Rowan‘s mouth also hooked a shallow smile, instantly confused her mind.

In this way, Rowan was not drawn in the second, third and fourth rounds.

Qin Siyi was afraid of any change in the matter and said with a slight disgust： "It‘s not that interesting either. Let‘s play another round."

The rest also nodded in agreement.

In the fifth round, the person who drew the ghost card was a chauffeur who had just been beaten miserably.

He shouted, grinding teeth ho ho, "finally it‘s my turn to avenge. I designate, number 4, number 7."

When he spoke, Fang Qingyuan sighed and understood the card in his hand. "I am No.7."

"Where is the 4th? Who is the 4th?"

The crowd looked at each other. Qin Siyi‘s heart was tight and the tunnel was not good.

Sure enough, beside her, the man said faintly, "Me."

The chauffeur smiled and Chao Fang Qingyuan blinked. "Now put a playing card into No.4 ‘s clothes. No.7 cannot use his hand, but must use his mouth to pick up the playing card."

"Hello!" The parties did not express their opinions, but Qin Siyi could not sit still. "You are enough! Don‘t play too much!"

"Siyi, isn‘t it? Not at this level? You are too stingy."

Everyone knows that she brought Rowan, but she watched it tightly enough for one night, so she didn‘t let a little socialite successfully talk to Rowan.

She has already committed the jealousy of many people, and everyone laughed one after another： "Willing to accept defeat, willing to accept defeat."

Qin Siyi was furious. It happened that he could not get angry on the spot. He gave Rowan an aggrieved look, but saw his eyes fall on another person.

The shirt Rowan is wearing today.

After the playing cards were put in, the king designated that all buttons must be fastened, which virtually increased the difficulty and the ambiguity of the interaction between the two people.

Qin Siyi looked at Fang Qingyuan‘s actions without blinking a glance and made up her mind that she would never spare her if she had any misconduct or if her intention was not to drink.

Mao waistcoat took off on the sofa. Fang Qingyuan came over and stood in front of Rowan.

She wears high heels and is half a head shorter than Rowan.

His phoenix eyes were slightly lowered and carefree.

Fang Qingyuan licked her lips and began.

Everyone‘s eyes were focused, and the music was specially changed to a lively but more appealing rhythm.

Not the Kui is a famous female public relations officer in 49 cities who can play well. Fang Qingyuan skillfully unbuttoned Rowan‘s shirt with her mouth. This scene made everyone excited.

As the buttons were unbuttoned, the woman‘s blue breath sprayed on his skin.

In the face of the gradually exposed honey chest, Fang Qingyuan not only has some hot face.

However, in contrast to Rowan, the old God is still in appearance.

The last button was unbuttoned, and the playing cards were impressively ed in Rowan‘s waistband above the zipper of his trousers, clinging to his lower abdomen.

Qin Siyi was so angry that he could no longer see it. He twisted his waist and turned away.

When she calmed down from the bathroom, everyone had already dispersed and sat together in twos and threes, chatting and drinking.

On the sofa, next to Rowan, Fang Qingyuan held her chin with one hand and smiled like a fox.

Striding forward, Qin Siyi said displeased, "Rowan, I‘m tired, I‘m going back!"

What Qin Siyi means is that Rowan will go with himself.

But she didn‘t expect that Rowan looked up lightly and said indifferently, "Oh."

Oh?

Is this not to go with her, or even to send her?

Her face was full of disbelief. She stared at Rowan so hard that she almost glared him out of the hole.

Beside Rowan, Fang Qingyuan smiled shallowly and stood up. "Siyi, I‘ll take you out?"

Qin Siyi smiled angrily and turned coldly and left.

The arrogance of the big lady made it impossible for her to condescend to Rowan at the moment, especially in front of Fang Qingyuan.

She can‘t let Fang Qingyuan look down on herself.

At the gate of the bar, Fang Qingyuan personally opened the rear door and smiled at Pamela： "Siyi, be careful on the way back."

Qin Siyi held his arm and smiled sarcastically. "Fang Qingyuan, are you very proud?"

Even Qing Yuan‘s elder sister stopped calling and called her first name.

Fang Qingyuan knew that the little girl had an atmosphere.