Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

Sitting next to Song Xijin was Tan Yao, the cousin of Tan Yanshan, the heir of the Tan family.

A notorious playboy in Beijing's elite social circle.

He has a foul mouth and is a jerk, but he and Song Xijin grew up together and have a very close relationship.

Tan Yao was the first to see Lu Yu, and raised the hand holding the wine glass towards Lu Yu.

Water droplets dripped down the rim of the cup.

His voice was filled with undisguised mockery: "Xi Jin, your little boyfriend who's been scheming to climb the social ladder by relying on you."

He took a sip of his drink and continued slowly:

"I heard he took several days off. Did he find out you were coming tonight and come to work again?"

As soon as he said this, several people in the booth looked at Lu Yu with different expressions.

Most of them were just curious to see what would happen.

Of course, there were also those who were dismissive.

One or two other people glanced at him, their eyes harboring a hint of ulterior motives.

This kind of scrutiny was familiar to Lu Yu.

He's been in the entertainment industry for over a decade, and that sizing-up look in his eyes is still as annoying as ever.

Song Xijin glanced at Lu Yu indifferently.

Their eyes met briefly from a distance of a few steps apart.

Song Xijin looked away and swirled the spherical ice cubes in her glass.

He leaned back on the sofa, relaxed, and spoke casually:

"We're about to break up."

He has been ignoring Lu Yu for half a month.

When Song Xijin said this, her lips were cold and devoid of any emotion.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu paused for a moment.

Song Xijin didn't try to avoid him.

They probably didn't care whether he could hear them or not, or maybe they deliberately let him hear them.

It didn't matter to him which one it was.

"Can you even get rid of them? Those kinds of people are like leeches, sticking to you like glue."

Song Xijin's other friend, Feng Zhounan, joked, and then laughed himself.

Tan Yao chimed in, his tone still laced with sarcasm: "Give him some money, isn't that what he's after?"

That's a blunt and unpleasant way to put it.

The young men and women in the booths were all laughing along, and no one spoke up for Lu Yu.

In these people's eyes, Lu Yu was just a plaything around Song Xijin.

Play with it when you like, and throw it away when you don't.

Who cares about the feelings of a thing?

Song Xijin neither laughed nor refuted.

He simply took another sip of wine, his expression indifferent, as if he had tacitly agreed with Tan Yao's words.

In fact, Song Xijin had already investigated Lu Yu.

When they first got together, he had someone thoroughly investigate Lu Yu's background.

Lu Yu's seriously ill mother is lying in a hospital in her hometown, and the surgery alone will cost hundreds of thousands of yuan.

Why was Lu Yu trying so hard to get closer to him?

It's nothing more than his money.

If Lu Yu really sold himself out for his mother's surgery fees, Song Xijin might think more highly of him.

Unfortunately not.

This person is simply driven by vanity.

She used all the money she got from him to buy herself decorations.

Song Xijin didn't care about any of that.

Given his background, he has never lacked people who wanted his money or his family connections from childhood to adulthood.

One more Lu Yu makes no difference, and one less makes no difference either.

He was attracted to Lu Yu's face at the time.

Standing at 1.87 meters tall, she is strikingly beautiful at first glance, and the more you look at her, the more attractive she becomes.

They are still young.

It's impressive to take out, and it's pleasing to the eye to keep by your side.

As long as it's not too excessive, I'll give you whatever you want.

It's not like Song Xijin can't afford to give it to him.

But after six months, I've gotten used to even the most stunning faces.

Lu Yu's shallowness and greed were becoming increasingly difficult to conceal.

Especially in the last two months.

Lu Yu probably felt that she had completely latched onto him as a powerful patron, and began to reveal her true colors.

He asks for money and gifts every few days.

His face was practically overflowing with utilitarianism and calculation.

Song Xijin was too lazy to deal with it.

Just then, Lu Yu's mother was seriously ill and on the verge of collapse, and he figured Lu Yu would definitely ask him for money.

Song Xijin planned to take this opportunity to break up with him and give him some money to get rid of him.

That's respectable enough.

"Alright, alright," Song Xijin said indifferently as Lu Yu approached, "say less."

Tan Yao shrugged, unconcerned.

Lu Yu carried the tray to the booth.

The lights were dim and flickering just now, and only when he got closer could he truly see Song Xijin's face.

This person's features were extremely delicate.

With a straight nose and light-colored, slightly fleshy lips, she has a lip shape that is perfect for kissing.

Unfortunately, his temperament was too cold, and this refinement became aloofness that kept people at a distance.

It makes people hesitant to approach.

Song Xijin sat there with her eyes half-closed, like a cold and noble jade bodhisattva.

Lu Yu mentally compared the original owner's memories with the real person in front of him.

Even though he had been in the entertainment industry for over ten years and had seen countless beautiful faces.

I was quite amazed just now.

Lu Yu placed the tray on the table and bent down to take the bottles of wine out one by one.

The white shirt tightened due to this movement, outlining the firm muscle lines of his back.

Her waist was tight, the hem of her shirt was tucked into her black trousers, and her legs were slightly apart when she stood.

For the people sitting around, those legs, casually stretched out, looked ridiculously long.

More than one person in the booth had their eyes on Lu Yu.

Tan Yao held his wine glass and glanced at Lu Yu's waistline.

Then, without making a sound, they moved away.

Feng Zhounan was quite open-minded, watching the scene casually and even whistling.

Song Xijin gripped the wine glass in her hand tightly.

Some hands are cold.

Lu Yu's figure and looks are dazzling no matter how many times you look at her.

It was just an ordinary white shirt, but on him, because of his exceptionally good physique, it exuded a restrained yet sexy charm.

One button was undone at the collar of the shirt, revealing a small patch of pale chest.

He had a long neck and a slightly protruding Adam's apple.

Lu Yu had striking eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge, and a small mole on the tip of his nose that was particularly noticeable.

The lips are well-shaped and have a rosy color, and the jawline is sharp and perfect.

No matter what aesthetic standard you use to appreciate it, it's stunning at first glance.

But tonight, he exuded an unusually quiet and composed aura.

The combination of these two contradictory qualities makes it even more captivating.

Why does Lu Yu look even more beautiful now that I haven't seen her for half a month?

Pity.

Song Xijin looked away, her fingers unconsciously rubbing against the cup.

"Isn't this Xi Jin's boyfriend?" Feng Zhounan spoke first, his voice clearly teasing.

After he finished speaking, he moved to the side, patted the empty seat next to Song Xijin, and winked at Lu Yu.

"Come on, sit down and have a couple of drinks."

The spot he vacated was right next to Song Xijin's right.

"it is good."

Lu Yu did not refuse.

He is still Song Xijin's boyfriend.

They haven't broken up yet.

After putting the last bottle of wine away, Lu Yu straightened up, naturally walked around the corner of the table, and sat down to Song Xijin's right.

When she sat down, her shirt was pulled up slightly, revealing a small section of her firm waistline.

It was quickly covered by the cloth.

Song Xijin glanced at the beautiful scenery and turned her face away uncomfortably.

They didn't let Lu Yu leave either.

The other people in the booth exchanged a knowing glance.

In the past, they wouldn't have dared to tease Lu Yu to his face in such situations.

After all, back then, Song Xijin still cherished it.

No matter what, he's Song Xijin's man; you have to consider the owner before you beat a dog.

Besides, she's a stunningly beautiful woman.