Lan Xin hurriedly held on to the counter, stabilizing his body, his face suddenly turned pale, his throat was dry and he couldn't say a word, and the layers of hatred in his mind swept through Lan Xin's reason like a tide.

He is...... Be...... Moyan! It's the husband of the original owner of this body! The man who was deeply loved by Lan Xin!

Lan Xin clutched her chest, she could clearly feel the love and hatred of the original owner of this body against this person!

"There are private rooms." Mo Yan didn't seem to see Lan Xin's abnormality, and asked.

Listening to this strange and familiar voice, the heart-devouring pain, like a greedy devil, devoured Lan Xin's reason little by little, Lan Xin lowered her head slightly, her eyes became colder and colder, and the thing that was originally taken out from her waist and held in the palm of her hand was slowly opened by Lan Xin, revealing a white paper bag, Lan Xin opened the paper bag little by little with her fingers, and slowly raised her arm.

Suddenly! A gust of wind blew.

Lan Xin's hand was instantly held hard, Lan Xin was shocked, seeing the bright red, Lan Xin immediately regained his senses, it was Xie Zifeng!

Xie Zifeng clenched Lan Xin's hand, pretending to be indifferent on his face, and looked at Mo Yan with a smile: "Upstairs Qingyaju is empty, so it's convenient." ”

Mo Yan nodded, didn't say anything more, and walked upstairs, until Mo Yan's figure disappeared, Xie Zifeng let go of Lan Xin's hand, and snatched the paper bag in Lan Xin's hand, his eyes sank, and he put away his smiling face, with a rare serious look on his face.

"You're crazy! How dare you attack him? Do you know who he is? ”

"He's damned—" Lan Xin squeezed three words out between his teeth.

Hearing these three words, Xie Zifeng's eyes twitched, a flash of surprise, and then he regained his composure, dragged Lan Xin, pulled her to the back hall, threw the paper bag in his hand on the table, and sprinkled the white powder on the table.

"You're going to kill him with this? It's good that I came in time, otherwise, you would have died before you made a move! Xie Zifeng didn't ask about the entanglement between them, but from Lan Xin's eyes and tone of voice, Xie Zifeng knew that Lan Xin must know Mo Yan's identity, which made Xie Zifeng feel a little inexplicably surprised.

Lan Xin sat down stiffly, his eyes were dim, and the hatred in his heart lingered for a long time, and after a long time, Lan Xin spoke: "I'm tired." ”

Xie Zifeng sighed, didn't say anything more, and walked to the hall, and when he walked to the door, his footsteps paused slightly: "Lan Xin, if you want him to die, then I'll come." ”

Lan Xin's heart trembled suddenly, and she looked at Xie Zifeng incredulously, but the person had already walked out, only the curtain was still shaking gently. Lan Xin had never seen such a positive Xie Zifeng, and she couldn't help but worry in her heart.

In the private room, Mo Yan was drinking alone, and after a while, the door opened, and a man in white came in, with a graceful demeanor and a lofty atmosphere, as soon as he came in, he sat down unceremoniously, took the wine jug in front of Mo Yan, filled it with a glass, drank it all, and then spoke.

"I really didn't expect this small Fenyang City to be so lively." The man who spoke was called Ye Han, he was Moyan's best friend, he was fun by nature, this time he came with Moyan, and as soon as he arrived in Fenyang City, he left Moyan and watched the excitement by himself.

Seeing that Mo Yan should not say anything to himself, his two eyes stared directly at the wine glass in front of him, as if he was thinking about something, he reached out and took the wine glass in front of Mo Yan in his hand, and carefully studied it for a long time, but he didn't see the reason.

"Mo Yan, what's on this cup?"