A Yellow Rose 4

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In the bar full of lights and wine, Ye Linfeng was drinking alone in a booth.

Several days had passed since the last time he went to see Yu Jingli, but the other party had not given him a reply. Ye Linfeng knew that this cooperation was definitely a failure.

But he definitely wouldn't believe that the failure of the cooperation with Yu Jingli was not caused by Lin Zhuo's intervention.

Thinking of this, Ye Linfeng slammed the cup on the table, blushing and clenching his teeth: Nothing good has happened since I met Lin Zhuo! I will never let you go!

In addition to this, he also went to meet Xu Yan today.

Xu Yan told Ye Linfeng that he could help, but the prerequisite was that Ye Linfeng had to agree to one of his conditions.

Xu Yan hopes that Ye Linfeng can be his bed partner and be available at any time.

Ye Linfeng understood what Xu Yan meant. He was just planning to support him in disguise.

This is different from what he thought!

Ye Linfeng originally wanted to first get to know Xu Yan, cultivate feelings for each other imperceptibly, and then open up to each other, so that the two of them would eventually become an inseparable whole.

It should have been a good start. He could feel that Xu Yan already had a good impression of him, but how could this happen!

He didn't go to such great lengths to become Xu Yan's lover!

Ye Linfeng couldn't help but drink another glass of wine. If it weren't for his father, he should still be working well at Xu's, slowly developing feelings with Xu Yan, instead of sitting here alone drinking in a depressed mood.

What a waste! You can't help but just make trouble!

Ye Linfeng couldn't help but curse. His father was clearly about to ruin his job, but he just downplayed it and even hung up the phone as if he didn't care about him at all.

Ye Linfeng raised his head and drank another glass of wine.

After drinking, he leaned on the sofa and covered his eyes with his arms: What should I do now?

"Hey? Isn't this Mr. Ye?"

Suddenly, Ye Linfeng heard a vulgar voice, and the other party seemed to be calling him.

Ye Linfeng moved his arm away, looked at the person who came, and then his scalp went numb.

"What? Have you forgotten your old classmates after you became rich?" The man sat next to Ye Linfeng in a familiar manner and poured himself a glass of wine.

He picked up the glass, looked carefully at the liquid in the glass, which looked particularly bright under the lights of the bar, and drank it all in one gulp with great satisfaction.

"Wow, it tastes really good!" the man exclaimed, and put his arm around Ye Linfeng's shoulders. He raised his finger with the hand holding the wine glass and lifted Ye Linfeng's chin: "Why don't you say anything, Mr. Ye?"

Ye Linfeng clutched his suit trousers with both hands, turned his head away and said nothing.

Why is he here?!

The cold feeling rushed from the soles of Ye Linfeng's feet straight into his brain, sobering him up from his drunkenness.

"Hu Han, why are you here?" Ye Linfeng asked, slapping his hand away.

Hu Han didn't care. He stretched out his arms and leaned on the sofa, his words full of mockery: "You have become rich and forgotten your old friends. It seems that you have forgotten the days when we dominated the campus together?"

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