Mo yanjue stayed.
It's just that the battlefield of the three men was transferred from the tea division to the bar at the suggestion of Yang Yilin.
Under the black and grey decoration design, a huge wine Wall attracts people's attention most.
Yang Yilin, a good wine man, took a bottle from the shelf and laughed: "ha ha, look at your luck, sir. You must not be stingy." The voice didn't fall, "bang", opened.
Mo yanjue naturally won't be distressed. The nature that can be placed on the bright surface is not very rare for him. The really rare things are stored in the cellar underground. Except for his fingerprint unlocking, others can't enter at all.
Even their brothers were just lucky to hear that they didn't see it with their own eyes.
Yang Yilin's disorganized guy has been staring at him for more than once. If he doesn't let him in again, he steals his fingerprint while he is drunk.
Unfortunately, even if Yang Yi likes drinking, he can't drink Mo yanjue.
Angry, he had to break off several times.
But today, it seems that Yang Yilin, who is more melancholy than Mo yanjue, still belongs to him.
Song Qingyun sipped the red wine in the glass and joked: "how can I feel that you are more decadent today?"
"Hey, it's not just decadence, it's total loss!" Gudong fills a large glass of wine. Yang Yilin's outfit is deep.
Song Qingyun chuckles, "it's hard to find a woman you can't make sure of."
"Don't mention it. When you meet a hard bone, you can't chew it at all. Your friend's teeth are almost worn out." Yang Yilin said angrily.
As long as the thought of sun Zhenzhen that the woman is really hard and soft, he is full of suffocation.
After that, how can you call yourself a lover?
"To be honest, I'm curious about what kind of woman she is."
They haven't met Yang Yilin yet.
Mo yanjue sat quietly, gently shaking the wine in the cup, listening to the conversation between them.
His mind is still full of the scene of Muqi shaking in his arms... His brows and eyes wrinkled, he took up his glass and drank it all at once.
This action attracted the attention of song Qingyun and Yang Yilin. They looked at him one after another.
The temperament is cold, as if separated from them by a mountain and river.
"I say sir, even if the little sister-in-law doesn't let you touch you, it's not like this. She's been like that for more than 20 years, and she can't die after a few days." Yang Yilin said the truth.
Song Qingyun listened to this and his face was very colorful. He stared at Mo yanjue for a long time and asked, "I really refused you?"
Jun Yan is more powerful. He stares at Yang Yilin, who is talking in disorder. He continues to pour wine and drink.
Yang Yilin didn't know what he was doing, so he continued to help guide him. "I told you brother, this woman is going to coax her. When you coax her, she will be happy. If she is willing, she will drill into your arms."
Mo yanjue gave him another fierce look and said coldly, "do you think she is the same as your women?"
This is the first sentence he said so far when he entered the door, full of anger.
But Yang Yilin smiled and laughed happily: "I mean, Sir Alex is hurting women today. Yes, I admit, the little sister-in-law is different from other women, but she is also a woman after all. She likes to listen to sweet words and the gentle care of men. Your ruthless machanism will not work! "
Song Qingyun pushed his eyes, calmly glanced at the silent Mo yanjue, became an old good man, and asked for help: "what is the right way to do that?"