145: Tang Xiaorou is really good.

In the elevator, Pan Shiting wrapped her arms around Wu Fan's neck. "Who was that old man? His gaze was so lecherous."

Wu Fan teased, "What? Want to go sit with him?"

Pan Shiting slapped his chest. "What are you thinking? My taste isn't that heavy. You wouldn't be interested in the woman next to the old man, would you? A baby face, looking quite plump."

Wu Fan hugged her tighter. "Not interested in her. If I could get a pair of twins to sing love songs with me, then I might consider it."

Pan Shiting said, "..."

Wu Fan pinched her. "..."

Pan Shiting smiled sweetly. "Next time, bring..."

"Ding..."

The elevator doors opened.

After entering the room, Wu Fan immediately picked her up vertically. "Whether I bring you next time depends on your performance now."

Pan Shiting said, "..."

...At One Foot Sea Bar.

Tang Xiaorou was performing diligently on stage, singing and playing.

Every time she pressed a key, a nearly satisfied and adorable expression would appear on her face.

This was precisely the key point that attracted the men below the stage.

Watching her performance was simply a visual feast and spiritual solace.

There was a strange sense of pleasure.

Unconsciously, they were deeply attracted and couldn't take their eyes off her.

Now, many more girls were coming to the bar.

Tang Xiaorou's temperament and charm had magic not only for men but also for women.

This showed how unique she was.

Fei Wei looked at the packed crowd below the stage and happily said, "Grass Chicken, I never thought that one Tang Xiaorou would completely make the bar popular."

Grass Chicken exhaled a puff of smoke. "Yes, Tang Xiaorou appeals to both men and women. With her here, business is especially stable."

Fei Wei lit a cigarette for himself. "That kid Wu Fan, I don't know what he's doing. He only comes once in a while. He must have a new lover."

Grass Chicken said with a smile, "..."

Fei Wei laughed heartily. "I don't think he'll ever be 'unable,' unless he's dead."

Grass Chicken laughed loudly. "You hit the nail on the head. A man is a youth until he dies."

Fei Wei took out his phone. "I'll call Wu Fan."

Grass Chicken nodded and pricked up his ears to listen.

"Wu Fan, are you sleeping with that woman again?" Fei Wei went straight to the point.

This time, he had actually hit the mark with his casual remark.

Wu Fan glanced at Pan Shiting, a smile playing on his lips.

He was fine, after all, he had taken an advanced physique enhancement pill. But Pan Shiting was already exhausted and was sleeping soundly in Wu Fan's arms.

Wu Fan gently stroked Pan Shiting's fair and smooth back and slowly said, "Brother, is the bar that empty? You're calling me during business hours?"

Fei Wei chuckled. "I missed you, you know. Be honest, are you holding a woman?"

Wu Fan looked down at her beautiful back. "Why? Are you also checking up on me? Hurry up, what's the matter?"

Fei Wei said, "Can't I call if there's nothing wrong? You prioritize women over friends too much. You forget your brothers when you have a woman."

Wu Fan was speechless and changed the subject, asking, "How's Tang Xiaorou? Is she in a better mood these past few days?"

Fei Wei chuckled. "After you comforted her last time, her whole state immediately returned. The amplitude of her movements while playing the piano even increased."

Wu Fan couldn't help but laugh heartily. "Fei Wei, your mouth has learned to flatter too, huh?"

"By the way, after the bar closes these past few days, Grass Chicken has been sending Tang Xiaorou back to the hotel, right?"

Ever since Meng Haitao intercepted her on the road last time, Wu Fan was quite worried about Tang Xiaorou going back.

If he had time, he would usually send her himself.

Later, when Bai Yan appeared, he was often busy, so he entrusted her to Grass Chicken.

After all, Grass Chicken wasn't interested in women, so it was safest for him to send her.

Grass Chicken chimed in loudly from the side, "I must send her every day. Tang Xiaorou is our bar's cash cow, so we have to protect her. Besides, Brother Fan ordered it, so how dare I not do my best?"

Wu Fan played with Pan Shiting's hair. "Grass Chicken, next time I'll treat you to a big meal."

But Grass Chicken said, "Why don't you come to the bar and work for me for a few days? I want to go to Beijing to find Shan Xiaojie."

Wu Fan was stunned for a moment. "Me? What are you talking about? Call him to come over here!"

Grass Chicken sighed. "He's busy with work over there too. Just tell me, are you coming to the bar to help for a few days?"

Wu Fan thought for a moment. "Alright, alright, alright. How many days are you going for?"

Grass Chicken paused. "At least a week is necessary, don't you think?"

Wu Fan reluctantly said, "Okay, okay. Let me know in advance when you're going."

Grass Chicken was very happy. "It's a deal then."

Wu Fan said, "Alright, if there's nothing else, I'm hanging up, okay?"

"Okay, bye bye."

Grass Chicken returned the phone to Fei Wei, his eyes shining with excitement.

Fei Wei reminded him, "Grass Chicken, I don't think that Shan Xiaojie is a good person. When he comes here, it's nothing more than to play on the island for a few days. You're going all the way to Beijing, so be careful. Watch out for being sold to Thailand."

Grass Chicken said indifferently, "You're talking nonsense again, like a fairy tale."

Fei Wei took a deep drag on his cigarette and said no more.

Wu Fan checked the time. Bai Yan's evening study session was almost over.

He gently pushed Pan Shiting away, preparing to get up.

Pan Shiting, however, was perceptive. "Wu Fan, are you leaving?"

She rolled over and tightly hugged Wu Fan's waist, resting her head on his eight-pack abs.

Wu Fan stroked her pretty face. "Mm, you sleep, be good."

Pan Shiting looked up. "Give me a kiss."

Wu Fan got out of bed first, leaned down and kissed her, then turned and left the room...At this moment, in a small corner of One Foot Sea Bar, Meng Haitao, Green Hair, and Yellow Hair, all wearing sunglasses and baseball caps, were staring at Tang Xiaorou with lecherous eyes.

They drank their wine and whispered to each other, occasionally letting out lewd laughter.

They had made detailed plans, and everything was ready, just waiting for Tang Xiaorou to get off work.

Green Hair whispered, "Brother Meng, is your boat ready?"

Meng Haitao glared at him. "Nonsense, do you need to tell me that? You're sick."

Green Hair quickly smiled ingratiatingly. "Brother Meng, I was wrong. I'll drink a cup as punishment."

Yellow Hair leaned in and said, "Brother Meng, I've observed these past few days. At night, only Grass Chicken accompanies Tang Xiaorou. As long as Wu Fan doesn't appear, it'll be easy to make a move. But how should we deal with this Grass Chicken?"

Green Hair said viciously, "Just throw him into the sea. He's just a worthless life anyway."

Meng Haitao raised his hand and slapped him. "Idiot, do you think it's still fifteen years ago? Do you want to do it without anyone knowing? The First Secretary has just taken office, he's fair and just, and dedicated to the people. We can't mess around."

Green Hair smiled awkwardly, raised a glass of wine, and once again drank it all. "Brother Meng, I was wrong again."

Yellow Hair said, "Brother Meng, Grass Chicken is simple. Just put a bag over his head, tie him up, and leave him at the bar entrance. Don't worry about him."

Meng Haitao nodded, fixed his gaze on Tang Xiaorou, and swallowed hard...