He is more fickle than Fengyue

"Did you hear that, Young Master Lu has spoken, asking you to take good care of us Qianqian, how dare you be disobedient?" With Lu Beichen's support, Zhang Jiaqi became even more complacent and arrogant.

Song Qianqian sat on the main seat, her posture was elegant, and her back was even more straight.

Bo Yan clenched her fists, "What if I say no?"

Zhou Rong couldn't bear it, but helplessly squeezed out two words, "Bo Nian."

Bo Yan's eyes widened suddenly, with astonishment and resentment in his eyes.

Undoubtedly, Lu Beichen asked Zhou Rong to say this as a warning to her.

Bo Yan's chest heaved and heaved, and finally returned to calm.

Originally she was still dying, but Lu Beichen used two words to cut off all her thoughts.

The straw that broke the camel's back.

The surrounding music was so loud, but Bo Yan could still clearly hear her own voice, and the choking in her throat, "Please tell Mr. Lu, I will definitely not, blame, trust, trust."

When the door of the box was closed again, the world inside was already turned upside down, "Bo Yan, when you robbed Qianqian's husband back then, you didn't expect this day to happen, did you?"

"It's true that the sky has eyes, good and evil are rewarded, everything you have suffered now is all retribution, you deserve it!"

"Didn't you be very pushy back then, because you were the eldest lady of the Bo family, you looked down on us all day long with your nostrils, and now, you are only worthy of serving us tea and water, doing this kind of dirtiest thing , the most humble job."

"What about you, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up and kneel down, and pour wine for us first, or believe it or not, we will immediately call Young Master Lu and sue you. When I see it, how will Young Master Lu deal with you. "

Dogs rely on people's power, which is probably the current situation.

With a tired and numb heart suppressing the sharp pain, Bo Yan's steps were as heavy as if filled with lead, every step was so difficult.

At last……

"Plop" -

Kneeling in front of Song Qianqian.

"hiss--"

The others gasped.

Never dreamed that the proud Miss Bo would kneel down to Song Qianqian on the spot. Back then, who knew that Bo Yan hated Song Qianqian the most, and would never admit that Song Qianqian was from her Bo family, but now...

Song Qianqian hurriedly reached out to help her, "Sister, get up quickly, how can you kneel down on me, wouldn't this break me."

"Do not touch me."

Bo Yan knocked off Song Qianqian's hand, she was fed up with Song Qianqian's pretending.

She knew who Song Qianqian was, if she really didn't want her to kneel in front of her, she wouldn't have deliberately allowed Wang Shiqi and Zhang Kelan to humiliate her like this just now. ?

Who are you pretending to show now?

"Sister..." Song Qianqian wanted to cry, she was so pitiful, but there was the deepest smile in her eyes.

She was laughing at Bo Yan's ugly defeat, a crushing defeat.

"Okay Qianqian." Zhang Kelan said disdainfully, "What do you care about her? Have you forgotten how she bullied you before? Now kneeling in front of you, you deserve it. You love her, who will love you? Besides , does anyone appreciate it?"

"That's right." Wang Shiqi echoed repeatedly, "Bo Yan, why are you dawdling, pouring wine!"

Impatiently urged by Wang Shiqi, Bo Yan, in the eyes of everyone, poured a glass of wine, knelt and held it in front of Song Qianqian, "Miss Song, please drink."

"Sister..." Song Qianqian said with a sad face, "Don't do this!"

"Are you drinking or not?" Bo Yan couldn't leave, and was forced to watch Song Qianqian's performance here. There was already a fire burning in his heart, so he naturally didn't have such a good temper. "If you don't drink, I will change it." Next, don't waste my time."

"Whoa-"

So cool.

Bo Yan was caught off guard, and a glass of frozen beer was splashed on his face.

Zhang Kelan's sneer fell from the top of his head, "Bo Yan, this glass of wine is a reward for you, and I will take it as a lesson for you, and show us more respect in the future."

"Otherwise, the next time you splash it on your face, it won't be wine."

Song Qianqian pretended to reprimand, "Ke Lan, you are too much, how could you spoil my sister?"

"Qianqian, I'm standing up for you."

"I don't care how my sister treats me. I know she doesn't like me. It's my fault."

The disgusting voice in her ears continued, the cold liquid dripped down her chin, and the thin smoke's eyelashes trembled slightly, an indescribable embarrassment.

"Are you OK?"

In the eyes blurred by the drink, someone handed her a tissue, "Do you want to wipe it?"