The Queen of Gossip

Luo Xichen turned on the phone, four missed calls, two text messages, all from Mechelle.

【Lucifer, I want to see you in the royal harem. 】

[Lucifer, why didn't you answer my call, as long as you come to see me, I promise to break up with you. 】

When Luo Xichen saw the second text message, the corners of Luo Xichen's eyes twitched violently.He called Mechelle.

"Is what you said true?"

"Lucifer, is that you? I've arrived at the Royal Harem, box V38, and I've been waiting for you."

Luo Xichen frowned, and said, "As long as I go, you promise to break up with me and stop entanglement."

"Yeah, come on, just treat it as a breakup meal with me."

"Well, okay, I'll be there in a moment."

Luo Xichen pressed the car key and drove towards the royal harem.

As long as he endured it one more time, he could say goodbye to that woman completely.

As long as tonight is over, Wan Qing won't have to worry about Mechelle anymore.

Thinking of this, Luo Xichen speeded up the car, with a dazzling smile that he used to have on his lips.

Mechelle was wearing a sexy purple deep V dress, sitting in the box of V38, looking at the table full of meals and an opened bottle of Hennessy.

She took out a delicate little bottle from her pocket, poured out two white pills, and put them into Hennessy's wine bottle.

Soon, the white pills were dissolved and dispersed in the golden liquid without any trace.

The corners of Mechelle's lips curled into a bewitching arc, and her blue eyes were extremely seductive.

After a while, the door of V38 opened, and Luo Xichen walked in, staring straight at her carefully dressed alluring girl.

"How did you make yourself like this?" He frowned slightly.

Mechelle raised her smooth chin proudly, and said, "Isn't it good-looking? This suit was given to me by your stepmother."

Su Jiuge?Nine sons?

What did she do to send clothes to Mechelle?It's still this extremely sexy style that doesn't look like a serious woman's style.

"What are you doing?" Bing eyes narrowed dangerously, Luo Xichen's expression darkened.

Mechelle didn't answer him, but poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Luo Xichen, and held the other in her hand.

"Cheers." She raised her glass, "Cheers to our successful breakup."

Luo Xichen froze for a moment, took the goblet and took a sip.

Mechelle's blue eyes flashed across the color, and after taking a sip, she raised her glass again: "This time, let's drink it up. According to a Chinese saying, from now on, marriage between men and women has nothing to do with each other."

"I agree with this sentence." There was finally a smile on the corner of Luo Xichen's lips.

This time, he drank it without hesitation.

Mechelle kept staring at him to drink it up, her lips pressed against the rim of the glass, and she remained still only 0.01 centimeter away from the golden liquid.

Luo Xichen felt dizzy for a while, and the scene in front of him suddenly became blurred, and Mechelle's purple figure also turned into countless ghosts, dangling around.

In less than ten seconds, his eyelids could no longer support him, and he collapsed on the table.

A smug smile curled up on the corner of Mechelle's lips, she called the waiter, and said, "My husband is drunk, please help me send him to the reserved room, the room number is 3008."