"You are beautiful!" The man who held the warm hand and slid onto the dance floor had a pair of big and generous hands, caressing the warm skin through the gauze skirt. She raised her big round eyes and stared at the man in front of her carefully.
This is an extremely beautiful mixed race. Wen Wen never knew that a man could be so beautiful. He has a pair of eyes with a purple and coquettish light. Even his hair is lavender, the color of violet, that kind of thrilling.
Beauty is like walking out of a painting, her warm eyes are frozen, almost falling into the depths of his eyes.
"We have met, don't you remember? Provence..." The beautiful man has a beautiful voice, like a clear oriole, not childish like a boy, nor mature like a man, he is like a luminous body
, slowly creating an intoxicating atmosphere.
Wen Xin tried hard to think of this overly beautiful face. If she had seen it, she would not forget it so quickly.
"My name is Zorro. Did he receive your call to heaven?" Zorro blinked his electrified eyes, and suddenly he remembered the lavender manor, and there seemed to be a pleasant voice speaking to her.
She thought about it behind her, but she didn't look back, and she didn't know who the man standing behind her was.
Zorro had a deep memory of this beautiful oriental woman. Unexpectedly, when his tour went to China, he would see her again.
Wen Xin seemed to have met a close friend, and the smile at the corner of her mouth gradually widened, "Yes, he will receive it!"
"My name is Wenxin!" Zorro had already held her hand, and his sexy thin lips pressed against the back of her smooth hand. He spoke fluent English, "It's a pleasure to meet you again, beautiful Miss Dongfang!
"
Behind the two of them, a line of sight as cold as an arrow was cast, and Wen Xin knew where it was coming from without even looking back.
Zorro is a pure Italian. He has lived in Rome since he was a child. Wenxin did not expect such a coincidence. During the four years she was with Ren, he was also kept captive by him in the Gude Castle with many years of history.
In that legendary city famous for its ancient architecture, Zorro is like a knight. Whether it is his words, deeds, or gorgeous appearance, it is not difficult to tell that he comes from a noble plutocratic family.
At the end of the banquet, Wen Xin danced several times. The seven-inch high heels under her feet made her body unable to support her body. Just as her body swayed slightly and staggered, Zorro beside her was quick-eyed and quick-handed.
He supported her, but the champagne in his hand poured all over Wen Xin's body.
"Sorry, sorry!" Zoro took a tissue and wiped it on Wen Xin's chest. At this moment, a group of well-trained men in black suddenly swarmed into the hall. When Wen Wen saw the stalwart figure walking in the front
, she quickly pushed Zoro away and stepped forward.
Renn took out a gun from his arms with great force, and the black hole was traced on the ceiling. The chandelier was smashed down with a bang, debris scattered everywhere, and the originally lively hall was full of fleeing figures.
However, when he pulled the trigger and fired the gun for the second time, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Mo Sijue, who was farthest away from him.
Ren's marksmanship was extremely accurate. Except for his men present, only Mu Qingkong knew about it. Her heart palpitated. When she saw that handsome face that she loved and hated again, she thought of his cruelty and stepped forward.
He came out and stood in front of Mo Sijue.
"Get out of the way!" Renn looked directly at the petite figure, exhaling a freezing breath from his thin lips.
"No!" Mu Qingkong's plain white face had a determined look on her face. Wen Xin never knew that women can be so beautiful when they are not afraid of death.
Ren's tall figure was already walking towards her like a gust of wind. Every time he got closer to her and their eyes met, the journey between them became shorter.
"Qingkong, if you dare to touch your man, there will be only one fate!" Ren's eyes were scarlet. She had known him for four years. Wen Xin knew that he was cold, but she had never seen Ren like this. When looking at a woman,
What was revealed in his eyes was extreme anger and madness.
Even if he just breaks into a public place openly and openly, does he really not care about anything for the sake of Qingkong?
"Have you forgotten? Four years ago, you personally gave me to another man!" A desperate smile appeared on Mu Qingkong's palm-sized face. That smile was just like the one when Wenxin insisted on leaving Mo Si.
Jue's sad smile contained no trace of nostalgia.
"So, I have killed him! Qingkong, I regret it..." Ren pulled the trigger with his finger, and the sparks of anger in his eyes were on the verge of breaking out.
He, Ren, had never done anything he regretted in his life, but for this woman, he felt an indelible regret in his heart.
"You can only be mine!" After he finished speaking, he didn't look at her. The moment he clasped his index finger, Wen Xin saw that Qingkong had opened his arms and reached in front of Mo Sijue.
There was deep hatred in his eyes, "Ren, if you dare to touch Sijue Mo, I will hate you for the rest of my life!"
Mo Sijue's face remained expressionless from beginning to end. If the bullet in Ren's gun really passed through his body, he would have been shot even with the cover of a clear sky. He believed that Ren had this ability, but
, he wouldn’t risk it with a clear sky.
That man, he loves the woman next to him!
Mo Sijue held Qingkong's waist tightly with one hand, and the two looked at each other intimately in a hugging posture. Wen Xin saw that Ren's eyes had reached the extreme level of anger.
"No, Renn!" When he picked up the gun again, there was no hesitation in his eyes. Wenxin also moved in front of Qingkong. Renn was a bloodthirsty man, and she could fully understand what this man was going to do next.
She did something, but she didn't want him to regret it.
It's his style to destroy what you don't get, but the relationship between him and Qingkong really can't suffer any more damage.
"Mo Sijue, let go!" Seeing that Ren had been shaken, Wenxin turned around quickly and looked at him pleadingly with big sad eyes, "Let go of Qingkong!"
What Ren cares about is just this man!
"What if I say I won't let go? Xin'er, are you concerned about me? Are you afraid that he will really shoot?" Mo Sijue calmly held Qingkong in his arms, but looked straight at Wenxin
.
Among the four of them, Ren was looking at Qingkong, Qingkong was looking at Mo Sijue, but Mo Sijue was looking at her...
"Mo Sijue, please stop making trouble. Don't be like this, okay?" Wen Wen felt powerless. Even though he knew that Mo Sijue and Qingkong had nothing to do with each other, he was demonstrating to Renn like this and embarrassing her. She was really tired.
"Let me go to bed with you again. Let her go!" Tears of grievance filled her warm eyes. She squeezed her hands tightly. When she saw that Mo Sijue's face had changed, she knew what she was saying.
It worked.
"Wenxin, you win!" Mo Sijue had already let go of Qingkong when he spoke, his blue eyes filled with compromise!