The living room is brightly lit and the music is melodious. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe two buffet tables are filled with a variety of delicacies, as well as a variety of wines, drinks and desserts. A group of brightly dressed men and women were walking around and chatting, and the atmosphere was lively.

In the center of the crowd, Guan Mufeng was talking to Mr. Li, and he caught a glimpse of a figure entering the room on the second floor, his expression was slightly cold, and he turned his back to the room, not wanting to see her.

Qiao Yingying, who glanced at the grand scene in the living room, felt a little frustrated. Because she knew that she would definitely not be able to do it so well, no wonder her husband did not trust her. She became more and more depressed, listening to the lively laughter outside, and suddenly didn't want to go out, so she simply sat on the bed to rest. She felt a little hungry again, so she turned out all the snacks and drinks she had packed before, and opened a few packs to eat.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling, her mouth rattling and eating, and her face was a little vicious and naughty. If the pothos saw it, she must know that this was a little temper tantrum.

She walked to the door and listened carefully to the movement outside, and felt that they would definitely not be over for a while, so she simply took off her coat and went into the bed to sleep. She was not in good health, and she quickly fell asleep when she lay down.

At ten o'clock, the guests ran out one after another, and Mi Xue also said goodbye to Guan Mufeng.

She drank a little wine, and her cheeks were crimson and delicate, like ripe peaches, which were extremely attractive.

"Mr. Guan, then I'll leave too, you can rest early." She stared at Guan Mufeng's knife-like resolute features, and her tone was as gentle as water.

"Be careful on the road." Guan Mufeng sent her to the door.

Mi Xue suddenly remembered something and asked Guan Mufeng, "Is Ying Ying gone, I don't seem to have seen her come down." ”

Guan Mufeng said lightly: "Maybe go through the back door." ”

Michelle nodded, looked at him deeply, got into the car and left.

Guan Mufeng returned to the villa, remembering that He Feng had drunk too much and hadn't left, but there was no one in the living room, so he couldn't help frowning.

"Ahh A scream came from the second floor, Guan Mufeng followed the reputation to see the half-open door, and suddenly his heart tightened, and he strode upstairs.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw He Feng, who was full of alcohol, sitting on the ground disheveled, while Qiao Yingying was curled up at the head of the bed, tightly wrapped in the quilt, her little face was full of horror and tears.

His face was extremely cold, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes. He Feng turned his head to see him, and before he could come back to his senses in his drunken mind, he was dragged up by Guan Mufeng by his clothes.

"Old... Lao Guan, listen to my explanation... I didn't... Didn't touch her" He Feng finally reacted and hurriedly explained.

Guan Mufeng blushed, pulled him downstairs all the way, fell onto the sofa, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Someone will pick you up later, go back by yourself." He threw down a sentence coldly and went upstairs again.

Qiao Yingying looked at Guan Mufeng, who was standing at the door, his face was even more ugly than before, thinking that he was going to be angry with himself again, and suddenly he was aggrieved, scared, and panicked.

She cried very sadly, and her tears fell down in large pieces, which made Guan Mufeng feel a little upset.

"Don't cry." For some reason, he was a little irritable, and his tone was heavier.

Qiao Yingying was frightened by him, cried, and saw Guan Mufeng walking towards her in a teary eye, and couldn't help but shrink into the bed.

Seeing her movements, Guan Mufeng immediately stopped, and the anger in his eyes was even stronger. He Feng's house!

"Did he hurt you?" He suppressed his anger and asked as gently as he could.

Qiao Yingying shrank and shook her head.

Guan Mufeng's heart was slightly relieved, and he swept the snack bags, drink bottles, and food scraps scattered on the ground, and frowned: "These are the ones you eat at night?" ”

Qiao Yingying thought of the exquisite dishes enjoyed by those people at the party, as well as the cakes and desserts that she had coveted for a long time but was never willing to buy, and suddenly became even more aggrieved, pouting "um".

Her crying little face was as cute as a pear blossom, and her already pink lips were even more delicate, Guan Mufeng's eyes were thick, and a trace of strangeness rose in her heart. He subconsciously opened his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he walked out the door.