Master Mo's beloved wife

Qin Xiaolou's pores were closed, which made her gasp.

She was biting her lower lip to death. After her lips turned white, she became as red as blood.

Eyes stare so round, looking at Mo QingHan without blinking, hoping that Mo QingHan can find her existence.

She tried to restrain herself and clenched her hands. She had a stomachache, but she always stood straight and didn't show any weakness.

Facing the people in front of her, she would never allow herself to fall down again and again.

Her face was white with pain, and her lips were white with lipstick.

If it were not for the color of the lipstick, in the half dim light, if anyone thought she was a lonely soul, maybe.

This kind of sound and color field, buried how many beauties.

She pinched the document in her hand and hid it behind her.

At this time, ye Junfei made a wink, and the person beside the voice immediately got up knowingly.

"Beauty, sit here." That's right next to ye Junfei.

She looked in the past, just to ye Junfei's line of sight, has been no expression of the face, this time the corners of the mouth even raised a smile.

The original cold face, also because of this smile suddenly become evil, let her heart jump, quickly moved away from sight, low head dare not look.

But even so, she will die, can feel the two full of malicious vision, in her head, thorn of her scalp numb, for a long time did not leave.

He's forcing her. He's forcing her with that document, but he's not in a hurry to kill the prey. It seems that he's waiting for the prey to yield and be swallowed by him

At this time, Tong Weiwei spoke again, still with a smiling face.

But let her look at the feeling of standing high, as if charity general said:

"Miss Qin, are you not coming? Everyone is waiting! "

That means that she seems to be saying that she doesn't know how to praise her and who she is.

Also don't see how she is a humble person, how can let so many big people wait for her!

As soon as the words came out, the faces of the people present were covered with a shadow. Their indifferent eyes passed her, but they looked at her in a wrong way, as if they were laughing at her ignorance.

There was a sneer, but Qin Xiaolou heard it.

I'm afraid all the people have heard it. The sneer is Ye Cheng, the owner of the bar.

Qin Xiaolou took a deep breath, forced his stomach discomfort and walked inside with a smile.

Now that she's here, she's not afraid of them. Even if it's a sea of fire, she dares to break through!

However, as soon as she looked at the face of Mo QingHan, her stomach seemed to be more painful, so painful that every cell was screaming.

"Mr. Ye, I'm not feeling well. Let's talk about it another day." She said euphemistically.

Ye Cheng sneered and said, "big face, how can you sit next to Ye Shao!

Your eyes are sticky, and the ink has never come down on your body. Now women are all in hot water. "

This next ye Junfei also slightly cold face, "you do not speak, did not treat you as dumb."

Ye chengyizhi, Baji Baji mouth, although the expression is not happy, but also did not speak.

"Junfei, Ye Cheng is right. It's not good to let her stand all the time. If she doesn't want to stay, we won't force her." Tong Weiwei smiles.

Qin Xiaolou blocked his chest, but he had to smile at the corner of his mouth, and his nails were pinched into the meat.

Tong Weiwei's words are obviously Schadenfreude, deliberately adding fuel to the fire.

Now, she can't go any more. If she does, she will offend the people in this room.

"Come here, assistant Qin!" Ye Junfei waved irresistibly.

She finally sat down.

A small Qin Xiaolou, why let so many noble people wait for her?

During the dinner, they talked as if nothing had happened, completely isolating her.

Although she is also the adopted daughter of Mohism, she is far from the class of these people, and the content of the chat is completely out of her reach.

There is a row of expensive wine on the crystal table, red and white mixed, which is very good-looking.

They start from chatting and turn the bottle, which just points to Tong Weiwei.

"Have a drink! Have a drink

The crowd didn't know when to start to coax. Tong Weiwei took a glass of wine generously, and chuckled at the corner of her mouth. The wine in the glass was about to bottom out.

One side of the ink light cold suddenly grabbed her cup, and then quietly drank the rest of the half cup of wine.

The crowd sighed, and the bottle turned again.

Qin Xiaolou suddenly feels Ye Cheng's sight and raises his eyes to bump into his malicious smile.

Her heart beat, sure enough, the bottle safely stopped in front of her.

"Miss Qin, I'm sure you won't stop drinking, will you?" Ye Cheng said defiantly.

Qin Xiaolou grinned stiffly, took the cup and drank it. The burning sensation burned all the way from her throat to her stomach, which almost made her whole body burn.

Interestingly, the next bottles are all transferred to her. If it's luck, she can really buy lottery tickets.

If ye Chengjiao's malice is not linked together, she will think so.

It's another cup, her brow is wrinkled tightly, and her pale cold sweat exudes.

Ye Junfei couldn't help showing his interest.

"You can choose to leave now, or... Please."

He gently exhaled close to her ear, in the eyes of outsiders, ambiguous.

"If I leave, I can treat it as if nothing happened today." He took her hand.

Qin Xiaolou grinned bitterly and came to this step. If she ran away, would the humiliation and embarrassment she had just suffered turn into nothing? She would never be reconciled!

If you ask her to ask him, she won't drink the wine.

Qin Xiaolou took the glass in another hand and drank it up.

"Light cold, do you think Miss Qin can drink like this..."

Tong Weiwei's voice of false concern never fell to her ears.

Qin Xiaolou suddenly tensed her nerves, and the next answer was like a magic spell, tightly hooping her, which made her pain into her heart and lungs.

"What do you care so much about other people's affairs?"

His cold words, heartless taste, like this cold thin night, bitter long very.

"Stop drinking. Do you want to die?"

Ye Junfei's eyes fell on the empty cups and frowned.

Qin Xiaolou shook his head with a smile, and his eyes began to look crazy.

Drink one cup after another into the stomach, drink to this point, has long been no deliberate play, but she is in the wine to vent their painful mood.

The wine bottle in Ye Cheng's hand is still spinning.

"Enough."

Ye Junfei said faintly, grabbing the wine in Qin Xiaolou's hand and drinking it with his head up.

He looked at Ye Cheng coldly. Ye Cheng stopped angrily and changed the topic. Suddenly, the private room began to warm up again.

Qin Xiaolou sat in his seat silently, covering his stomach tightly. His fingers clasped the skin of his stomach tightly, and he pulled it into a ball and pressed it down hard.