shen Zhaoqing held a person in one hand and dragged him out of the door.

Zhou Zhan was facing Fang Ziqin sideways and couldn't see his face clearly, but his sharp and tight jawline looked quite proud.

He didn't say anything, so she spoke: "I'm free tomorrow morning, when will I make an appointment?"

"You came here to see me specifically just to talk about this?"

Fang Ziqin straightened his long legs and chuckled: "What else?"

"Come in for a drink?"

Zhou Zhan turned to look at her, raising his eyebrows.

She blinked a pair of very beautiful peach blossom eyes, proud and confident: "You have to drink the breakup wine."

After entering the door, I found a neat place to sit down.

"Fourth brother, I have to pour this wine for you."

Fang Ziqin rolled up his shirt sleeves and started washing glasses and pouring wine, his movements were quick and elegant.

She lowered her head carefully and looked very focused, without even blinking her eyelids.

When Zhou Zhan was about to speak, she suddenly raised her head: "Just drinking is too boring, how about something fun?"

"What do you want to play?"

Fang Ziqin thought seriously for two seconds and said, "Truth or dare!"

The game is simple, place a wine bottle between two people, rotate in a circle, and whoever the bottle mouth points to loses.

Zhou Zhan said calmly, "How much do you lack childhood?"

Fang Ziqin set up the formation and said, "I thought Fourth Brother you knew me well enough!"

"I have often heard people say that the Fang family's daughter is gentle and gentle, and she is a good match."

But the woman in front of me was obviously not.

I can't say it's bad, but it definitely doesn't go with the word gentle and gentle.

The delicate smoky makeup looks a little cold on her face if you look closely at it.

Especially the slightly raised eyeliner, which is both cold and wild, half charming and half demonic.

Zhou Zhan couldn't express his feelings, he always felt that he had been cheated.

As if he was looking too directly, Fang Ziqin raised his eyes and reminded: "Fourth brother, the mouth of the bottle refers to you."

When she was in a good mood, she would call him Fourth Brother.

When you are in a bad mood, call him by his first name.

Zhou Zhan looked at her, eyes a little gloomy: "What do you want to ask?"

Fang Ziqin wanted to ask him why he married her.

When the words came to his lips, he changed to: "How many girlfriends have you had?"

"You want to know that much?"
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