"Mu Jue, why don't you invite Cynthia and Miss Happy to take a seat?"
Bo Jinghan really couldn't hold back this time. He reached out and stroked the long hair that was loosely pulled up and half scattered on his back. Don't think that the words of the old man in front of him sounded polite and kind, but Bo Jinghan actually felt chills on his back.
My heart was also feeling hairy, and I couldn't calm down the chill that was creeping up my body.
"Why don't you move? Cynthia...is this your first time here and you feel nervous?"
Seeing that Bo Jinghan didn't move, the old man spoke again.
But anyone with eyes can see that this old man is obviously targeting her. Otherwise, the first person named Mu Jue didn’t move, why didn’t he say anything. Mo Huan, who was standing next to her, didn’t move either, so why didn’t he see him?
Say something?
But thanks to his words, Bo Jinghan's head was really clear.
At this time, the old man stopped looking at her, turned around, raised his feet, and walked towards the long table placed in the center of the lake pavilion...
Mu Jue turned his eyes to look at the old man's back. The slightly raised corners of his mouth were stiff for a moment, and the light in his eyes seemed to dim. But the moment he lowered his eyes, all the emotions disappeared before his eyes. Again.
When he raised his eyes, those playful eyes fell back on Bao Jinghan.
Still approaching, he shifted slightly and whispered in Bao Jinghan's ear: "You dare to break into the Hongmen Banquet. I don't know whether I should admire you... Cynthia!"
"Oh?"
She doesn't want to break in!
But does she have a choice?!
Bao Jinghan's cool eyes paused on the man's face for a moment, then quickly moved away.
It was useless to say more. She did not consider the other meanings in this guy's words. Instead, she turned her eyes to Mo Huan beside her and quickly exchanged glances.
But she was a little surprised in her heart. She wondered if she had seen it wrong. She always felt that when this Mu Jue looked at the perverted old man again, some very strange emotions flashed in his eyes. It was just that he dodged too quickly. She
Before she could see clearly, it disappeared. Just like the thoughts that flashed through her mind, they disappeared before she could figure out what they were and before she had time to catch them.
Seeing that she ignored her and didn't even look at her, the smile on the corner of Mou Jue's mouth deepened a little, and his voice was still calm and gentle, with a hint of evil coolness.
Without saying much, he turned around, made a gentle gesture of invitation, and led the two of them toward the pavilion.
"Miss Bo, Miss Mo Huan, please!"
The aroma of wine and fruit comes with the wind.
Compared with the bright lights on the lake shore, the pavilion seems much darker, leaving only three exquisite candlesticks placed on the long table, burning wax and burning light. The bright candlelight is enough for the dining table.
People on both sides could see each other clearly. Dots of light and shadow fell on the exquisite dinner plates and clear tableware on the dining table, reflecting a dim yellow halo, which was not dazzling, but eye-catching enough.
Bo Jinghan's position is opposite to Mo Huan's, one on the left and one on the right, located in the middle of the long table, forming a midline inflection point with the old and the young sitting at both ends of the long table. The distance between the two of them is like being blocked by
People have measured the same thing, and there is no difference.
And one of the three candlesticks was placed right between her and Mo Huan, the candlelight was burning brightly and swaying in the wind.
But at this time, in line with the atmosphere here, Bo Jinghan was facing the white candle in front of him.
She always had the illusion that this atmosphere would be most appropriate if left in a mourning hall, right?
