Mu Xueyi's expression was indifferent, her delicate and perfect face seemed to be covered with frost, and her body constantly exuded low pressure.

She looked coldly at Mu Tingwei who was hugging her left and right, and knew at a glance that she must have been here before.

"Come, miss, have another drink." The man in pink smiled and handed the glass full of wine to her lips.

"Okay, drink!"

Mu Tingwei grabbed the wine glass happily and poured it directly without thinking about it.

"Here, have another drink."

"I don't drink anymore."

Mu Tingwei also knew that it was enough, and Yu Guang looked at Mu Xueyi on the other side and laughed.

"What's the matter, aren't they good-looking?"

“……”

"There you go."

Mu Tingwei pointed to the man in Tsing Yi.

"Slaves?"

The man in Tsing Yi was both happy and scared, and glanced at Mu Xueyi shyly, if he could serve such a good-looking woman, he would have no regrets about dying.

"That's right, it's you, going to serve another lady over there."

"Yes!"

The man in Tsing Yi nodded hurriedly, as if he was afraid that she would regret it.

The man in Tsing Yi walked to Mu Xueyi's side with a bewitching smile on his face.

Every time he took a step, Mu Xueyi's face became even colder, and when he walked a meter away from her.

Mu Xueyi finally couldn't help it, and said coldly: "Get out!" ”

The man in Tsing Yi was immediately frightened, motionless, his beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and he couldn't help but feel sorry when he saw me.

But it was useless for Mu Xueyi, and there was a trace of disgust in her peach blossom eyes.

Mu Tingwei pushed away the pink-clothed man beside her, stepped forward, hugged the waist of the man in Tsing Yi, and said with a smile: "Yi, you have to know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade." ”

"It's none of your business." Mu Xueyi said coldly, pity the fragrance and cherish the jade? Heh, boring.

"Aren't I afraid that I won't find a husband with your iceberg temperament?"

Mu Tingwei smiled very poorly, and the mother queen was not less worried about this before.

"That's my business."

Mu Xueyi's tone was still very cold.

She doesn't like others to take care of her own business, and the possibility of getting married will never happen to her.

"Okay, I don't care."

Mu Tingwei doesn't care, this wood doesn't want to do now, it doesn't mean that you don't want it in the future.

And it's not good to anger her, and she's not specifically looking for abuse.

"The show is about to start, I heard that tonight is Ziqi Gongzi's performance."

Mu Tingwei walked to the window and opened the window, the place where they were located was the second floor, as long as the window was opened, they could clearly see the scene downstairs.

Mu Xueyi still looked cold, she just wanted to get out of here quickly.

Seeing this, Mu Tingwei smiled evilly again: "I heard that Ziqi Gongzi rarely performs, and he looks so beautiful, always dressed in red, even I have only seen it once from afar." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Mu Xueyi with deep meaning, and said, "Maybe you look better in red clothes!" ”

Mu Tingwei thought of Mu Xueyi wearing red, bewitching and evil, if it was a man, I am afraid that all the women in Shengya Country would be crazy about it.

"Don't think about it, I can't be a man."

Mu Xue glanced at her with a smile, don't think that she doesn't know what she has to think again.

"Hey, hey."

Mu Tingwei laughed twice, how did she know what she was thinking?

"Don't laugh, it's stupid."

Although Mu Xueyi doesn't talk much, sometimes her mouth is very poisonous.

"If you don't say a word, you'll die, sooner or later I'll be angry with you."

Mu Tingwei doesn't have a good temperament, her sister usually doesn't talk much, and the words she says can make the living angry to death, and the dead to live.

She used to be very well-behaved, but she was just a little naughty.

"I'll be responsible if I'm dead."

“……”

This tone, this conversation, is so familiar.

"Zi Qi Gongzi, Zi Qi Gongzi ......"

At this moment, there was a cheer from downstairs.

Mu Tingwei immediately sat next to her, staring at the enchanting red shadow below.

The man's facial features are exquisite, his body is long, his black hair like a waterfall reaches his waist, his blood-colored lips are lightly hooked, provoking a bewitching arc, and he is charming in red.

He walked slowly on the stage, sat in front of the piano, his white jade-like fingers touched the piano, moved slightly, and then danced rapidly, and the melodious sound of the piano came out, which made people addicted.

About a quarter of an hour later, at the end of the song, Ziqi got up and smiled charmingly: "If someone can make a poem that satisfies Ziqi today, you can talk to Ziqi alone~"

The voice is low and charming, soul-snatching, like a hook to hook away people's souls, and like a feather brushing over other people's hearts, it is itchy.

When the people who had just woken up from that smile heard this, they hurriedly picked up their pens and thought about it.