I don't want a second-hand man: my wife turns over

"Old friend?" Gao Ce raised his eyebrows. He remembered that Xiao Zeyang, his cousin, grew up in City B since he was born, but he never had friends with him in City A!

"Yeah, bro, be patient, okay? Don't worry, it's going to be wonderful!" Xiao Zeyang pursed his lips, smiling somewhat mysteriously.

While talking, Xiao Zeyang's eyes slightly moved aside, and quickly found the old man in the darkness.

The scorching brilliance flowed endlessly in the bottom of the eyes, blooming a charming brilliance.

He has been waiting for this moment for a long time, it has been so difficult, and now, he is really ready to move >

"Miss, let's have a glass of whiskey!" Xiao Zeyang's voice was a little out of breath, but it showed his acquaintance even more.

When Li slowly heard the familiar voice, a smile appeared on his face. He had been looking for Xiao Zeyang for a long time, and it turned out that he was hiding in such an inconspicuous corner.

The colorful lights in the sky and the world flickered, and Li Huanhuan didn't notice that there was a person opposite Xiao Zeyang at all, so when he appeared with a bottle of whiskey, he was slightly taken aback.

Gao Ce was absent-mindedly shaking the ice cubes in the wine glass, with a look of disinterest on his face.

"No, brother, the old friend is here, aren't you curious?" Xiao Zeyang said while gently pushing Gao Ce.

Gao Ce snorted coldly, and glanced over with a bit of coldness.

Suddenly, surprise flashed across his condensed eyes, but it was only for a second, and then he looked normal again.

It turned out that the old friend Xiao Zeyang was talking about was her!

He should have thought of it earlier, when Xiao Zeyang lived in Gao's house when he was a child, the three of them played together to grow up.

Li Huanhuan, dressed in a flirtatious red dress, fully displayed her seductive and perfect curves. Her long hair, wavy like seaweed, was draped over her smooth and delicate shoulders in various styles, and her face was dotted with bright make-up.

Gao Ce was disdainful in his heart, the more he lived, the more he wanted to be a prostitute.

Lifting his head, he glanced at Xiao Zeyang, with a hint of disdain, and said lightly: "Is this the purpose of you trying so hard to trick me all afternoon?"