Cheng Anya froze. Yang Zekun was wearing a very formal suit. He was straight and handsome, and his gentle and jade-like facial features had a jade-like texture under the colorful lights. Just read the novel.
It's so clean and pure that it seems like it's blasphemous to take another look at it.
Most of the people who come here to enjoy it are the elites who are too stressed during the day. At night, they tear off the mask of the social elite and vent their excessive pressure to their heart's content.
"Senior, I came with someone to relieve my boredom. What about you?" Cheng Anya secretly prayed that Yang Zekun would not meet Ye Chen.
She suddenly knew why her senior suddenly asked her if she knew Ye Chen that day. He was probably seeing something.[
"We're talking about some business." A drunk man stumbled over and almost bumped into Cheng Anya. Yang Zekun, with his sharp eyesight and quick hands, took her slender waist and turned around nimbly to avoid the collision.
"careful!"
The two bodies bumped into each other, clinging tightly to each other, softness and strength blending into a very beautiful picture. Cheng Anya was shocked, and the faint smell of cologne hit her face, adding a touch of elegance to the smell of alcohol.
This is the smell that seniors are accustomed to.
This scene fell into Ye Chen's eyes. It was naturally ambiguous and passionate. He raised his head and drank a glass of Remy Martin Louis VIII.
His cold eyes shot out a cold light, and a flame grew secretly, like a blazing fire that set a prairie fire on fire. Even he was horrified!
Damn Cheng Anya!
If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have asked her to come out.
Ye Chen asked Cheng Anya to come out and drink with him, it was just a whim.
"Master Yang, nice to meet you!" Ye Chen's cold voice intervened between them.
Cheng Anya felt as if she'd been electrocuted, her whole body trembled, and she immediately got out of Yang Zekun's arms. Her heart was pounding. What's worse, it turned out to be God's will.
"Young Master Ye, I have long admired you!" Yang Zekun stretched out his hand, his warm eyes flashed with an incredibly fast and strange color, but he cleverly hid it and greeted Ye Chen gracefully.
The two pairs of hands were equally turbulent, and their noble and powerful hands were tightly clasped together. One was warm, the other was cold, and both had perfect expressions on their faces.
Cheng Anya suddenly felt a cold current running through her back.
The eyes of the two were competing, the noisy background sounds had faded away, and the air had the tension of a sexual confrontation between men.
Show your sharpness!
This is the most primitive wildness among male animals.
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In fact, Yang Zekun is also a very bad Nanzhu, Ye San must have a sense of crisis, (⊙o⊙) Oh! 2 updated, (^o^)/~[
