Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

"That's it, hang up first, be sure to bring medicine."

Zhang Yang smiled, "Shicheng invites you to dinner."

Aware that the man was about to walk out of the toilet, Mu Qingmo took out a tissue and wiped his hands, before dodging out of the bathroom.

Zhang Yang hummed a ditty and walked towards 306 proudly.

In the corner that Zhang Yang couldn't see, Mu Qingmo kept watching him.

After Zhang Yang entered the box, Mu Qingmo returned to the box.

"Come on, Mr. Mu, let's drink."

Mu Qingmo raised his glass and touched it lightly.

Shaking the liquid in the cup, Mu Qingmo's mind always had the appearance of Lin Yiran.

He even imagined that Lin was still frightened and helpless.

After thinking about it, Mu Qingmo couldn't sit still.

After all, Lin still helped himself today. She is Nan Sheng's best friend again, and she has to help her no matter what she says.

Mu Qingmo put down the wine glass, grabbed his jacket, and said lightly, "I'll invite you for this meal, I'll take a step beforehand."

After the other young masters listened, they watched Mu Qingmo leave while holding their wine glasses.

This Young Master Mu is not right today!

Didn't he always play the second game until the end?

It's so weird.

The crowd didn't think much of it, and got excited again.

After getting off the elevator, Mu Qingmo called the driver and asked him to park the car at the door of Yipinju.

Coincidentally, when he walked out of the door of Yipinju, Lin still and the others got into the car.

"Master, should we go back next or..."

Mu Qingmo got into the car directly, pointed at Lin Yiran's car, "Follow that car."

The driver nodded and quickly followed the car.

Lin still drove the car intently, chatting with Song Yue and the others from time to time.

Zhang Yang put his hands on the back of the chair and stared at Lin Yiran recklessly.

Lin was still getting more and more irritable, so he could only increase the speed of the car, thinking of arriving sooner.

When they got to the bar, Song Yue took Cen Yue and a few people to the dance floor.

Zhang Yang mixed in the noisy crowd with a drink.

Lin still sat quietly on the bar by himself, ordered a cocktail, and sipped it.

A woman sitting alone at a bar drinking can easily attract the attention of others.

Mu Qingmo sat in a secret corner, holding a glass of wine, and kept looking at Lin Yiran.

"Miss, are you alone? Would you like to have a drink together?"

A handsome man raised a glass of wine and warmly invited Lin still.

Lin still smiled and shook his head, "No, my friend is here."

The man made fun of himself, nodded and went to look for the next target.

Lin still drank one sip after another, casually looking at the people in the bar.

Really boring.

Lin still yawned and turned on his phone to find a chauffeur.

After issuing the license plate number, Lin still threw his phone on the bar and continued drinking.

Mu Qingmo thought about business, turned his eyes away, and looked for the man who was calling in Yipinju.

It didn't take long for Mu Qingmo to see him.

Zhang Yang sneaked into the crowded place, looked around, as if waiting for someone.

At this moment, a man in a black cap entered the bar.

Zhang Yang looked up to see him and waved at him.

The man nodded, lowered the brim of his hat, avoided the drunken man, and walked towards Zhang Yang.

Mu Qingmo took a sip of wine and stared at the two with sharp eyes.

The lights in the bar were too dim, and with the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Mu Qingmo only touched their arms once.

It is estimated that what they are holding now is that kind of medicine.

Mu Qingmo asked the bartender to mix a glass of wine, waiting for Zhang Yang's next move.

Sure enough, Zhang Yang patted the black cap on the shoulder and walked towards Lin still.

"Hey Director Lin, why don't you go to the dance pool for a while?"

Lin was still stunned for a moment. Seeing that it was Zhang Yang, he replied in a light tone, "I'm a little tired."

"That's it."

Zhang Yang touched his chin and thoughtfully.

Looking at the wine glass in Lin's hand, Zhang Yang thought of diverting Lin's attention to make it easier for him to start.

"By the way, Director Lin, what about Song Yue and the others?"

Lin still put down his wine glass and turned his head to look at the dance floor.

"They're all dancing there."

"That's it."

Zhang Yang responded indiscriminately.

At this moment, Zhang Yang quickly threw a white pill into Lin Yi's wine glass.