The bar was bustling with people, the box door was open, and from their position along the corridor, they had a panoramic view of the first floor.

Xu Zezhan and Gu Bai also looked over following Shen Guannan's voice. Not far away, a white figure shuttled through the crowd, bending down to serve wine to one of the tables of guests.

With long hair shawl and a slender figure, she looks exactly like Song Qingyou from the back.

The only difference is that Song Qingyou will never appear here, nor will she pour wine for the guests.

The two of them suddenly felt shocked and subconsciously observed Fu Wenzhou's reaction.

The man leaned back on the chair, tilted his chin slightly, and tapped the ashes with his right index finger. The fine white smoke slowly overflowed from his thin lips, and his eyes were filled with frivolous laziness and impatience.

"What?"

He glanced casually at the position indicated by Shen Guannan, then lowered his head to look at his phone, tapping on the WeChat page with his fingertips.

Fu Wenzhou: I'm drinking with Gu Bai and the others. I don't want to go home tonight, so you should go to bed first.

Fu Wenzhou: It’s very noisy at night, so don’t call me.

Fu Wenzhou:?

Fu Wenzhou: Reply!

Fu Wenzhou:......

Fu Wenzhou: Gu Bai just took his cell phone away. He didn’t mean not to answer the phone...

Fu Wenzhou's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he was immersed in the annoyance of why Song Qingyou hadn't replied to the message. Leng Buding had his arm turned, and he raised his head impatiently: "If you fart, just let it go."

Xu Zezhan pointed out clearly this time: "There, can't you see it?"

Shen Guannan suddenly wanted to tease him, and the corner of his mouth raised a malicious arc: "Deck No. 8, that person looks like your Song Qingyou, see if it's her."

When he heard the words "Song Qingyou", Fu Wenzhou's back stiffened for a moment. He looked in the direction Xu Zezhan pointed. After two careful searches to no avail, his expression turned cold: "Where is Song Qingyou? Are you finished? Leave me alone." Is it done?"

He took a puff of the cigarette and looked down at his phone again. The WeChat interface was still stuck on the series of messages he had sent. There was silence and no response from the other side.

Fu Wenzhou became even more agitated.

Xu Zezhan and Shen Guannan looked at each other and pointed out directly: "The one in booth No. 8 is wearing a white dress."

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyelids, his eyes rested on the girl in white next to booth No. 8 in the northwest for a second, and then sneered: "You should go get your eyes treated."

Shen Guannan: "..."

Xu Zezhan: "..."

Gu Bai: "..."

Shen Guannan refused to give up: "No, if you look carefully at the back, doesn't it look like a girl like the Song family?"

He has seen countless people, and it is impossible to make a mistake. He, Xu Zezhan, Gu Bai and others all think they are similar, which at least means that this person is 70% similar.

When he was here during the New Year's Eve last night, he thought he really met Song Qingyou himself, but everyone knew in their hearts that Song Qingyou would not appear here.

That's why he sent Xu Zezhan a photo to confirm. Xu Zezhan said that Song Qingyou was with them, and then he realized that he had mistakenly identified the person.

We met again tonight and wanted Fu Wenzhou to see that there were two such similar people in the world, but they asked them to have their eyes treated.

Shen Guannan made sure that there was nothing wrong with his eyes.

Seeing that Fu Wenzhou was too lazy to pay attention to him, he winked at Xu Zezhan. Xu Zezhan nodded and made a phone call: "Bring in the girl in booth No. 8."

Fu Wenzhou fiddled with his cell phone, raised his eyes when he heard this, and snorted: "It's so boring."

Gu Bai said hey, "I also think they are quite similar. The back is exactly the same as Song Qingyou's, and I don't know if the face looks similar."

In fact, they are quite curious.

At a quick glance, I didn't see the front face, probably just the back.

However, when the manager brought the person in, Gu Bai was immediately confused.

How can there be two people in the world who look so similar?

I'm afraid this isn't Song Qingyou's sister who lives abroad!

Also shocked were Xu Zezhan and Shen Guannan.

The girl stood timidly at the door, with a fair and delicate appearance. She kept lowering her head and fidgeting with her fingers, looking very uneasy.

She was wearing a white dress, clean and pure, and she really looked a bit like Song Qingyou when she was eighteen.

Due to her health, Song Qingyou has not been exposed to the sun all year round. Her skin is as white as snow, and her temperament is frail and attractive. However, she has an innate pride in her bones, as cold as the bright moon.

The person in front of me is as soft and frail as a real dodder flower, which can arouse men's protective desire. No wonder so many people stared at her downstairs just now.

Gu Bai recovered from his surprise and asked, "What's your name?"

The girl lowered her head and said timidly: "Xu Qingran."

"How old are you?"

"...Eighteen."

Gu Bai: "Still in school?"

Xu Qingran was stunned for a moment and nodded slightly.

What makes the night different from other bars is that all the waiters are uniformly dressed, with girls wearing white dresses and boys wearing black uniforms and suits.

Because those who serve in the night are all powerful people, the appearance and academic qualifications of the waiters are also very high. Correspondingly, the salary is naturally high, and the management is strict, and there will be no black trade.

Therefore, many college students come here to work part-time.

Gu Bai turned to see Fu Wenzhou's reaction. He was smoking a cigarette and looking at his cell phone.

He was speechless for a moment, raised his foot and kicked him: "This face must be 60 or 70% similar."

Xu Zezhan was stunned for a moment, "It does look like it."

Shen Guannan: "The facial features are indeed similar."

Fu Wenzhou was finally willing to raise his eyes, his eyes passed over Xu Qingran's face coldly, and then he sneered coldly: "How fucking similar."

Shen Guannan: "?"

Xu Zezhan: "?"

Gu Bai: "?"

Doesn’t this look like it?

Fu Wenzhou held half of the cigarette between his fingers. The sporadic firelight was inconspicuous in the darkness, burning quietly. After taking a deep breath, he slowly exhaled with no fluctuations in his tone: "My Youyou is unique, please don't let everyone go to her."

pull."

Fu Wenzhou frowned impatiently. He said this because he felt it didn't look like it.

Xu Zezhan was speechless.

Sure enough, he is a fucking love brain.

He was closest to the door and looked around Xu Qingran from top to bottom. At first glance, he looked very similar, but upon closer inspection, his facial features were similar but completely different. The key point was that the charm and temperament of the two people were completely opposite.

Song Qingyou's face is more like a splash-ink painting, cold and dusty, untainted by the world, and so beautiful that it makes people feel distant.

Xu Qingran looks like a rabbit, with a rounder face and even eyebrows, which is soft, waxy and cute.

Xu Zezhan looked at it for a long time and nodded: "It looks like it, but it doesn't look like it."

How should I put it? It's probably similar to two sisters with completely different personalities born from the same mother.

However, Song Qingyou's mother had passed away long ago, and she could not give birth to such a big child.
Chapter completed!