Who is she?

She was a woman he couldn't get and couldn't have in his life.

The bitter mockery in Jiang Dushen's eyes swept over, and he raised the wine in his hand, "I'll drink it." ”

The red lips instantly raised mockery, it seemed that she was thinking too much.

Jiang Xiran waved his hand to mediate the atmosphere, "Come on, come on, come again." ”

In the third round, turn to Mu Yunsheng.

About half a minute passed.

She blinked, "Isn't anyone going to ask me questions?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the man's deep voice sounded in her ears, "Why, suddenly you don't love me anymore?"

Jiang Xiran silently drank a glass of wine, truth or dare this kind of game is really not suitable for playing, what is this exciting problem?

How do you feel that everything is thunder.

She shook the goblet in her hand, the red liquid was reflected in the peach blossom eyes, and her low and soft voice spoke lightly, without any ups and downs,

"If you don't love this kind of thing, no matter what is sudden, it is all accumulated one by one, but at a certain point, I feel that I can't hold on anymore, so I don't want to love it. ”

With that, she drank the wine.

This answer, for Jiang Dushen's question, she was lying, after all, she had never loved him.

However, I don't know why, as if she had prepared such a set of words in her mind, let her answer him like this.

So she answered him and drank too.

It was as if someone had suddenly opened a hole in the heart, and the wind followed the mouth and suddenly invaded.

His thin lips pursed slightly, his Adam's apple rolled unnaturally, and he picked up the wine and sipped it off.

Mu Yunsheng chuckled, "I'll turn the pen." ”

Coincidentally, Jiang Xiran, the only one who was not asked, was finally recruited.

She blinked and smiled brightly, "Ask me." ”

They were silent, waiting for Jiang Moshi's question.

But for a long time, no one spoke.

Jiang Dushen coughed, "Moshi, you don't have anything to ask about dyeing?"

The man's face was pale, and his thin lips opened and closed indifferently, "No." ”

Jiang Xiran's smile froze on his face for a moment.

Mu Yunsheng came to the rescue, "Dye, are you so beautiful, do you want to shoot TV with me?"

Her smile was like embarrassment as if she had been forced out, and the wine kept pouring into her mouth, "No." ”

The sweet and sour red wine enters the throat, as if soaked in the bones and blood, and the heart is cold.

Soon, the next round.

Perhaps it was the awkward anxiety of the atmosphere, and everyone naturally drank silently.

Glass after glass of red wine went down, but Jiang Xiran felt more and more hot in his body.

Mu Yunsheng saw that the effect of the medicine was almost over, she pressed her eyebrows, "I seem to have drunk a little too much." ”

With that, she naturally fell to his chest.

Jiang Du hugged her deeply, "Shengsheng is drunk, then let's go back and rest first." ”

Jiang Dushen and Mu Yunsheng glanced at each other, and he said to Jiang Moshi, "Take care of the dyeing." ”

Jiang Xiran began to pull the bathrobe, as if she was starting to get confused, and dragged Jiang Moshi's bathrobe, "I seem to be a little hot... When you are in ink, you hug me..."

Jiang Dushen picked up Mu Yunsheng and hurriedly slipped away.

The hustle and bustle of the huge room dispersed.

Jiang Moshi was still sitting in his seat, lowering his eyes at the woman lying in his arms.

His Adam's apple rolled unnaturally, and a faint image of black suddenly appeared in his mind.

Jiang Xiran raised his hand and opened his neckline more.

He closed his eyes, restrained himself from looking at her, and a wry smile appeared on his thin lips, what should I do with her?

After so many years by her side, he couldn't figure out what kind of feelings he had for her.

Who else can he like if he doesn't like her?

But he couldn't love her.

No......

She tugged at his baggy bathrobe, and at some point she climbed onto him from the seat next to her.