When Mu Yanfeng heard this, his handsome face instantly turned cold. He turned to look at Mina, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Mina, please pay attention to your image."
"Kao, you are already holding another woman, and you still ask me to pay attention to my image? Mu Yanfeng, are you sick?" As Mina said this, Mu Yanfeng waved her fist over,
Mu Yanfeng caught it with a bit of embarrassment, held her hand down, and said in a deeper tone: "Mina, are you done?"
"Not enough, not enough," Mina said in a flash, "Mu Yanfeng, you bastard, you actually ate behind my back..."
"I don't, Lin You and I are friends," Mu Yanfeng explained to Mina with his tangled eyebrows. He didn't say this because he was afraid that Mina would be sad, but because he really didn't want Mina to get angry in such an occasion.
After all, this is not good for Youyou’s reputation, because Mu Yanfeng and Mina are indeed engaged, and Youyou is not an ordinary woman. If it were another woman, Mu Yanfeng would really write whatever the media wants.
Don't worry, but, Youyou, that's different
"Just friends?" Mina asked again uncertainly, her eyes scanning Youyou and Mu Yanfeng back and forth.
Youyou's heart was blocked by Mu Yanfeng's words, they are just friends, and she felt powerless for a moment...
"Lin You and I, actually...we, we are just good friends..." Mu Yanfeng was a little short of breath. Although he had done something like a philandering young man before, many women came to his door of his own accord, including reading.
There are countless women, but after meeting Lin You and his heart resurrected, he really hasn’t been messing around. Therefore, when asked by Mina, his answers were a little stammering and unnatural.
"Mu Yanfeng, since you said you are just a friend, then I believe you. You must serve me well tonight." Mina appeared between the two of them in a charming manner, facing Mu Yanfeng coquettishly.
He tapped his chest lightly, not too hard but not too hard, and his words were quite flirtatious, and even more ambiguous.
The faint heart is as if it is stuffed with a ball of water-soaked cotton. The blocked heart is stuffy, sad and painful.
Mu Yanfeng opened his mouth to explain something, but he felt a little weak. He could only swallow the explanation and looked deeply at Youyou. He could say a thousand words, but in this look,