Gu Yelin is here.

Ling Li's footsteps stagnated at dusk.

Gu Yelin came to Fu Xiyao and naturally stretched out his big hand around her shining fragrant shoulder. His deep narrow eyes slowly narrowed up and faintly balked at Zuo Li and Mo Zihao.

Zuo Li and Mo Zihao's scalp is numb. These two people are most afraid of linglimu. Now they are afraid to see nangu in nangu Beiling.

Although Gu Yelin keeps pace with Ling Limu in the business world, they are completely different. Gu Yelin was born in a noble family, and his actions are full of noble and elegant blood, high-class gentlemanly demeanor, and the handsome young man of the aristocratic family.

Only one thing is that he is the same as Ling Limu. These two people are the same deep, thin and cool, and strong enough to stir clouds and rain.

When the two top male gods stopped in the lobby of the bar, the originally noisy bar was silent, especially those beautiful women who couldn't turn their eyes when looking at the two male gods.

At this time, Fu Xiyao gently raised his small green hand, grabbed Gu Yelin's sleeve, and softly called, "brother Yelin, I'm fine."

Fu Xiyao gently shook her head and didn't want Gu Yelin to continue to embarrass Zuo Li and Mo Zihao.

Gu Yelin took back his eyes. He raised his hand and gently rubbed Fu Xiyao's long hair, helpless and loving.

Ling Limu on one side looked at this scene. Fu Xiyao looked up at Gu Yelin with a small face. Gu Yelin loved to rub her long hair

Four years ago, he knew how right these two people were. Gu Fu and his family were originally friends. They were a chosen son and a noble girl. They were a pair of Golden Boys and girls.

Ling Li's eyes were a little dark.

At this time, Gu Yelin looked up, his deep narrow eyes fell on Ling Limu's handsome face, and slowly hooked his thin lips, "Hello, President Ling."

The two men looked at each other with sharp eyes, splashing sparks all the way.

Ling Limu's handsome face didn't have too many expressions, but just nodded lightly, "Hello, President Gu."

"Yao Yao, let's go."

Gu Yelin hugged Fu Xiyao Yingrun's Xiaoxiang shoulder strap, and she returned to the box just now.

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Ling Limu, Zuo Li and Mo Zihao also came to a box. Mo Zihao said angrily, "Limu, why did you protect Fu Xiyao like that to you? Look at others. These three years have been so moist, and Gu Yelin also spoiled her in the palm of his hand..."

Before Mo Zihao finished his words, "clang", Ling Limu threw the car key in his hand on the front tea table.

The car key collided with the glass coffee table and made a noise.

Mo Zihao quickly shut up.

The two men looked up at Ling Limu. Ling Limu sat on the dark red sofa. His handsome facial features were faint, but it was particularly cold in the dim light.

Zuoli and mozihao don't understand what the hell Fu Xiyao has done to Ling Limu. Brother, for so many years, Ling Limu has so much power and means that he won't even tell Fu Xiyao a loud voice when he comes to Fu Xiyao!

Zuo Li immediately said, "forget it, don't talk about the past. Today's party is to drink and chat."

"Yes, Li Mu, there are many beauties here. Tell us who you like. We promise to help you." Mo Zihao pointed to the beauties in the hall.

Ling Limu didn't even lift her eyelids and didn't look at it.

At this time, a charming voice sounded, "President Ling."

Here comes Yingying.

This Yingying is the adopted daughter of the queen. It is 20 years old this year. Yingying is charming and charming. She has a delicate and charming bone like Fu Xiyao's noble and elegant daughter.

Zuo Li and Mo Zihao looked at Yingying, and their eyes lit up, "leaving dusk, who is this?"

Ling Limu raised his handsome eyelids and looked at Yingying. He looked indifferent and didn't speak.

Yingying came over generously, "Hello, I'm the private secretary given by the queen to President Ling. From now on, I'll take care of President Ling's daily life."

"Well, we're worried about leaving dusk. We don't even have a magnetic creature around us."

Yingying looked at Ling Limu with beautiful eyes. "President Ling, today you come to the bar with your friends, so I'll dance on the stage to help you have fun."

With that, Yingying twisted her enchanting waist and stepped onto the stage.

The movement on the stage also attracted Fu Xiyao. Fu Xiyao's clear Jian Tong looked at the past, the music sounded, and the Yingying in a red dress had begun to dance.

Fu Xiyao Yujie shivered. Of course, she knew Yingying. Yingying is the Queen's adopted daughter. She is enchanting and capable, and she is very resourceful.

Now this Yingying appears beside Ling Limu.

At this time, Gu Yelin said, "I heard that the queen has rewarded Ling Limu with this Yingying as her personal secretary. Unexpectedly, the queen has paid a lot of money this time in order to cooperate with Ling Limu, even her favorite dry daughter."

Fu Xiyao looked at Yingying. This Yingying is very good at dancing. Her waist is like a broken willow. She danced, and her beautiful eyes were thrown on Ling Limu. It's really thousands of customs. It's shame to say.

Fu Xiyao was distressed and slowly dropped his slender feather Jie.

"Yao Yao, this Yingying is very good at winning a man's heart. Ling Limu hasn't even had an affair in recent years, but after all, he is at his most gorgeous age and may be taken down by this Yingying."

Fu Xiyao glanced at Gu Yelin, with a small white face and a forced smile, "brother Yelin, do you really want to stimulate me like this?"

Gu Yelin hooked his thin lips and rubbed Fu Xiyao's long hair. "In fact, you can also be less strong and weaker."

Zuo Li and Mo Zihao both watched Yingying dance, "leaving dusk, I think this Yingying's eyes have fallen on you. Is she in love with you?"

"Leaving dusk, why don't you have a try with this Yingying? Anyway, it's normal for you to be unmarried and have girlfriends."

Ling Limu took out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter. His slender fingers handed the scarlet flame to his thin lips and took a sip. His black eyes hidden behind the smoke looked at the Yingying on the stage and moved away faintly. He looked sideways and looked at the box in front of him.

Fu Xiyao and Gu night Lin sat together in the box, Gu night Lin rubbed her hair, and the intimate appearance was like Gu Yanlin hugging her in her arms.

Ling Limu felt that his fingertips were hot. The original scarlet flame fell down and burned his fingers.

Ling Limu stooped down and buttoned the ash in the ashtray. When he sat up straight, Yingting's back lazily leaned against the sofa. While he was smoking, his deep black eyes looked at the box and fell on Fu Xiyao's small face.

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