President Hunting Love is too fierce

Bai Ling also sat silently on the bed, her face was slightly pale, her mind was empty, and she breathed gently in this silence.

She never knew how to face him.

Thinking that when he walked in, he would laugh at himself and mock himself like he did on the red carpet yesterday.

But he had a strange attitude and remained silent.

It made her not know how to face him. [

The relationship between them is said to be unfamiliar, but they were once very close in a sense, it is difficult to define their relationship.

And she couldn't figure out his attitude towards her, whether it was resentment or...

She smiled wryly, probably out of resentment, when she threw away the ring that day, she said those stabbing words to him who proposed.

It is estimated that no man can bear such trampling on dignity, not to mention a man as high as him must feel ashamed and hate her unfeelingly.

After going through that kind of thing, even if he originally had a good impression of her, it probably turned into resentment.

So what is his reason for saving himself?

Bai Ling secretly sighed, suddenly felt chest tightness, and didn't want to think about this complicated matter anymore.

In a trance, I heard the sound of wine being poured into the glass.

She raised her head in surprise, her eyes fixed on the figure of Mo Fei not far away, who was pouring wine lonely.

The golden wine reflects a mellow luster in the goblet.

The faint scent of whiskey wafts in the air.

Bai Ling couldn't help being taken aback.

Then I saw him drink three cups in a row without hesitation, without changing his face.

She couldn't help being shocked, and looked at his expression with a smile on his face in astonishment, and suddenly a trace of discomfort welled up in the bottom of her heart.

Now in the early morning, he was actually drinking.

And drink such a strong wine that hurts the body.

Also had three drinks.

She couldn't help but blurted out to stop it: "Mofei, stop drinking, drinking strong alcohol in the early morning, are you crazy?"

Mo Fei's hand that was about to pour the wine froze, his body stiffened slightly, and he looked back at her quietly, with a strange light in his eyes. [

As soon as Bai Ling said it, she regretted it a little.

With his reproachful tone, he might feel that he is meddling in his own business!

"Sorry, pretend I didn't say it!" She looked away.

Mo Fei's eyes darkened, he snorted, picked up the wine glass, and shook the golden liquid inside, with an intoxicated expression in his eyes.

"Alcohol is a good thing, drink it when you want to drink it, why separate morning and evening, for me it has only one meaning, that is indulgence, indulge yourself freely, enjoy yourself when you want, then you don't waste your life, right? "