The abstinent boss knocks on the door at night

I don't mean that to you.

After hanging up the phone for a long time, these words still echoed in Zhou Size's mind.

He picked up the cigarette box and took out one, lit it, and took a deep breath. The smoke instantly floated out of his nose, and was blown far away by Zhou Size until it dispersed.

Yes.

Fu Jiajia has no intention of continuing to get along with herself.

She made it very clear that the only person who is stubbornly entangled is herself!

"Fuck." Zhou Size suddenly cursed in a low voice, picked up the car keys, and dialed his friend's phone number, "Are there any games tonight?"

"Young Master Zhou is back? That's a must! There are new girls here these days, with hot bodies and pure faces."

"Sure." Zhou Size took the last puff of his cigarette and put it out, "I'll be there."

"Okay! I have to hold a welcome party for you! I'll ask all the girls to come!"

Zhou Size laughed and his handsome face returned to its usual ruffian look.

Isn’t it just a woman?

Turn off the lights, no matter who you are looking for! Isn’t it her Fu Jiajia? No need to have it delivered to your door in the future!

He left his residence and as soon as he got to the car, his cell phone rang.

It was a text message from the person in charge of Shengshi.

[Mr. Zhou, this is Fu Jiajia’s home address and her information. I have sent it to you. 】

Zhou Size only glanced at it without clicking it. He threw the phone onto the passenger seat and stepped on the accelerator!

There is always no distinction between day and night in the Meiye Bar.

Zhou Size is a frequent visitor here. He hangs out here all year round and knows everyone from the boss to the bartender.

"Hey, Mr. Zhou! You came here very quickly." Wen Xuanhang is one of Zhou Size's friends. His family situation is also good. There is a shopping mall in Beizhen City, and he is considered a second-generation rich man.

As soon as he saw him coming, Wen Xuanhang stood up to greet him.

Zhou Size smiled nonchalantly, ordered a drink from the bartender, and found a booth to sit down.

"What's going on? There's a wound on my head! It couldn't have been scratched by some woman, right?"

Wen Xuanhang pointed at the gauze on his head and joked.

"Don't mention this, just drink." Zhou Size touched his right cheek with the tip of his tongue, and glanced at the men and women dancing on the dance floor, "I haven't been here for a while, there are a lot of new faces."

"Just wait, I'll ask them to come over and identify Mr. Zhou!"

Wen Xuanhang raised his eyebrows and stood up directly.

I don’t know what he said, but when he came back, he was followed by five or six beauties, all with hot figures and curvy figures.

"Hello, call me Mr. Zhou!"

"Hello, Mr. Zhou!" When the women saw Zhou Size, their eyes seemed to light up!

It's rare to see such a handsome and wealthy man in a bar.

Zhou Size glanced at the wine on the table, leaned lazily on the sofa, and smiled carelessly, "Whoever drinks the most tonight, I will take him away."

When Wen Xuanhang heard this, he became excited, "What are you still standing there for? Didn't you hear what Mr. Zhou said? Drink!"

The women all sat over and laughed together, scrambling for the first place, for fear that they would not be chosen.

In the past, Zhou Size's favorite thing was to watch them fight for wine, each of them trying their best to show off, and the one who pretended to be innocent said he didn't know how to drink, but in the end he wanted to put his whole body up to show off her proud figure to him.

"How's it going?" Wen Xuanhang patted him on the shoulder, "Not bad, right? These are all college students nearby. You can take any of them with you in a while. I've already opened a room for you."

After saying that, he stuffed a card into Zhou Size's shirt pocket.

"Fuck." Zhou Size scolded him with a smile and used one hand to light a cigarette, "You are still sensible!"

"Of course, brothers must be sensible! Is there anyone you like?"

Zhou Size glanced at it and finally pointed at a girl in white clothes sitting on the edge of the sofa, "Just her."