3 Revenge 1
Looking back at Lin Xiaotian in the hall, who was enjoying himself in the spring breeze, chatting happily with the celebrities and gentlemen who came to the banquet, the corners of Yue Qingyun's mouth curved upwards, and smiled sweetly at the handsome guy passing by her.

Seeing Yue Qingyun's extremely innocent smile, the handsome guy's eyes lit up, he was such a pure and lovely little white rabbit.

A smile suddenly appeared on the handsome guy's face, he raised his eyebrows evilly, walked to Yue Qingyun's side, and deliberately lowered his voice with a touch of teasing: "Miss, is there anything I can do for you?"

Yue Qingyun nodded, stretched out her Qianqian finger and pointed to the secluded garden: "Well, I want to go to the garden."

The handsome guy looked at Yue Qingyun's fingers, and immediately smiled into a flower. At such a reception, a woman alone invites a man to a secluded garden, which has many meanings.

Most likely...

Thinking of the most likely thing, the handsome guy's heart skipped a beat. Unexpectedly, this obedient little white rabbit also likes this kind of game.

His arm had already reached Yue Qingyun's waist: "I am extremely happy."

Before his hand touched Yue Qingyun's waist, something suddenly appeared in his hand.

Cocktail glass in hand with moon clear clouds.

The sweet smile on Yue Qingyun's face looked even more pure, and his eyes smiled into a crescent moon: "Then please help me put it back on the table."

Before the handsome guy could react, Yue Qingyun turned around and walked towards the garden.

"You won't wait for me?"

The handsome guy raised the extra wine glass in his hand, and the smile on his face was no longer so bright.

Yue Qingyun pouted slightly: "Please, I just want to walk alone."

"Then you call me..."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Qingyun showed a surprised expression in his eyes: "Didn't I say that, I ask you to help me put the wine glass back."

Watching the bright flower on the handsome man's face officially wither, Yue Qingyun smiled, stepped on the thin high-heeled shoes before turning to leave, blinked mischievously, stretched out his hand to imprint on his lips, and blew a kiss: "Thanks."

(End of this chapter)

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