Rong Yan frowned, first looked at the hand, Shen Qingyin knew that he was dirty, and hurriedly let go, and then his eyes moved to her dirty face, and there was a moment of confusion.

"Stinky bitch, Rong Shao's clothes are also something you can touch!" Brother Long was worried that she would anger Rong Yan, and he was afraid that the duck in his mouth would fly, so his fat slap was raised.

"Rong Shao, I'm 32E. She said quickly: "I have been waiting for you since yesterday, but unfortunately you didn't come until the end of the game!"

Brother Long's hand that was about to fall was gently blocked by Rong Yan, and he could only withdraw his hand with a sneer.

Rong Yan took two steps forward from the darkness of the halo, stood in the bright place, condescended to bend down, raised Shen Qingyin's chin and looked at it carefully, his slightly cool fingers fell on the red slap print, and pressed hard, and Shen Qingyin, who was in pain, gasped.

"How?" the man's tone was neither light nor serious, and it was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

Shen Qingyin's tears of pain fell, and he looked up at the man, but he was smart and didn't complain.

The man tilted his head, as if with pretentious malice, and glanced at the manager on duty.

The manager on duty waved his hand again and again: "Rong Shao, this matter has nothing to do with me!"

"Every time I see you, you look like a ghost, clean up and come to the No. 1 box!" Rong Yan's tone was mean, let go of Shen Qingyin, straightened up, took the handkerchief handed by A Jun and slowly wiped his fingers, from beginning to end, his eyes did not sweep to Brother Long's body.

Brother Long was already in cold sweat on his forehead, and he was respectfully stacked by the corridor wall with a group of younger brothers, and he didn't dare to come out.

Just when he thought he had escaped, Rong Yan's cold gaze suddenly fell on his hand, where a few women's black hair were entangled: "How dare you treat my woman so rudely, I haven't even eaten my mouth!" His tone was low, but it was unusually clear in the noisy bar, and Brother Long's back was numb when he heard it: "Ah Jun, you know what to do!"

After speaking, he didn't look at the pale faces of the group anymore, and walked away.

Shen Qingyin changed her clothes in the dressing room, and was looking in the mirror to check the injuries on her face, when she saw Sasha pushing the door in annoyance, she glared at her fiercely with a gloomy face, and slammed the wardrobe door crackling when she changed clothes.

She wasn't in the mood to appease others now, so she walked outside Box No. 1, took a deep breath, and tried to adjust her smile before pushing open the door and walking in.

The door closed slowly behind her, completely cutting off the hustle and bustle outside.

In the box sat the group of people from before, who seemed to be Rong Yan's subordinates, and he alone occupied the widest main sofa facing the door, crossed his legs, and stacked them on the coffee table in front of him.

The subordinates all raised their eyes to look at her, but none of them said much, and there was silence in the box, except for the sound of men's heels tapping on the table.

She subconsciously felt dangerous, and the eyes of the man in the position were half-squinted, staring at her for a moment, his hands spread on the back of the chair, like a hunter who was bound to win.

She is now completely without makeup, much worse than what she saw before, half of her face is high and swollen, not only is it not ugly, but there is a pure and pitiful beauty, which makes people can't help but want to be ruthless.

Rong Yan's throat tightened a little.

"Rong Shao, is this how the matter over there has been handled?" Ah Jun asked.

Only then did Shen Qingyin realize that it was his own entry that interrupted the conversation between them.

"Well, clean up!," the man replied lazily.

"It's not the first time I've dealt with it, and I won't leave a clue. ”

Shen Qingyin pretended not to hear anything, glanced at it, and found that the wine bottle was open, but the wine had not yet been mixed.

"Rong Shao, I'll make a toast for you!" she half-knelt on the soft blanket, and with the previous two experiences, this time she straightened her upper body, although tired, she could avoid walking naked.

The man's falcon-like gaze lingered on her without fear.

In a few moments, she had already mixed the wine.

Rong Yan lowered his feet, leaned forward, and along his open neckline, Shen Qingyin saw the strong chest muscles inside him, and the unique hormonal smell emanating from his body broke into the end of his nose.

He picked up the glass of wine that Shen Qingyin pushed in front of him and drank it all. The silky liquor moistened his sexy thin lips, and he stuck out his tongue and hooked a drop of wine from the corner of his mouth, full of ambiguity, and the wide box instantly became cramped.

The man's magnified handsome face was in front of him: "I saved you, shouldn't you say something?"

Shen Qingyin had a flattering smile on the corner of his mouth, his soft body moved, and his slender hand picked up a glass of wine on the table: "Naturally, there should be something to show it, I respect three glasses less." ”

She swallowed three glasses of wine without hesitation, and the concentration of the wine after blending was not high, but she drank it in a hurry, and her face was already flushed.

"Your expression is too perfunctory, I have never lacked women to accompany the wine. ”

Shen Qingyin was still struggling with death: "Rong Shao is young and promising, I really can't think of what else you will lack." ”

The implication is that there is naturally no shortage of her small returns.

"No, you're wrong!" Rong Yan picked up a glass of wine and poured it down her chest, the rich wine flowing down the ravine, flowing down her waist, spreading on the white fabric, and finally between her legs a puddle of different shades of color.

"I lack a woman to sleep with. Rong Yan stared at her, and his eyes burned with scorching fire.

His cool fingers caressed her, rubbing against her sensitive collarbone, the texture of fine silk skin stimulating the man, making every cell of him move.

He was so close that he could smell a faint smell of her.

It's like the first smell of fresh air when you open the window in the morning, and even in such a masculine box, this smell is not covered.

"What brand of perfume do you use?" he had never smelled from any woman.

"Rong Shao, I never use perfume. Shen Qingyin lowered his head and replied, and secretly poked and poked silently to open up a trace of distance between the two.

The man's voice was hoarse: "That's the taste of a chu girl on your body, accompany me tonight and make a price!"