Just when Hei Xinyao wanted to say something more, there was a commotion at the door... He looked with cold eyes, and when he saw that scene, the wine glass was almost crushed by him...
Two figures suddenly appeared at the door. Mo Xinran put his hand on Shang Tiansheng's arm. His flaxen hair was pulled up high, leaving a few strands hanging down slightly. The smile at the corner of his mouth shone under the light, aqua blue.
The colorful tube top skirt reflects her flawless skin, and her curvy and graceful figure adds a touch of charm to her. I don’t know if it’s because of the light or because she is a luminous body. Everything looks so beautiful.
.
It was so beautiful that he wanted to take her back.
A well-tailored suit wraps up the man's lean figure with golden proportions. His flaxen hair is slightly slanted down, and then there is a pair of maddening black eyes.
With a "click-click" sound, Hei Xinyao immediately snatched the wine glass from Hei Lianxiao's hand, "Brother, look! She is such a wanton woman!"
Hei Lianxiao turned around and glared at Hei Xinyao fiercely. His eyes were like ice that had been frozen for three thousand years and was about to freeze her completely.
"Only I can bully her." As he said this, he strode up to them, and the three of them were immediately surrounded by people in a circle. Everyone was watching this good show...
"Tell me, what happened today?!"
"You are stupid! Looking at this situation, there must be something good going on!"
Shang Tiansheng's eyes looked at him provocatively, and his cold gaze also met his... and suddenly there was fire everywhere...
Mo Xinran was stunned, what happened to the two of them?! When she looked up again, she met those amber eyes. Her heart suddenly stopped, and then his eyes were fixed on her holding Shang Tian.
Sheng's hand...
She immediately retracted when she saw it, but the next second her hand was restored to its original position by Shang Tiansheng, "Why are you nervous? Just relax."
"..." How could she be nervous?!
Hei Lianxiao said very domineeringly, with the highest majesty in his tone, "Give me your hand and let go of her."