C17 Snowfall Nightclub

The first time they crossed swords with Ye Zifeng, Jin Qiuming already left with his men behind him.

After Jin Qiuming and the group of baseball club members left, there was a commotion at the entrance of the piano's classroom.

Seemingly all of the spectators' gazes were fixated on Ye Zifeng and Ouyang Baanruo, especially the way they were looking at Ye Zifeng, as something was wrong.

Some people thought that Ye Zifeng was just a madman, to think that he actually didn't want the cheque worth two million, and burnt it on the spot. There were also people who were moved by Ye Zifeng's courage and showed their admiration towards him.

After Jin Qiuming left, Ye Zifeng once again returned to his laughing and cursing expression.

Throwing away the cigarette in his hand, Ye Zifeng smiled shamelessly, moving closer to Ouyang Baanruo. "My wife, how was my performance just now?

As he spoke, Ye Zifeng subconsciously reached out and held onto Ouyang Baanruo's slender waist.

Ouyang Baanruo had long experienced Ye Zifeng's shamelessness.

Her beautiful eyes turned back, and Ouyang Baanruo gouged out Ye Zifeng's eyes: "So handsome that I didn't see it, the only thing I can say is that it's so-so, less than satisfactory …"

The current Ouyang Baanruo was a little proud in the depths of her heart. After all, a man didn't hesitate to burn a cheque worth two million yuan for himself.

Ye Zifeng giggled, seeing that Ouyang Baanruo was not angry about him grabbing onto her waist, she could not help but take a step forward.

"Wife, then shouldn't you give me a small reward? This way, I'll be more motivated!"

As he spoke, Ye Zifeng moved his face closer to Ouyang Baanruo in front of so many people, then pointed at his own face with malicious intent, indicating that Ouyang Baanruo should kiss him.

The bystanders who did not know the truth followed his example, clapping their hands and saying, "Kiss one, kiss one, kiss one …"

Instantly, the Snow Goddess Ouyang Baanruo's face flushed red as she glared at Ye Zifeng hatefully, "You gave me …"

However, Ouyang Baanruo did not say the word "scram", she only felt her beautiful face go slightly numb. When she turned around again, Ye Zifeng, this shameless guy, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Ouyang Baanruo was stunned.

"Wife, since you won't kiss me, then let me kiss you!"

Ouyang Baanruo's face instantly darkened, the happiness that she had a moment ago vanished like smoke into thin air, and she stared at Ye Zifeng, filled with anger.

This was already the fourth time Ouyang Baanruo had been hit by it today.

Seeing that Ouyang Baanruo was already at the edge of anger, and was ready to attack at any moment, Ye Zifeng immediately ran far away.

Ouyang Baanruo could only stomp her feet and scold: "Ye Zifeng, you bastard, you stop right there!"

Ouyang Baanruo's expression looked angry, but in the eyes of the onlookers, it was as if she was acting coquettishly towards her lover. It was called cute.

However, obviously would not go back to receive Ouyang Baanruo's wrath at this time.

From afar, he heard Ye Zifeng shouting, "Wife, I remember now. I still have some things to take care of, so I'll be leaving first. I might be a bit late tonight, so you don't have to wait for me to eat! "

After saying that, Ye Zifeng suddenly thought of something, and continued, "Oh, right, my wife, if you're hungry, there's bread in the fridge. You can use it first, I'll feed you later when I get back later!"

With that, Ye Zifeng ran off without even turning his head.

And when Ye Zifeng was about to leave, his words kept on reverberating in the crowd, immediately causing the entire crowd to explode.

I'll go back later, and I'll give it to you later. This is like a double entendre, revealing many different meanings." 's words had a profound meaning. Not only did this mean that Ye Zifeng and the Goddess Ouyang Baanruo had already cohabiting, it also meant that they had stepped onto a deeper level.

Sensing the crowd's pointing and malicious smiles, Ouyang Baanruo was both embarrassed and angry.

With a heavy stomp, Ouyang Baanruo was no longer able to stand. Furthermore, she was even thinking ruthlessly in her heart: Dammit, Ye Zifeng you bastard, if you have the guts, don't go back tonight.

As for Ye Zifeng, he ran away from Zhong Hai Art School. It wasn't that Ye Zifeng was afraid of Ouyang Baanruo, but that he had other things to do at the moment.

Standing at the school gate, Ye Zifeng hailed a taxi: "Go to Snowfall Nightclub!"

Sitting in the taxi, Ye Zifeng's gaze was sharp as lightning, his face deep.

Snowfall Nightclub was one of Zhong Hai's most famous nightclubs. His fame did not only lie in the numerous beauties in the nightclub, but also in his powerful background that no one dared to provoke.

Night had fallen in the Zhonghai, and both the white-collar workers and the young men and women who were used to going out at night had begun to be active on this stage.

At this moment, the Snowfall Nightclub's lights were dim, the multi-colored laser lights constantly flickered, and when paired with the earsplitting, heavy metal instruments, it was possible for them to arouse the excitement of others without reason.

On the stage, within the booths, it was currently filled with people. There were even quite a few young bodies wildly dancing on the stage, venting out.

Sitting quietly at a corner of the nightclub, Ye Zifeng's broken bangs covered his forehead, he looked extremely calm and collected, with one hand, he opened the beer on the table and took a gulp, while Ye Zifeng's entire being seemed to be immersed in his memories.

After an unknown amount of time, he narrowed his eyes and chuckled. He looked around and said, "Nothing has changed. It has been three years, and nothing here seems to have changed!"

Unknowingly, a figure appeared in Ye Zifeng's mind. It was a woman who could be called a peerless beauty.

"Handsome, do you want to drink alone? Do you need someone to keep you company? "

An enchanting voice interrupted Ye Zifeng's thoughts. Ye Zifeng raised his head, and saw a young lady dressed in revealing clothes sitting on the armrest of his seat, holding a cocktail, she smiled at him.

The girl was only in her early twenties, but her makeup was extremely seductive, and her seductive eyes seemed to be filled with fanaticism.

Ye Zifeng had already gotten used to this kind of thing happening in bars.

Swallowing his beer, Ye Zifeng squinted his eyes and rejected: "No need, I am here to enjoy the loneliness. Beauty, thank you for your good will! "

The girl was stunned. She didn't expect that she would fail in trying to strike up a conversation. In the end, he could only mutter to himself as he left this uninteresting man before looking for his next target.

It was at this moment that the lights in the lobby of the nightclub suddenly dimmed. The originally irritable heavy metal music suddenly stopped.

Just when all the colored laser lights were extinguished at the same time, a wisp of soft light hit the center of the dance floor. Immediately after, Ye Zifeng heard a Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. The melody was melodious and refreshing.

"I didn't expect that even after three years, she still likes this song!"

Ye Zifeng's gaze moved closer and closer to the center of the dance floor. He looked at the girl sitting in the center of the stage who was playing the piano leisurely and gently.