Compared to the suspicious wine with a full face, the night ink cold sees the little woman in front of her eyes, and her face is ignorant and incomprehensible.

In recent days, because there are too many people around, he can't meet this little woman alone. There are still many words, and he can't talk to this little woman.

It’s not easy, they are back, this little woman, but still did not continue to talk about the meaning of the last topic.

Sometimes, he did not know, the thought of this little woman, thinking of this, the night of the cold heart can not help but some helpless.

At this moment, goodbye to this little woman, full of doubts and ignorance, under the moonlight, it is the young woman, the more delicate and delicate.

There is also a delicate little face, how to look at it, how can it be fascinating and beautiful?

Also let him heart!

When I thought of it, the night of the cold ink was first moved, and then I quickly leaned down and stretched my hand.

Su wine only feels a tight waist, the next moment, the whole person, they are tightly caught in their arms by the night.

Still not waiting for her reaction, Su wine only feels her forehead, has been gently kissed by the man...

The man’s kiss, like a little bit of water, is a little lighter, and then he has quickly left.

The speed is fast, and it is not waiting for the wine to react.

I only think that the forehead, warm, hot, is the kiss of a man...

Thinking of this, the heart of Su wine was shocked, and the whole person was completely shocked.

The exquisite little face, at this moment, is even more stunned and stunned!

I don't know, how cute it is now, in the eyes of the night!

The helplessness and disappointment of the previous ones have all disappeared.

The red lips are slightly open, and the night is cold and cold.

"Oh, little fool..."

The night is cold, the eyebrows are stretched, the red lips are hooked, and the tone is full of concealed pets!

After saying this, the night ink has turned and strode away.

Taking advantage of the beautiful figure of the night and the cold, the farther and farther away, finally, completely disappeared in your own sight, the wine wine suddenly awakened.

Reaching out and gently touching his full forehead.

Here, as if, there is still the warmth on the cold lips of the night...

Thinking of this, the corner of the wine wine mouth can not help but gently, only feel the heart, sweet and savory...

......

At the same time, the other side -

The night was deep, and the outside was quiet. Everyone except the guards on duty, everyone had already fallen asleep.

However, in the Qianyu Pavilion of the 19th King's House, it is still brightly lit!

The breeze slowly, and the carved window opened slowly, and the curtains of the pavilion swayed, and the gauze swayed...

At this moment, it should have been quiet. However, the two people in the Qianyu Pavilion still sang songs on the wine, drunk and drunk.

"Ha ha ha, night Moyu, come and come, do this! Let all the troubles stay away from us!"

Rosena held a glass of wine in her hand and smiled at the night of the night, sitting in front of herself and drinking red.

When I heard Rosena’s words, I drunk the night of the drunken night, and I immediately swayed and raised my glass of wine in my hand and grinned.

"Ha ha ha... well, let all the troubles of the ghosts, stay away from us, hahaha..."

Night Moyu opened his mouth and smiled. Immediately, he raised the handsome face and dried up the glass of fine wine.

After finishing the cup of fine wine, the night ink was not smiling on the face, but the sorrow and sadness in the eyes still could not be dissipated.

Lifting the beautiful Danfeng 布 that is full of drunkenness, the night of the ink and the eyebrows, all helpless grief.

"Before, I always listened to others saying that I was drunk and solved a thousand years. Why, now, I drank so much wine, my heart is still so bitter!? Senna, you tell me!? Am I stupid!?"

Night Moyu opened his mouth and his voice was a little sobbing.

Looking at Rosena's gaze is like being a lost child, so helpless.

Even let Rossena see, my heart can not help but sigh.

After all, this one is the man she likes for many years.

She doesn't know if she is stupid or what.

For so many years, for the man in front of me, I just remember it.

Regardless of this man, it was the little boy who was the first time in the past, or the man who was trapped by the present, still let her heart.

Perhaps she owed this man.

However, even if it is love, love is love, and her Rosena is also tolerant.

Nowadays, taking advantage of the man you like, and the sadness of being for others, Rosena’s heart is like a five-flavored bottle that has been overturned.

My heart was annoyed, sad, bitter, and finally, it turned into a distress for this man...

If it is ok, she still prefers to see the appearance of this man's temperament, which is better than his present, this is not alive.

Thinking of this, Rosena took out the wine in her hand, and opened her lips, and said.

"Stupid! You are stupid! Just, everyone, will be stupid once, some, even several times, some people, once stupid, have been so stupid! Just, this is normal, in life, who Not stupid once!!"

Just like her, a stupid, it’s a lifetime...

Ming knows that this man will not like her, however, she likes him stupidly.

She is with him, in fact, is not the same kind of person! ?

Thinking of this, Rosena is even more bitter.

Compared to Rosena, who was bitter, Night Moyu heard Rosena’s words and only smiled.

"Oh, yeah, stupid, I am so stupid, stupid love someone who can never like, Senna, do you understand my feelings?? I am now, really heartache, my heart, my heart, It seems to be like a million arrows, bloody, why, like a person, is such a painful thing!? Senna, do you understand my pain now??"

Having said that, Night Moyu only feels guilty, it hurts.

He is so painful that he can't breathe.

Now, the only thing he wants to do is to paralyze his own heart, so that his heart will not hurt like this now...

Thinking of this, Night Moyu immediately put down the white jade glass in his hand, and then picked up the jar on the table. Then he raised the handsome face and poured the wine.

Looking at the night ink, it seems to be filled with boiled water.

The crystal clear wine, constantly flowing out of his mouth, overflowing his cheeks, the tears on his face blended into one, and then can't tell, those are wine, those are tears...