Chapter 244

Ji Muyang was silent for a long time Then some helpless way: "just my cousin, do not do business."

Yu wants to laugh. She didn't expect that Ji Muyang would say such words.

In the past three years, Ji Muyang has changed a lot and become calm.

Metaphor: "your cousin is very powerful. He is a private detective who is hard to get money on the dark Internet."

After chatting for a while, Yuyu wanted to leave. She was afraid that the wine she had just drunk would react as soon as the medicine was over, because she seemed to feel a little dizzy. Ji Muyang walks beside Yu. From time to time, he looks down at Yu. He looks at her white face, but he doesn't dare to look at her graceful posture. His mind has always been very subtle about Yu. This is Lu Yan's woman. He can't think about it. He can only appear as a friend,

but he always wants to take care of her for a lifetime.

Three years ago, when she left, he didn't think much of her, but in the past three years, he has been alienated from Lu. Today, as soon as he heard that she had come back, he left everything behind and came.

Ji Muyang: "metaphor."

"Well?" Words and metaphors look for sound and lift eyes.

Ji Muyang smile, on her line of sight, eyes deep, naturally stretched out his hand, fingers Shun into her hair: "chaos."

"What?" The words are not understood.

"Your hair is in a mess. It's all right now." The metaphor is that she is drunk. What she doesn't know is that Ji Mufeng is careless and ruthless. In order to give meat to Ji Muyang, who has been a vegetarian for several years, the wine she ordered is of high concentration.

The distance between the two people is getting closer and closer, which is beyond the safe distance.

Yanyu blinked his eyes and tried to avoid it.

"Muyang." A voice came from afar, with a chill.

Next to the post at the door of the bar, a tall figure leans on the post. It's Lu Yan. He looks coldly at Ji Muyang and Yu.

The dim yellow street lamp hit him. In his hand was a lighted cigarette. The smoke was curling and the fire was scarlet. On the ground, there were several scattered cigarette ends. He didn't know how long he had been standing here.

Under the light beam of the street lamp, you can clearly see the ups and downs of particles in the air.

He gazed at the words that were close to Ji Muyang. He didn't know if he was restraining something. He rolled his Adam's apple and took a slow cigarette. Then he threw the cigarette end on the ground, twisted it out and walked towards the words step by step.

He turned his back to the light, and the whole well-defined face was in the shadow. When it was clear, it was frightening, and the aura of his whole body was powerful and fascinating.

When he saw Yan Yu's self-cultivation Qipao, his eyes were even colder.

In the twinkling of an eye, he has come to the side of Yanyu. He reaches out his hand and stretches it over her waist. The strength of his hand is increasing. It hurts Yanyu a little.

Ji Muyang straightened up and looked at Lu Yan lazily and coldly. He hooked his lips: "ah Yan, you're back."

Lu Yan's eyes fell on Ji Muyang's body, embracing the action of words, virtually swearing Sovereignty: "ah Yang, long time no see."

Ji Muyang's eyebrows were bent with a smile, and he looked a little careless: "have a drink together when you have time."

"Well."

Ji Muyang's eyes followed Lu Yan's words.

Lu Yan's eyes sank. He said in a light tone: "she came out tonight. She didn't tell me that the two children in the family are still waiting for her."

It's about "two kids..." This word awakens Ji Muyang.

He clenched his fingers in his trouser pocket.

The metaphor has been a little uncomfortable. According to the inertia, she leans on Lu Yan with deep eyelids. She clearly hears the dialogue between Lu Yan and Ji Muyang, but she can't hear them clearly.

Lu Yan finally looked at Ji Muyang. His eyes were calm, but in his deep black eyes, he seemed to have insight into everything: "a Yang, metaphor is my child's mother, and will be my only wife in my life."

Ji Muyang's pupil Mou slightly shrunk next, what words didn't say.

Lu Yan has taken the words and gone out.

Even if they don't dare to take the figure of Lu Muyan from behind, they can't do anything.

Along the way, there was a driver in the car, and Lu Yan didn't say anything to Yu. He just held her and looked at her all the way. When she got to the apartment building, Yu's brain had been attacked by alcohol. She pressed her lips tightly and found that she was held in her arms.

Her head emptied for a long time. When she was half hugged and half carried into the front door of the apartment, she subconsciously began to resist, pushing her right elbow to the back man's abdomen.

Lu Yan tightened her eyebrows, pursed her lips very straight, and held the right elbow of the words with one hand, melting all her attacks into the palm of her hand.

She had to struggle. The next second, her back was against the slightly cold wall, and the man's tall and cold body covered it.The light in the hall on the first floor was not bright, but it was not dim. Lu Yan blocked the light behind him. His face was hidden in the half light, only his eyes were very deep.

She looks at Lu Yan's face, her handsome face is blurred and clear, and her whole body is full of wine.

She wrinkled her nose, as if forgetting that she had just had a drink.

"You're drinking." She accused each other.

Lu Yan was very angry and laughed, but he still couldn't laugh or cry: "yes, I drank, you didn't drink at all."

In fact, Lu Yan didn't touch wine at all tonight.

"You let me go." As she spoke, she began to struggle again. The short Qipao she was wearing tonight was not very short, but it was very high. Her long white, straight and slender legs were looming in every move.

Lu Yan presses her wrist and presses her against the wall. Her heart beats fast and her face gets closer and closer to her. She feels hot and restless.

Before he could react, he held his waist. Through the thin cheongsam, she could feel the cold of his fingers. It was already warm.

The words and expressions are a little distracted. Alcohol slows the nerves. Lu Yan's lips touch her lips and stick together. His body is almost seamlessly pressed together with her. She felt a little difficult to breathe. The breath in her chest seemed to be squeezed, but he was still snatching her breath, sticking out the tip of his tongue and holding her.