Chapter 125

Lu Yan's thin lips pursed a very light radian, his eyes almost did not light, and Ji Muyang's in the air, and soon separated.

Ji Muyang also had bad luck for a while. Feng Shui took turns. It was his turn to ask questions, and the object of the questions was Lu Yan several times in succession.

He asked, "ah Yan, who is your favorite woman?"

"Have you ever regretted doing anything?"

"Do you think you will regret what you have to do now?"

Lu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. His eyes were deep and unpredictable. He didn't choose to answer a question, but his smiling eyes were always focused on the metaphor.

He looked at it as if it didn't matter how to answer those questions, and the answer was clear.

The crowd laughed: "ah Yang, don't ask such nonsense. You've wasted all your good opportunities. You want me to ask, I want to know when ah Yan broke up!"

Ji Muyang pulled the corner of his lips, tilted his head, and really gave the opportunity to the other side.

For this kind of problem, Lu Yan chose to take a big risk.

The man was still excited: "big risk, big risk, I haven't heard a Yan sing, wait, I let DJ tune song, a Yan sing a song."

The people around followed suit.

Lu Yan didn't say anything. He tilted his head and laughed. Yanyu raised his head. He bowed his head slightly and gave her a kiss on the face.

"What do you want to hear?"

The rhetorical reaction is a little slow. He bends his lips: "all right."

She was drunk, but not drunk.

Most people have never heard of Lu Yan's singing, and there is no metaphor. She leans lazily on the sofa and her eyes fall on the stage.

Lu yanmingming wears a serious suit and is meticulous, but when the spotlight lantern is on his eyebrows and the light is yellow, he is full of ruffian spirit.

"Sing a song of sunny day for my wife," he said

The soothing music is flowing slowly. Lu Yan's singing voice is deep and pleasant, with accurate tune and unique flavor.

"Once upon a time, someone loved you for a long time, but the wind gradually blew the distance away..."

Perhaps Lu Yan's singing of this song has no other meaning.

But the words are slightly distracted.

When she recovered, she found that Lu Yan had changed the lyrics.

His expression on the stage is still light, and the man's voice is light: "now, someone still loves you..."

Some people laugh, some praise, and others want to give Lu Yansai money.

But Ji Muran's voice is faint.

--"Do you believe him? Ah yanpi looks good. Now she is willing to sing like this. No wonder women are crazy. "

The words and expressions are close to the lips, but too far away.

Ji Muyang has no expression on his face.

His eyes were focused for a long time. He looked away uneasily and said, "you have a good relationship with a Yan recently, but don't you think it's strange? Some days ago, he was still very concerned about Xia Xia, but these days he has been indifferent. "

"Of course, maybe I think too much. By the way, that day, I saw him meet the butler of the Cheng family in the hotel. "

In fact, Ji Muyang is not clear about many things, and his words are just casual.

But it's weird to hear it in the ear of metaphor.

Did Lu Yan and housekeeper Cheng meet at the hotel? What did they say? What did housekeeper Cheng say to Lu Yan? The words are like eyebrows, and the heart jumps heavily.

All of a sudden, the mobile phone in her palm suddenly vibrated.

Words and expressions look down.

It's a text message from a strange number.

There is only a few words in the message -- Miss Yan, I'm housekeeper Cheng. Let's make a deal, OK? If you are willing to help me persuade master Yan, I will promise to give you the legacy of master Yan.

The pupil of the metaphor shrinks, and the thin lip slowly purses into a straight line.

The power of holding a mobile phone is getting bigger and bigger.

The remains of Cheng CI.

Her eyelashes trembled.

It was that year that she begged the Cheng family for a long time and didn't get anything.

Before Yanyu had time to think about it, she heard a wave of noise. She raised her eyes. Lu Yan had stepped down. Yanyu subconsciously deleted the message and locked her cell phone.

The man who just let Lu Yan take a big risk yelled: "it's time to kiss!"

The host on the stage of the bar also called out: "happy Kissing Day!"

This Kissing Day is the characteristic of the bar. Almost every few days, the bar will hold kissing activities. The host's voice falls, the lights of the whole bar are dim, and the line of sight is not very clear.

Lu Yan covered Yu's body three or two times. He breathed blazing. He held the back of Yu's head in one hand and kept her from moving.

In the dark, someone feigned anger: "why don't you tell me that today is another Kissing Day? I don't have a girl with me. I'm a ghost kisser? ""Stop crying and hugging yourself!"

"Ah Yan didn't know this evening, so he brought his sister-in-law here early!"

Five minutes later, the lights are on.

Lu Yan is slightly separated from metaphor.

Metaphor in his dark eyes, saw himself, eyes bright and charming, water gorgeous appearance, her cheek is very hot, a heart seems to be on the fire.

Lu Yanmei's eyes were lazy and he laughed: "why did you forget to breathe? Don't suffocate... "

Yu Yu finds that she is breathing all the time. No wonder she feels chest tightness. She stares at Lu Yan, but she is angry after all. Suddenly, she puts her hands on his face, holds it and bites his lips.

There was a smell of blood.

Lu Yan chuckled.

Sunday.

Yan Yu opened his eyes. There was no one on the side of the bed beside him. It was empty, but he was still warm. It seemed that Lu Yan had just got up.

Yanyu gets out of bed and sees a note on the head of the bed.

There is a line of characters written on it. The characters are flying and dancing, showing the coldness and uninhibited of the host.

It's Lu Yan's word -- if you need to go to neighboring cities on business, you can call me if you have something or nothing.

Yu hung her eyes and picked up the paper. Originally, she wanted to throw it into the garbage can, but she didn't throw it in. She pressed the paper on the bedside table again.

Aunt Lin heard the voice from the bedroom outside. She knocked on the door and said, "are you up, madam?"

The simile looked at the door, red lips bent: "get up."

Aunt Lin opened the door directly. She put her head in and said with a smile, "my husband just went out, and he didn't have time to eat breakfast. But when I was on a business trip, he told me not to disturb you. I didn't expect you to get up so early." "Well." Yanyu laughs, because she remembered in the morning that she had to accompany Qin Nanfeng to attend the kindergarten open day, so she got up early.