Chapter 283

The slender finger pinches her mandible and raises, he looks at her eyes: "don't say, I know, I believe you."

"You..."

Her words were stuck in his throat.

"Hand, cell phone..." Peach pushed him away and said breathlessly.

She pinched the tip of her nose and took out her cell phone from her pocket.

Looking at it, he picked it up.

"Jingcheng? Huh? OK, I see

Hang up the phone, he held her shoulder, "Yanchen there is something, I want to go over to have a look."

"Zhou Yanchen? What happened to him? "

"Don't care too much about men other than me, even Yanchen." He said coolly.

"Who cares about him! If he is not a man of Xizi, I don't care at all, OK

"Ha ha." Vogue Wen is joyful, and repeatedly kiss her nose and lips.

"I'll take out the bodyguards. You can go out if you want."

"Well, come on, you go."

"Good." He took his coat and said, "I may be back later."

"Well, let's go."

As soon as Wen left, Tao went back to the sofa to watch TV.

Almost half an hour later, the door rang.

She looked to the door and said in a loud voice, "how can you so soon..."

The following words suddenly stopped.

What came into her eyes was a strange woman.

She wore a proper light grey coat, a white dress and black high heels.

Hair meticulous plate in the back of the head, light makeup.

It looks like I'm in my 50s.

Smiling, the woman said: "you should be a peach, right?"

Peach Leng a few seconds, panic from the sofa to stand up.

She had a hunch.

See what a woman looks like.

She bit her lip and whispered, "aunt Sheng?"

Sheng's mother came over with a smile: "you are very smart, son."

This is not praise.

Peach heart sink, bad premonition rise.

Sheng's mother stood still, looked at the peach carefully, and said softly, "can I talk to you?"

Peach a breath in the chest, gas if gossamer spit out two words: "can."

……

Bai Jingcheng said on the phone that Shan Yan couldn't get through, so he went to find Zhou Yanchen.

Did not say what happened specifically, but the prevailing text guessed that it must have something to do with Mo Xi ran.

After all, the people who can affect Zhou Yanchen's mood are not the second choice except Mo Xiran.

Once in search of sleep, he swept around, and Zhou Yanchen disappeared from the bar.

When the manager was called to ask, he found out that Zhou Yanchen was in the private room on the second floor.

Striding up the stairs, he stood at the door of the private room and pushed the door open.

"Another drink."

Two women surrounded Zhou Yanchen and kept persuading him to drink.

Zhou Yanchen took it as if he didn't hear it and drank his own.

Eyebrow flashed displeasure, popular text turned to the manager asked: "he called?"

The manager's forehead broke out in a cold sweat and replied with trembling: "yes, I called for Mr. Zhou. I thought..."

"Oh A short cold hiss, popular text into the private room.

When the two women saw him, they were stunned.

"Go away."

There's only one word. It's not loud.

Surprised, the two women looked at the manager at the door.

The manager waved to them in panic. They got up quickly, left quickly, and closed the door.

Bending over and holding the back of Zhou Yanchen's hand, the popular writer asked in a low voice, "what's the matter? Drink so much? "

Zhou Yanchen raised his eyes, glanced at him and said, "let go."

He frowned and let go.

Just seeing him drink up the second bottle, he said, "if you drink like this, you won't be afraid to be scolded by Mo Xiyu?"

"Mo Xiyu? Mo Xiyu... " With a low smile, Zhou Yanchen shook his head: "don't mention her to me! Mo Xiyu? You know her name! Just mention her

"What do you mean?" In Zhou Yanchen's dialect, Wen Wen was popular.

Zhou Yanchen closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the sofa, "Mo Xiyu, Mo Xiyu, Mo Xiran..."

Murmuring, he slowly lost his voice.

With a sigh, vogue Wen came to set him up and took him out of the private room.

The popular article brings Zhou Yanchen back and leaves him in the guest room.

When he went upstairs to his room, he opened the door of the master bedroom.

The peaches have been lying on the bed, nestled in a ball.

With the corners of his mouth raised, he came in softly, to the bedside.

He looked down at her and saw that her eyelashes were blinking violently. He knew that she was pretending to be sleeping again.Sit down, he touched her hair: "still not sleep?"

Peach opened his eyes and blinked: "you're back."

"Well, bring Yanchen back and leave him in the guest room."

"Why don't you send him home?"

"He must be in conflict with Mo Xi Yu."

Peach "Oh", nodded.

Vogue text eyes light flash, casual asked: "by the way, do you know who Moxican is? Is she the sister of Mo Xiyu? "

“！”

The peach's expression was instantly stiff.

Vogue Wen pinched her ear and said with a smile, "why is this expression like seeing a ghost? Yes? Mo Xi Ran is a taboo. Can't you ask? "

"You, you," sat up, peach voice trembling, "where do you know the name?"

"Yanchen said it."

"Zhou Yanchen?" Peach exclaimed, lifted the quilt and went down to the ground.

He took her by the arm. "What's the matter? What a surprise? "

"You let me go first." Peach anxious to get rid of the popular text, rushed to take out the mobile phone, dial out the Mo West dye phone.

No answer.

Again.

Still no answer.

She sweated on her forehead and hit again.

This time, someone finally answered.

"Hello."

"Xizi!"

"No, sister peach? I'm Yu Yu

"Yu Yu?"

Head chaos, peach rake rake hair, lick lips, "that, Yu Yu, your sister?"

"My sister?" Mo Xi Yu hesitated and looked at Mo Xi ran beside her, "she..."

"If you give her your cell phone, say it's mine."

"Oh, well, sister peach, wait a minute."

After a while, a shallow breath came from the receiver.

Peach tip of a sour nose, across the receiver, she can feel the sad Mo West dye.

"Xizi."

Call her softly.

After a long time, Mo Xi ran just whispered "um".

"That, that Zhou Yanchen, he's with me."

Mo Xi Ran's eyes brightened for a moment, and then darkened, "Oh, I know."

"Xizi, you," the peach said after a pause, "I'll come to see you tomorrow, OK?"

"Well."

"Well, then you, then you have to rest early."

Hang up the phone, peach bit his lip, so dazed.

Vogue text comes over, embrace her shoulder, "Mo West dye is how to return a responsibility?"? What's the matter with Mo Xiyu? "

Peaches back to God, turned to look at him, a little irritable said: "I don't want to say today, another day."

"Well, rest early."

"Well."

The next morning, Zhou Yanchen woke up and left.

Peach also can't ask him where to go, and she worried about Mo Xi ran, so she went to see her first.