"Isn't it to look at the house?" Song Yuqiao's voice was dispersed by the deafening music, but Pei Si Cheng seemed to have heard it. He pulled Song Yuqiao over, leaned in close and said in her ear, "Accompany me for a while first."

  Such a voice accompanied by the faint scent of alcohol, as if the air itself was intoxicated.

  Maybe the music was too loud, otherwise why would her heart tremble along with it?

  Pei Si Cheng brought her to a corner card seat. A waiter had already walked over, "Boss, the usual?"

  "No, this time it's fruit wine."

  "Is this bar yours?" Song Yuqiao was somewhat astonished.

  Pei Si nodded: "Uh-huh."

  Song Yuqiao immediately associated the name of this bar "Beloved" with a woman, and she sensitively realized that this bar was opened for a woman, who might be Pei Hangyu's mother.

  Before long, the waiter brought it over, and on it appeared to be French, which Song Yuqiao couldn't understand.

  Pei Si poured a glass of wine for Song Yuqiao, and just as he was about to wave his hand, he heard him say: "I specifically ordered fruit wine for you, it's not high in alcohol content, so even if your drinking capacity is not good, you can still have a little."

  It got to this point and Song Yuqiao accepted it.

  In a corner of the Karaoke room, the sound from the main stage has already weakened significantly, and with the glass door in front, the noise is further reduced.

  Song Yuqiao looked at the dance pool in front of her, under the colorful lights, young people twisted like water snakes, suddenly felt a little restless, also wanting to squeeze in and desperately twist their waists to dance, wanting to go on stage to replace that rookie drummer, but all these were just sprouting in her subconscious, without even moving her fingers.

  She suddenly felt whether she had grown old, her heart had grown old.

  Pei Si Cheng followed Song Yu Qiao's eager gaze to the dance floor and the frame drum above it, shaking the fruit wine in his cup, "Does Miss Song also like playing the frame drum?"

  Really?

  Song Yuqiao said: "When I was young, I studied for a few years, but it was all just messing around."

  Pei Si's mouth hooked up: "My wife also likes to play the drums in the dance pool, sometimes jumping for two hours."

  Wife!!!

  Song Yuqiao suddenly thought of Zhang Menglin calling Pei Si Cheng "brother-in-law", could it be that Pei Si Cheng really married Zhang Menglin's sister?

  However, Bae Ho-young said his mother ran away with another man.

  While Pei Sheng...

  "He said: 'My wife is dead.'"

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  In a bar where the smell of alcohol is everywhere, the only thing that can be done is to drink more, even if one doesn't have a good capacity for liquor.

  Although the fruit wine of Pei Si's place is said to have a low degree, it tastes very sweet and has a strong aftertaste. Song Yuqiao drank a cup and felt a bit dizzy, and when she went out, she was walking in an S-shaped route.

  Pei Sicheng followed closely behind Song Yuqiao, half a step away, watching her walk with an awkward gait, and couldn't help but laugh to himself. Suddenly, Song Yuqiao tripped over her own feet, and he quickly reached out to steady her.

  Song Yuqiao smiled: "Thank you, Director Pei, I know you, Director Pei."

  This girl can't even touch a little bit of alcohol, looks like she's drunk again.

  She sent Song Yuqiao to the Jinshui Xiaoqu apartment building, and she didn't unfasten her seatbelt before opening the car door and getting out, so she was violently jerked back.

  "Who tied me up?"

  Pei Si Cheng: “......”

  Song Yuqiao struggled to untie her seatbelt, but couldn't manage to open it. Pei Sicheng reached out his hand to help her, and she lifted her head, a pair of eyes curved into a smile, "Pei Sicheng, I know you."

  "When did you recognize me?"

  Song Yuqiao said: "You are Pei Haoyu's father, you big liar."