The night is desolate, the breeze is refreshing, and the neon lights make the night more charming Wen Xueying staggered out of the high-end Western restaurant again. Looking at the fat middle-aged man beside her, she forced herself to feel disgusted. While avoiding his savage hands, she also showed her standardized smile. Miss Wen, I think you are drunk too, why don't I give it to you? As she said that, the middle-aged man greeted him casually, and a car parked steadily in front of them.