See You Tonight, Master Su

Perhaps this action was too flirtatious. Someone whistled in the darkness below!

Tong Hua's face was burning hot and he was about to speak when the man suddenly spun 360 degrees and bent down with all his might, and the hand that had been around her waist accidentally landed on her hip. A provocative dance move made the national standard dance more ambiguous.

Tong Hua was worried that he would dance so recklessly.

"Zhang Boss, what are you doing?"

"Miss Tong, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." The corners of Cheung street's cold lips curved slightly, looking like he was smiling. But if he looked closely, he would feel that he had never smiled at all.

Tong Hua was shocked.

He had already moved his hand away, and she could not say anything more.

But the audience didn't think so.

Someone started clapping...

Someone started screaming...

Undoubtedly, the pure dance could not adapt to the rhythm of the modern society. Something a little ambiguous could make people more crazy and cause people's nerves to explode. The action of touching the buttocks was more urgent for all the men in the audience to do something that they did not have a chance to do. As a result, the atmosphere of the dinner party became high, almost entering a frenzied high tide stage.

Not sure if he was encouraged, Cheung street seemed to be more enthusiastic. Bring her to bloom in the middle of the stage, let every rhythm of the music serve her, let her bloom in the most soul-stirring beautiful posture -

Such a Tong Hua, that beauty, that color, that smell, that posture, was simply intoxicating to the bone.

What is a demon? This is it!

This kind of Tong Hua almost seduced the enthusiasm of all the men in the room. Other than the inconvenience of bringing his wife along, many other men were screaming. Screams that did not fit their identities, screams that were unimaginable. Without exception, her eyes lingered on her. Or her chest, or her waist, or her hips, or her thighs, without exception, she imagined that the man who was dancing with her was herself, and the place to dance was not the stage above, but the bed in their house. The thought of bed made many men's stomachs dry and hot...

High tide!

The atmosphere was really high!

Just as the high tide was about to break out, there was a sudden' pop' and the crystal lights in the room suddenly turned on.

The light was so strong that many people narrowed their eyes.

The most depressing thing was that the music stopped.

Without the music, who could be happy?!

"I'm late?!"

The man's low but intimidating voice rang out in the suddenly quiet hall, so cold and sinister that it almost pierced everyone's eardrums. The two people who were dancing on the stage had stopped.

Everyone was stunned.

Zuo Ai looked at the man he loved and his face changed.

As Tong Hua had expected, Su Minglang could find her no matter where she was.

However, I never thought it would be in such a situation.

Su Minglang strode across the red carpet in the middle, his chin raised in a cold and arrogant manner, completely ignoring the gaze cast on him from the field, and walked straight towards the two people on the stage. As he passed a stunned waiter, he grabbed a glass of red wine from his tray, drank it all, and then slowly walked up.

No one knew what he was up to.

"Who is he?!" Someone I don't know is already planning.

"Su Minglang!"

"The legendary Su Minglang?... The founder of m & h?"

"Well, I guess so? I haven't."

"... Didn't he never attend such an event? Why are you here today?"

A good dinner party, because of his arrival, suddenly lost control. The host and the organizers exchanged glances and whispered a few words, then watched him walk up the stage, hurriedly under the camera of a group of reporters, walked up to the stage to organize the language, held the microphone and introduced him with a smile.

"Everyone, it's a great honor that Mr. Su Minglang, the big boss of m & h, can come to this charity event today. Now, can we ask Mr. Minglang to say a few words for you? Please, Mr. Su Minglang, where is the applause..."

Poor host, she doesn't know Su Minglang.

What's more, he wasn't here to talk at all.

Ignoring the applause and the beautiful host's beautiful voice, Su Minglang's sharp eyelids were half drooped and the corners of his lips were slightly curved. No emotion could be seen, but the fierce momentum emanating from his whole body made everyone who saw him guess that this man was more difficult to deal with than the legend. And this man seems to be in a bad mood right now.

The distance from the door to the stage was not far, but his pace was vigorous but not fast.

Gu jiyi followed behind, expressionless, as if the entire banquet hall had nothing to do with him.

Tong Hua pursed his lips and remained standing there unmoving.

She couldn't figure out what Su Minglang was up to.

Cheung street's cold, thin lips were smiling, very light, very light, as if not affected by Su Minglang's momentum and pressure.

Finally, Su Minglang walked up to the two of them.

He ignored Cheung street and stood in front of Tong Hua. His big hand gently brushed her cheek, then gently lifted her chin, lowered his head, and slowly looked at her eyebrows, not moving.

Someone was breathing on the court -

Who was that woman?

Hook Cheung street, not thinking that Su Minglang was also fascinated by the soul... What a life-threatening demon!

Tong Hua didn't move either.

For at least a minute, just as she was feeling uneasy, Su Minglang lowered her chin and gently held her small hand. He pinched it in his palm and pulled her straight over. He took the microphone from the embarrassed host's hand and glanced coldly at the audience, not smiling.

"Do you want me to talk? What are you talking about?"

The female host looked at her with a smile. "Mr. Su, whatever you want."

With a soft' oh'sound, Su Minglang's eyes widened into a smile, and he turned to look at Tong Hua, who was so calm and expressionless, and pulled at her shawl and evening dress in a pitiful manner, saying seriously.

"Then you guys have to wait. I'll clean up the juice on madam first!"

This action, this voice, under his unique and outstanding appearance, put him to the extreme of his affectionate style. How many women's hearts have to be broken?

However, almost at the same time, a "Madam" also let everyone know who the woman was.

What ordinary staff? It turned out to be the young lady of the The su family.

With a smile on his face, Su Minglang flung Mike fei to the female host. Without looking at anyone else, he grabbed Tong Hua's hand tightly and walked to the spiral staircase beside him. Following the spotlight, he strode to the third floor.

Whew...

Someone was breathing softly again.

A man with a halo that no one else has can make women lose their minds about her.

A woman without a halo on her body can make any man' help her out at a loss for words'...

But they made a couple?

At this moment, the corridor was full of light and shadows. At that moment, a few people's faces were different from ordinary people's.

Zuo Ai was jealous.

Ai Mu was having fun.

Zhang jie, with a smile, slowly returned to her seat. Subconsciously, his fingertips twirled the hand that had held tong tian.

Upstairs, the room was warm.

Tong Hua looked at the grim-faced young emperor quan. In his movements, his eyes were fixed. Today, he had promised Su Minglang to wait for him, but now he was dragged here by zuo ai, and let him see dancing with Cheung street. Tong Hua was also afraid of being caught.

"What are you doing?"

The man looked at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Their eyes met, and Tong Hua could not see clearly the emotions that flowed from the bottom of his eyes.

I don't know if he's happy, angry, or angry. But the cold air on his body made her instinctively pull her shawl back and stick it to the wall of the bathroom with a transparent mirror.

Sure enough, when she went up to the third floor and entered the room, the man threw her into the bathroom.

"Why did you turn off the phone?" The man looked at her and took another step closer. He stood in front of her and looked down at her. Because of their height, Tong Hua, whose high heels had been thrown off by him, was so pitiful that he could barely reach his shoulder and could only look up at his face.

"It's not that my phone is dead."

"Can't you charge without electricity?"

His aggressive tone made Tong Hua even more nervous.

Her heart was thumping, and she wanted to stand on tiptoes to boost her momentum.

"I only found it when I got in the car."

The man raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly. "At least you're not stupid."

"What do you mean?!" Tong Hua asked without thinking. She wanted to know the meaning of this.

Su Minglang squinted and stared at her pretty face. "It means... Take off your clothes!"

Tong Hua gritted his teeth and suddenly, he realized something. "You know all about it?"

"You think?"

Tong Hua narrowed his eyes slightly and his eyes were watery. "Su Minglang, I'm the little chess piece in your hand, right? You're always looking at the chessboard slowly, and you can do whatever you want, don't you have a special sense of accomplishment?"

Squinting his eyes, the man looked down at her, then slapped her on the head with all his might, messing up her hair like a little dog, and slowly moved closer to her face. "I played chess for you just one step... To make you my woman."

His woman...

After a moment of silence, Tong Hua did not care about the hair on his head and his voice was calm.

"Then why did you come here and wait until I was bullied enough to show up?"

In her angry little roar, Su Minglang suddenly burst into laughter. "Silly woman!"

"Your whole family is stupid!"

Su Minglang's face was cold, and he wanted to get angry. His adam's apple moved and he held it back.

"The preliminary plan for this cooperation case... Part of the information has been leaked!"

Preliminary proposal for the partnership! Part of the information was leaked?

Looking at Su Minglang's calm and calm face, there was no tension at all, and Tong Hua was skeptical of this sentence.

"What a coincidence?! It can't be that peach blossom stuck in your side!"

He raised a sinister brow, and Su Minglang pursed his sharp lips, suddenly making a cold' chi'sound. "I'm going to be early. Why do you think you're showing off?"

Looking up, Tong Hua glared at him and said angrily, "Su Minglang, watch your mouth. Don't go too far!"

"I went overboard? You haven't seen those men, and they all want to devour you?"

"I can't see!" It wasn't anger. Tong Hua really couldn't see down there.

Her eyes darkened, and the fire in the depths of Su Minglang's heart was somehow drawn out again. She suddenly grabbed her hand and, in her struggle, threw away the red shawl on her body. Her big hand tugged at her evening gown with all its might. With a hiss, the beautiful dress suffered twice and turned into a rag.

Her body cooled and Tong Hua exclaimed, "Su Minglang, you're shameless!"

"What is this?"

The man froze, his finger on her chest.

Tong Hua pursed his lips, looked at him, and mocked him. "Don't tell me you've never seen a woman's breasts."

Because evening gowns are often exposed, they usually wear a bra underneath. In that studio today, the stylist gave her a flesh-colored chest patch. At this moment, the little one was stuck to the two white bumps, which were stained with yellow juice. It looked a little awkward, but the more tempting it was...

Staring at the curve, the man's breathing tightened.

He reached out his big hand and gently lifted it. He pressed her hand and buried his head, ignoring the juice that she had not yet cleaned up. His eyes were bloodshot and he grabbed one of them and gnawed it to death.

"How sweet!"

Listening to his hoarse exclamations, Tong Hua's back was against the cold wall, and he was almost unable to stand up. One hand was firmly in front of him, and he roared in a low voice, "Minglang, don't do this. Aren't you still going down? There are so many people waiting for you."

"Whatever!"

"Gu Ji is still outside!" Tong Hua was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Su Minglang inexplicably tightened his grip on her waist and growled unhappily, as if his mood had become more agitated. She paused for a second and lifted her helpless waist with all her might. She placed her long legs between her legs and pressed her down with a great weight, no matter who was waiting in the banquet hall to burn her brows, no matter how embarrassed she was at the moment, she said in a low voice.

"Little monsters who hook up with people everywhere, I really want to... Kill you!"

Tong Hua's neck shrank involuntarily after staring at him for a few seconds with a glare of obvious anger.

It's over!

In an emergency, she quickly relented.

"Honey... No!"

Husband?!

Su Minglang's deep eyes darkened.

There's a play!

Tong Hua looked at his expression and thought to himself that the body that had almost collapsed on his leg had regained its fighting ability. He put one hand on his shoulder and softened his voice. He looked into his eyes and called out softly again.

"Honey, let's talk about something nice. Put me down first."

Su Minglang stared at her with his sharp eyes and remained silent.

What was he thinking? This time, Tong Hua was also stunned.

These two words have such great magic power?

After looking at each other for a long time, Su Minglang suddenly snorted coldly. Her slightly furrowed brows relaxed and her eyes fell on her woman's expectant face.

"Tong Hua, there are more and more tricks, huh?"

Oh, he found out!

The big rock hanging in Tong Hua's heart was lifted again. However, calmness and indifference were essential to her survival. In a moment, she took a deep breath and chuckled softly.

Hubby, what are you and I doing here? Shouldn't you have something important to do now? Have you solved all the company problems?"

"Care about me?" Su Minglang glanced at her, his eyes much clearer, obviously not like the way she had just called him" husband."

After that, he lowered his head and examined her. He couldn't help but twirl her little vermilion fruit to taste the wind and moon.

"If only your heart was as beautiful as it is... How good would it be?"

He was right. Tong Hua's sharp hair was really good looking. It was a little bit small in a ball of white powder, and it turned into a little pink color that made people salivate. With a flick, a gentle wave of pain would shake his heart.

Her heart was stifled, but she did not understand what he meant.

What does it mean that her heart is so beautiful? Why isn't her heart beautiful again?!

Under his gentle twirling, her angry voice trembled.

"Su Minglang, you have some humanity, okay?"

She gritted her teeth and looked like a big, helpless cauliflower. Under the rubbing of his fingertips, his teeth could not bear to grind back and forth. The more I saw him, the hotter and hotter the man was, and the more I wanted to bite her to death.

"Human nature? Well, I really didn't!" Su Minglang smiled wickedly and patted her face. Her eyes narrowed like a poisonous snake ready to devour food. A word almost reached her lips and said, "Good boy, hubby will clean up for you."

"Open it. I can wash it myself." Tong Hua's voice trembled and became hoarse.

"Don't move!" Su Minglang was impatient.

Is the juice good?

Su Minglang must have found it delicious by now, because from the way he cleaned it up, he was eating it carefully and seriously, and the agitated adam's apple was about to slip out of his throat, slowly sucking the juice from the white meat into his mouth. The rhythm was in place, sucking, chewing, licking and biting, and it was obvious that the entrance to the food had completely taken his soul away...

"Su Minglang!"

Tong Hua shuddered and called out to him in a hoarse voice.

The man did not answer her. He glanced at her with his dark eyes and continued to clean them carefully and patiently. Tong Hua pushed him away and struggled helplessly, not knowing that in such a twist, her body was a more beautiful arc.

The bathroom was surrounded by mirrors.

At this time, the image in the mirror, can not be mentioned, not to mention more eye-stimulating.

Her waist-length hair was disheveled like black satin, some on the mirrored walls, some on his shoulders, and her narrow waist was only hung with the juice stained panties, which were laid out tenderly, allowing the man to slowly clean them from top to bottom.

Her eyes were hot and hot. She looked at the embarrassing scene in the mirror, and her body was in terrible pain.

Of course, I can't help but curse.

"Let me go, you bastard!"