Murong Mu fanned the flames on the side, "Sister, calm down, look at the men on the field, which one doesn't have a few women outside? Sister, you are lucky. At least he is looking for a woman behind your back. The other men are all aboveboard.
Take it home."
Murong Rong put down the bottle of wine and stood together sulking.
"Sister, do you want me to give you some encouragement?" Murong Mu picked up a tray and put a few glasses of juice on it.
Murong Rong pulled him and said, "Don't act recklessly, our mission is important."
Murong Mu said: "Sister, if he really raises a woman outside, will you still stay with him for the rest of your life? Get out of the sea of misery as soon as possible, and you will be safe when you turn around."
Murong Rong glared at his younger brother, "Don't talk nonsense, he is definitely not that kind of person."
Murong Mu snorted coldly, "Who knows, you know people, you know faces, but you don't know hearts."
Murong Rong didn't want to hear any more, so she took the juice from the tray and went to the VIPs in need.
She was suffocating in her heart, and wanted to grab him and ask him what was going on, but at this moment, she couldn't allow her to do that.
It was just a cocktail party, she shouldn't be so angry.
However, every time something happened to him, she couldn't calm down. The more she tried to calm down and took it seriously, the more confused she became.
Passing by them, seeing their handsome men and women chatting and laughing with others, she was very, very displeased when she saw Athena's hand on his arm.
I picked up a bottle of juice and "accidentally" poured half the glass on Athena's dress as I passed by.
A large amount of yellow liquid suddenly appeared in the beautiful silver dress, which was very ugly.
Athena whispered, "What did you do?"
"I'm sorry." Murong Rong said sorry very unapologetically and left without looking back.
I only heard Yin Zai saying behind me: "There are prepared dresses upstairs. You go and change into one first."
Murong Rong was extremely angry, he was very considerate, why didn't he go up with Athena to help her change.
asshole!
As soon as she wasn't with him, he would mess around with other women, which made her mad!
Murong Rong was so angry that her hand holding the tray trembled slightly.
It didn't work anymore. If she continued to look at it, her eyes would be filled with anger.
Murong Rong put down the tray and walked to the rest room.
I walked in and was about to close the door when a person suddenly squeezed in from outside and closed the door behind my back.
Before Murong Rong could see who it was, the mask on his face had already fallen into the hands of the person coming.
Yin Zai held up his mask and looked very ugly, "What's going on?"
Murong Rong was stunned for a moment. She was wearing a mask. How did he recognize her?
"If you're not recuperating at home, who asked you to come out?" Yin Zai was extremely angry and approached her step by step.
Murong Rong felt a little nervous and stepped back step by step: "Uh, um, I came out to play...",
Backing to the wall, with no way to retreat, Murong looked at Yinzai in fear, he seemed very angry...
But, it was obvious that she should be angry. He was with Athena behind her back, so she was the one who wanted to be angry.
Yinzai's face was livid, "Play? How old are you? Are you still playing?"
Yinzai was quite angry. It was in vain that he thought about her injury every day. She was not at all restless and even went to the hotel to work as a waiter. Did she deliberately want to piss him off?
When Yinzai got angry, Murong Rong was so spineless that he couldn't get angry at all. He quickly laughed and said, "I miss you, so I pretended to be a waiter to see you. I didn't expect that you recognized me, haha..."
Yinzai pulled Murong Rong over, held her down facing the wall, and quickly unbuttoned her clothes with his fingers.
Murong Rong was startled. He didn't want to be here, right? She wanted to turn around, but he held her down, "Yinzai, don't be here..."
"Don't move, let me see your wound."
Well, she might have misunderstood. Murong Rong couldn't help but blush for her evil thoughts, "It's much better now, no need to look..."
There were scars one after another on his snow-white back. Not long after the whiplash healed, there were gunshot scars. When Yin Zai saw this, his face wrinkled like a bitter melon.
He scratched her newly healed wound with his finger and asked sadly: "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." She was used to these injuries, as long as they were life-threatening.
Murong Rong went to take the clothes in his hand and wanted to put them back on quickly. However, Yinzai threw them aside casually, "The fabric of these clothes is so rough. What if the wound is scratched again?"
Eh? She can't go topless and wear nothing, right? "I'll go back and change it right away."