Wen Yuzhe's eyes are light.

He dropped his eyes and shook the red wine in his hand leisurely. Suddenly, his lips were lightly hooked and he looked at Wen Shixian. "Miss Wen, if you don't mind, I'll give you a toast."

Wen Yuzhe gets up and walks to Wen Shixian.

Wen Shixian was a little flustered in her eyes, but she soon calmed down and got up politely.

"You're welcome, wenda."

Wen Shixian held up a cocktail, and the two glasses touched each other gently, making a clear sound reverberating in the box.

They looked up, and the drink slipped slowly into their throat.

Lu Yi takes a glance, then twists a hair from the cushion that Wen Shixian just leans on, and holds it in his palm.

"Thank you, Miss Wen."

Wen Yuzhe smiles a little, then sits back to his position, and then raises his eyes to look at Lu Yi.

Lu Yi nodded and clenched his fist more tightly.

Just this scene, naturally fell into the presence of other people's eyes, Mu Wanqing heart secretly surprised.

I suddenly recall that they are both surnamed Wen. Is it true that

Miyazawa naturally noticed this scene, but he locked his eyes on Mu Wanqing.

He approached Wen Shixian and said in a low voice, "do me a favor and give me a glass of wine."

He thinks this method is very good, and he has to try it.

Wen Shixian looks at Gong Lichuan in a puzzled way.

But the man winked at her and poked her twice with his elbow. He didn't know what the hell he was up to.

Wen Shixian got up slowly and handed him a glass of juice. "Qing'er, I'll give you a toast, too. I wish you a speedy recovery of your glory."

Mu Wanqing red lips smile, also got up to return.

Taking advantage of this gap, Miyazawa glanced at the place where the girl had sat, but did not see any hair

His eyes were slightly dim, and his clasped hands became a little blue and white because of too much force.

"Thank you, xian'er." Muwan sat down with juice in his arms.

Ye Yuchen looks at Gong Lichuan with deep eyes. He always thinks that he is strange, so he decides to find out

At the zero degree bar tonight, everyone comes to celebrate the evening, but they all have their own worries. Only Su Xiaoli, who is drunk to mud, is unconscious.

Bo Liang returns to the villa with Su Xiaoli in his arms.

Just on the road, she vomited his filthy body, which made some clean men want to throw her away on the road.

"Uncomfortable..."

Su xiaoliwo is in his arms. He almost breaks his neck by holding his tie hand. He is still restless.

She turned a little pale.

Thin cool see, double eyebrows tightly frown up, "Su Xiaoli, I warn you, dare to spit on me again, you try..."

"Oh..."

Thin cool voice has not yet fallen, Su Xiaoli then suddenly side head, vomit sparse in Hua La, face more white.

At least she didn't vomit on him this time, and she knew to vomit to the side, but she still splashed the dirt on his shoes.

"Su Xiaoli, you..."

"It's hard..." Su Xiaoli exhorted, buried his head in thin cool arms and rubbed it twice like a coquetry.

Bo Liang wanted to scold him, but his heart suddenly softened.

He took a deep breath, then took off his shoes, changed his slippers, hugged Su Xiaoli into the bedroom and threw her on the bed without pity.

Su Xiaoli lay on the bed paralyzed, drunk unconscious.

"Change your clothes." Bo Liang took her pajamas from the cloakroom, threw them directly to the bed, and said in a tone of command.

Su Xiaoli Baji two small mouth, ignore him.

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