"Which is the real you?"

Gu Ruoxi's eyes flashed, and her beautiful eyes met the man's gaze.

"And what kind of me do you like? What is the real you? ”

Gu Ruoxi smiled lightly.

"Jiang Shao, I've had enough, let's go first, goodbye."

Gu Ruoxi waved his hand, bent down, and tried to get out from under Jiang Moze's armpit.

The man's broad palms covered her head.

"Don't worry, I want to have a good chat with the big photographer Zoe."

After that, Jiang Moze ripped off the mask on Gu Ruoxi's face.

"Xixi."

The magnetic voice hooks the soul.

"You're drunk." Jiang Moze leaned around her neck and sniffed it, with a faint aroma of wine.

No wonder she was so abnormal, it turned out to be drunk.

When she gets drunk, she will unload her indifference to him, like a different person, bolder and more bewitching.

Thinking of her charming appearance on the stage just now, Jiang Moze couldn't help but increase the strength in his hands.

It is estimated that the strength of the wine is up, Gu Ruoxi's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at Jiang Moze.

"Jiang Moze, we shouldn't be brothers, okay?"

There was a bit of pleading in her delicate voice.

She was a different person, like a poor little white rabbit.

"Who said you are my brother, you are my wife."

Jiang Moze picked up Gu Ruoxi and walked to the lounge.

Kicking open the door of the lounge with his feet, Jiang Moze gently placed Gu Ruoxi on the sofa.

Gu Ruoxi's eyes were filled with tears at some point, and she looked at him pitifully.

Jiang Moze had an instant headache.

He used to take Gu Ruoxi to drink secretly a few times when he was in school, and she was like this at that time.

"How many drinks have you had?"

"A bottle." Gu Ruoxi stretched out a finger.

Jiang Moze thought to himself, it's okay, it's okay, it's just a bottle.

"A bottle of whiskey."

"Who made you drink so much." Jiang Moze was furious.

"I drank it myself. You see if I'm much better than before, much better than three years ago, and I'm not going to get drunk. ”

Jiang Moze looked away, his eyes reddened.

He looked back at Gu Ruoxi's eyes, and he didn't know anything for a moment.

A hint of panic flashed in Gu Ruoxi's misty eyes.

Those traces of panic did not escape Jiang Moze's eyes.

He knew that she wouldn't get drunk so easily.

That photo was taken by her when he left after he sent her home three years ago.

It was because he knew that he complied with her wishes and watched her coquettishly, as if he had returned to the past.

"You know I'm not drunk." Gu Ruoxi was stared at by him, and returned to his indifferent appearance before. As if it wasn't her just now.

Gu Ruoxi moved to the side, widening the distance between them.

When she looked at Jiang Moze again, her previously misty eyes were already clear.

"I heard you wanted to buy that picture."

"Reason."

Jiang Moze hooked his lips.

"Because the person in that picture is me."

"Because that picture was taken by you, just for me."

"It's time for a break." Gu Ruoxi stood up and walked to the door.

Behind him, a warm body clinged to him.

"Gu Ruoxi, why don't you give me a chance."

The man's lonely voice sounded behind him.

"And you gave me a chance?"

"I've told you a few times since I returned home, we're just strangers."

"Three years ago, I made it very clear."

"The reason why I still let you see that photo today is that I want to tell you that I, Gu Ruoxi, are completely dead to you."

"Let's not cross paths in the future."

Gu Ruoxi broke his hand, pushed open the door, and left.