Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Feng He rolled over on the bed with her feet hanging in the air.

Looks quite excited.

Haha, this is such a great opportunity.

Li Zhoumu quickly replied to Feng He.

The time is set at six o'clock tomorrow night, and the box number is 0305.

Feng He was stunned. The private room they often went to play in before was actually the one on the first floor.

This club is divided into two types: luxury and ordinary.

Those above the third floor are more luxurious.

The next afternoon, Fenghe arrived at the place on time.

He walked into 0305. It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous. His heart was still pounding.

Feng He knocked on the door first.

The long, graceful fingers curled up, and the nervousness was obvious.

There were several noisy voices coming from inside: "Come in."

"Almost everyone is here."

"Probably the waiter."

"I guess so."

Feng He took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked in.

The people he saw were mostly familiar faces to Feng He, including his college classmates and those who later followed Lu Jinyuan to start a business.

The person he didn't know should be the one who later came into contact with Lu Jinyuan.

Feng He walked over step by step. He looked as steady as an old dog, but he was actually very nervous.

My heart is beating so fast.

The people inside originally thought it was the waiter, but it turned out that it was not.

But...it’s...it’s Feng He.

The people present fell silent almost instantly. The sound of their breathing was clearly audible.

Feng He silently said in her heart: "Don't look at me, don't look at me."

He glanced and saw an empty seat, so he immediately wanted to go and sit there.

However, there was suddenly a butt in the position where there was no one just now.

Feng He's eyelids twitched and she looked up, somewhat confused.

It’s Li Zhoumu.

Perhaps the puzzled look on Feng He's face was too obvious, Li Zhoumu smiled and said apologetically: "This seat is mine, I accidentally left for a while just now."

Feng He nodded and prepared to find another seat. However, the seats in the box were very limited and there was no room left.

The sofa was almost full.

In fact, there was still a single sofa left that was not occupied. Feng He breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to sit down.

However, someone said, "Um...you should change your seat. That's Brother Lu's seat. He's not here yet, but he will be here soon."

Brother Lu, Lu Jinyuan.

Feng He quietly stepped back. He stood aside in a somewhat awkward manner, the embarrassment emanating from him as if it were real.

It’s because standing aside is too conspicuous.

Moreover, the lighting in the box was not dim, but bright.

The wind and lotus are even more exposed.

Someone broke the silence first and asked curiously, "Who is he? Why haven't I seen him before?"

After saying this, he silently added in his heart: If this wasn’t a formal club, I would have thought she was some top star…

This long... is really exciting.

Those who knew the situation smiled meaningfully, their smiles were filled with sarcasm and disgust, and of course... there was also something indescribable, which kept directing their gazes to Feng He, never leaving for a moment.

This makes those who are not in the know even more curious.

Feng He pinched the hem of her shirt with her fingers, tried to put on a smile, and said, "We are all old classmates. Li Zhoumu invited me here."

Feng He looked at Li Zhoumu, with hope in her eyes, as if she hoped Li Zhoumu would say something to him to relieve his current embarrassment.

Li Zhoumu was a little stunned by his gaze, and the expression on his face became strange.

He had heard that Feng He had returned to China, and wanted to capture Feng He and bring her over to apologize to Brother Lu in person. However, after he told Brother Lu about this, Brother Lu gave him a cold look and told him not to do it.

So he gave up. Although he sent the box number, he never thought Feng He would really come.

He felt that Feng He would not want to have anything to do with them anymore.

But unexpectedly, he came.

And they arrived on time.

Feng He was just about to ask where he was sitting.

As a result, as soon as the door of the box opened, the attention inside was instantly attracted.

Fenghe is no exception.

Then he met Lu Jinyuan, who was wearing black casual clothes.

When Lu Jinyuan came, there was still a smile on his lips. He was probably happy to relax with friends on a weekday.

However, when he saw Feng He standing blankly in the box, the smile on his face disappeared, leaving only a cold and expressionless look.

Feng He's heart trembled.

Lu Jinyuan looked at Li Zhoumu fiercely, the blame in his eyes was self-evident.

Li Zhoumu had an expression of indescribable pain on his face.

The way he looked at Feng He changed again and again.

Feng He secretly pinched his own flesh with his fingernails. He smiled as if nothing had happened and greeted Lu Jinyuan: "Jinyuan, long time no see."

Lu Jinyuan's eyes never fell on him for a moment, and naturally he did not respond to his greeting.

Feng He's face was almost frozen from laughing at himself.

Lu Jinyuan walked quickly into the box and sat down in his seat.

He said to his friend, "It's time to have some fun."

Then, she cast a little glance at Feng He and said to him sternly, "Go away. You are not welcome here."

Feng He: “…” How could he say this?

"Jinyuan, who is he?"

A clear and pleasant voice came over, and Feng He realized that there was a young man with a beautiful face beside Lu Jinyuan.

He was looking at Feng He with curious eyes, and the inquiry in them was evident.

Lu Jinyuan obviously didn't want to answer such a question and didn't say anything.

Instead, his eyes urged Feng He to leave quickly.

Feng He took a deep breath, walked to Lu Jinyuan's side, and said something extremely suicidal: "I haven't been back for such a long time, don't you miss me at all? I miss you a lot..."

As soon as Feng Hedian finished speaking, there was silence. The whole audience was extremely silent.

The muscles around the eyes and mouths of the few people who knew the inside story were trembling slightly.

An expression that asked how could he be so shameless.

Feng He didn't know how many layers of white powder the system had added to his face in order to prevent his expression of shame and anger from showing.

Lu Jinyuan was obviously also stunned by Feng He.

The corner of his mouth twitched and he wanted to speak.

Li Zhoumu spoke first, and he seemed to be extremely disgusted by Feng He.

"Feng He, you know right? I didn't invite you here to reminisce about the past, but to apologize to Brother Lu. What's the point of you saying this now?"

Feng He lowered her eyes when she heard this, and the expression on her face could not be seen clearly.

All one could feel was his thin figure, his eyes lowered and his silence, which made people feel an endless stream of pity for him.

Feng He trembled for a while before saying, "I'm sorry..."

And then... then nothing happened.

Li Zhoumu's expression eased a little but then he became speechless again.

"How precious is your 'I'm sorry'? A dry 'I'm sorry' is of no use!"

Feng He raised her eyes and looked at Lu Jinyuan. There were tiny specks of light on his thick eyelashes.