Chapter 476

Bright pink, sweet and juicy Do you want to taste it?

Beiming Liancheng's eyes left the cherry between her fingers and fell on her two thin lips.

Lips like flowers, bright pink, shining in the light of the overflow, dangling a layer of demagogic color.

Looking at it like this, he suddenly felt tight all over, and a kind of restlessness never existed rose from the depth of his body.

His eyes moved away from her lips and fell on the opposite Beiming night. There was no longer any smile on his lips. He said softly, "tonight, I want her."

The voice is very light, and there is no so-called firmness, but as long as people who know him know, what he says now is not a joke.

Of course, except Mingke, her whole mind was on Beiming night, and she didn't notice the change of Beiming Liancheng's look.

Beiming night looked back at Beiming Liancheng, with deep eyes, thin lips and no words.

"To turn back?" Beiming Liancheng snorted.

Beiming night still doesn't speak, just stares at his face.

He disdains to turn around, but now Liancheng's look is not right. From the beginning, he was just trying to test the importance of fame in his heart, but now, even he can't see clearly.

He only knew that just now when Beiming Liancheng was looking at Mingke, there was an impulse in his eyes.

That's a man's most primitive impulse to a woman. He can't read it wrong.

"You love her?" The northern city asked again.

A question made everyone concentrate. Yu Feifan's hand trembled. The cup fell from her hand and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Mingke's breath is going to stop. I didn't expect that Beiming Liancheng would ask such questions in front of so many people.

She At this moment, the unspeakable tension, although I know that the northern night can't say half a favorite word to her, but I'm still nervous.

It seems that she and the northern night together for so long, all because of the existence of such a contract, love this problem, no one thought, she even dare not think.

Beiming night's eyes fell on Beiming Liancheng's face. The big palms on his legs unconsciously tightened, and the two lips were cold and indifferent.

So looking at him, also looking at the nest in the arms of the northern city, a drooping head does not speak of the name can, silent.

The balcony on the third floor is so quiet that people can hear the rustle of the wind.

What will Beiming night say? He can care about the name, which everyone can see, but like is a very easy thing, love, the word is too heavy.

Once said "love", to the North night, that is a lifetime thing.

A girl tied by agreement, love?

I don't know how long later, in all the people's calm waiting, Beiming night suddenly smile, picked up the wine cup to Yu Feifan, and poured the wine slowly: "love, is it so cheap? How old are you? How old are you

The wine bottle was put down and the cup was picked up to taste.

No one said anything. Mingke bit her thin lip so hard that it hurt. When she was almost bitten, she slowly released her hand, turned over the lobster on the charcoal stove and continued to bake it.

Others, at last, began to do their own things.

Love is too heavy for him. It's impossible to love, but it's impossible to love.

In this life, he will not love any woman.

No one mentioned the question just now. Mingke roasted the lobster and put it on the plate. He took a knife and fork and knocked it up bit by bit to break the hard shell. He took out the smooth and tender lobster meat and put it on another plate.

When the meat of the two pincers was taken out, she put the fork on the top, picked up the plate and handed it back to Beiming Liancheng.

"Don't you feed me?" Beiming Liancheng's face is still that indifferent expression, just asked Beiming night that question, it seems that he really does not care, just casually ask that.

Mingke took a look at him and shook his head: "I'm hungry, I eat myself."

Beiming Liancheng no longer embarrassed her, took the plate, picked up the fork, and swallowed the meat of the two shrimp tongs.

At last, he poured a glass of red wine and handed it to Ke who lowered his head and continued to knock on the shrimp: "if you are in a bad mood, drinking can relieve your boredom."

"Who said I was in a bad mood?" Mingkehuo raised his head and glared at him. Just now Beiming night made it clear that he didn't love her. Now in front of so many people, he said that she was in a bad mood. Didn't the bastard mean to punish her?

Is he so happy to see her make a fool of himself?

I didn't remember that I was a comrade in arms with him a few minutes ago. Now, when she looked at him, she only had resentment in her eyes.

He snatched the cup from his hand and poured it down one by one.

The degree is really high, at least more than 20 degrees. This kind of red wine can't be bought in many places. Generally, red wine is more than 10 degrees at most.They are the only rich people who drink expensive red wine casually!

As she drank, she began to complain. Is money great? If you have money, can you trample on others' hearts?

He does not love her, she is not happy to be loved by him! A copper stinking profiteer, a landlord and bureaucrat who can only bully the common people! It's not a good thing for such a person to be loved by him. It's a disaster at all.

She should be glad that at least she hasn't fallen into the disaster, and she doesn't love the best. When the agreement is over, she can leave immediately, and everyone should stop pestering anyone.

Don't love, how good!

After drinking a full glass of red wine, she shook her slightly drunk head and looked back at Beiming Liancheng. At this time, she leaned into his arms a little heavily.

"It's good. I'll have more." She shakes the empty glass in her hand and smiles at him. Her little face flushes red. She is obviously drunk.

"Eat something first." Beiming Liancheng picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth. "If you don't eat, I'm afraid you don't have enough strength at night."

The night of the northern underworld holds up the wine cup and tastes it calmly. When the taste rises, he drinks it with his head raised and throws it to Yu Feifan.

Yu Feifan just hesitated, then picked up the wine bottle and poured another cup for him.

There is something wrong with the atmosphere, but no one knows what to say at this time.

It's a good thing for them that Beiming night doesn't fall in love with Mingke. Women can spoil them, but they can't love them, especially people like Beiming night.

However, after watching Mingke eat a few mouthfuls of meat, he picked up the wine bottle and poured a cup, and poured it one mouthful at a time, which made several men feel more gloomy.

Mu Zijin looks at her drunken face, big palm has been holding tightly, fighting spirit, need to fight like this?

Perhaps, he would rather they were just fighting. What if Beiming night really didn't love her? Will this little woman be too sad to live?