Yange bit his lip slightly, staring down at the tip of his shoe, motionless, taking his words to the ear.

Zhu Yan went in two steps and carried her directly to his shoulders.

He did not send Yange back to the Zhao family, nor did he send Yange back to the villa just now.

Instead, I took a song to a restaurant.

The meal was rich, but the protagonist on the table was wine.

"Since I'm going to cut it off with me in the future, I must drink this glass of breakup."

He put the glass in her hand: "Taste, this wine tastes sweet and sour, which is very good."

The taste is good, but the wine is very strong, and it has become a weapon for dating women.

Pour a glass.

Yange murmured, "Thank you Mr. Zhu for taking care of me for this time."

Her slightly pale lips took a sip of wine.

Ben's chapped lips immediately seemed to be covered with rain dew petals, moisturizing and tempting people to kiss.

I think the taste of this wine is really sour and sweet.

Yan Ge raised his eyes and smiled at Zhu Zhu with pursed lips.

When she laughed like this, her eyes were slightly raised, coquettish and charming, and her eyes were watery, pure and clean.

Zhu Yan pressed his heart's desires and laughed: "It's all so old, no matter how old you are, you can't grow old."

"Mr. Zhu is not old at all."

"You think I'm old."

Yange stuck, shook his head and said, "I'm bullshit, don't take it to heart."

"Then punish yourself for a drink," he stared at her, and said, "Drink a drink, nothing has happened."

Yan Song finished a cup immediately.

At a big meal, Yan Ge even lost the strength to leave the table, softly nested in a chair, staring at the magpies with a smile.

Zhu Yan looked at her misty eyes, her face flushed, and she looked like a non-smile, without the previous restraint, when she smiled at him, it seemed provocative.

The head of his heart was ignited by a fire, and his thirst was burned instantly.

He leaned closer to her and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

The voice was soft and drowning.

Yan Ge listened to his words, his shoulders trembling slightly with a smile, and he pointed his fingers at his nose and said, "Old bacon."

Zhu Yan: ... he couldn't figure out whether these three words were boasting about him.

"Oh?" Zhu Yan pinched her nose: "What is old bacon?"

Yan Yang raised his chin: "Everyone can eat is the old bacon, and the magpies are the old bacon. Any woman can take a bite, and it's dirty and stinky.

He also said that he was dirty and smelly, numb!

Zhu Yuan: ...

Okay, ok, that's not to praise him at all.

He hugged people horizontally and walked out.

Knowing she was drunk, she said all the drunk words, but she was still reconciled and asked, "Isn't everything good?"

Yan Ge stared blankly and thought: "Very nice, little pig."

This was before him, and it would really kill someone, but now, listening to her soft voice, I just thought it was funny: "What else? Anything else?"

"It's better than my father." Yan Ge choked his neck and murmured, "My father will hit me and scold me, Mr. Zhu will not."

She lifted her head, kissed him on the chin, and kissed him on the nose: "Better than my father, he will be especially good for his daughter, but I am not his daughter."