The glass in front of him was scattered all over the ground, and the skirt was all stained with wine.

The mentality was a little broken in an instant.

turned his head to look at the person, but saw him standing leisurely aside.

The waiter apologized again and again, but he said with a lonely and arrogant face that it didn't matter.

Face: "......"

What about the face?!

The waiter looked at his face and apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

The face is a little congested, what is called stealing chickens and rice?

"It's fine." Rong Yan maintained a smile on his face, "I wasn't careful." ”

She carried her skirt to the bathroom.

However, the stain on her skirt was really difficult to fix, and she was ready to leave.

Coming out of the bathroom, she walked towards the staircase, ready to leave quietly to avoid embarrassment.

As soon as she reached the safe passage, she suddenly stopped, and her eyes fell on the man standing by the window.

A well-cut black suit with a delicate and perfect profile, impeccable.

Just looking at this face, there is no opponent in the entire entertainment industry who can match it.

As if he hadn't heard any footsteps, he didn't even make a single turn.

She stared at him for a full five minutes, and he didn't look at her calmly.

Rong Yan was sure that he was deliberately ignoring her.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she walked towards the person.

"Mr. Mo."

When the man heard the voice, he turned his head to look at her, and his voice was as cold as ever: "Something?" ”

"Mr. Mo is so skilled!" The smile on his face, the unabashed mockery of his tone, and the ...... Gnash one's teeth.

Mo Xing looked at the person silently, his eyebrows raised slightly, and his gaze swept from top to bottom and from bottom to top.

"Miss Yung's skirt is very distinctive."

The magnetic voice is extremely good, but the words he says are so bad.

"Isn't this Mr. Mo's handiwork? I have to thank Mr. Mo. She stared at him with pity.

He looked calm: "You're polite." ”

MMP, is Lao Tzu complimenting you?

Even though I knew it was a dream, I was still so angry that I grinded my teeth.

I want to pounce and scratch him!

By the time the idea was settled, she had already pounced.

Obviously, the other party didn't expect her to have such a reaction, and after stumbling a few steps, she fell directly to the ground.

As an insider, and an outsider, she saw something different at the moment.

It was at the moment when she fell that she saw Mo Xing Lin stretching out his hand to protect her waist.

This detail was unexpected for her.

Will he protect her?

Is Lao Tzu dazzled?

Before she could think about it, she remembered Mo Xing's lonely voice: "Are you comfortable?" ”

Coming back to her senses, she looked at the man who was on her back, and was in a very happy mood: "Except for the bones that are a little separated, everything else is okay." ”

As soon as the words fell, she felt a chill of coldness hit her.

Getting up from the ground, looking at the marks on her face, she laughed happily.

"Mr. Mo's makeup is very handsome!"

The man stared at her grimly, his eyes murderous.

There was a long scratch on the delicate and handsome face, and it was bloodshot.

The originally handsome face is now adding a bit of wildness.

Damn, it's really not easy to disfigure him!

Seeing that his eyes were getting colder and colder, she lifted her skirt and ran away, but her steps were empty.

As soon as the picture turned, she floated in mid-air, like a lonely soul.

The furnishings in the room are somewhat familiar.

This is Mo Xingl's living room.

It's just that the furniture looks a little different.

Just as she was about to float upstairs, she heard the sound of the door being opened.

Rong Yan looked sideways at the doorway, and the moment she saw the person clearly, she was stunned.