In the dark corner, a man sat with his back to him, silently playing with the wine glass in his hand, the crystal liquid seemed to have a faint light. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Dressed in a three-piece suit made of gray checkered fabric, he looks tall and slender. Hands resting elegantly on their laps, tapping lightly, eyes lowered. The side face that is carefully carved by the master's hand, ghostly and exquisite, even every line is thrilling and perfect, and the pair of ice blue eyes under the sword eyebrows are even more noble, even if you don't look at it, you can feel the faint coercion in it. His thin lips were pursed, revealing a cold temperament that rejected people thousands of miles away.

This man, like a god high above, is unattainable. To be precise, what really attracts attention is not his handsome appearance, but the temperament that has been precipitated in his bones over the years and cannot be ignored, which is the bearing and luxury that have been cultivated from a long time in a high position.

Her intuition told her that this dazzling man who could be called an emperor was quite dangerous, like a dormant beast, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"To put it lightly, this is my cousin, Jun Qingyin." Song Jing's face was proud.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Jun Qingyin. I'm Ye Qingyan. Whispering held out his hand to the man who had already stood up.

He gently shook his hand. "Hello." The voice is deep and magnetic.

I am really stupid, I am a little smiling lightly, and I can make Song Jing, a princeling who is not afraid of heaven and earth, admire the existence, except for his cousin, Jun Qingyin, the next head of the Jun family headed by the four families in Beijing, who else can there be.

The Shangjing family is headed by the Jun, Xiao, Song, and Han families, and among these four, only the Jun family is the main one, and the Jun family is standing at the top of the country, and the existence of the political and military circles can be trembling with a stomp. Jun Qingyin, the third generation of the top family in Shangjing, the man at the top of the princeling circle.

However, with his mixed-race identity, he can successfully become the next head of the family, which shows that this man's means and thoughts are simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people. For some reason, another face suddenly appeared in Qingyan's mind, the man he met by chance in the restaurant, the same spirit, the same powerful aura, if these two met, what kind of scene it would be, Qingyan is really unimaginable.

A group of people can be regarded as knowing each other, ordering a bunch of wine, sitting together, Han Qi, who is not honest, is also rarely well-behaved, and no longer clamoring to dance and fight.

When the atmosphere reached the climax, it was naturally high, and Qingyan also drank some wine in this atmosphere, but it was a fruit wine with a lower degree, the color was gorgeous but not intoxicating, of course, it was not intoxicating and only lightly said his own thoughts, so after only two glasses of wine, Qingyan's face turned red, his eyes were also a little blurry, and his ice and snow skin was lined with a little crimson, which was stunning and beautiful.

He blinked his hazy eyes, shook his empty glass, pouted, and took another glass. As soon as she took it back, one hand snatched away the cocktail in her hand, tilted her head lightly, and pulled Jun Qingyin's suit sleeve aggrievedly: "My wine... Give it back to me..."

Han Qi and Song Jing on the side were stunned, they rarely drank lightly on weekdays, who knew that her alcohol consumption was so shallow, and her drunken words were so cute!