Li Manwu looked sideways and couldn't help but be stunned.

The lights were shining, and if you looked closely, her back was even cooler.

Yes, it's gloomy!

Su Luokui had just struggled down, but he was still possessively imprisoned in his chest by the war lord's machine, unable to move at all.

She was still a little confused, but she just looked sideways at the man not far away, and narrowed her eyes vigilantly.

Got caught?

This person...... It looks familiar.

"You're a journalist?" Su Luokui looked the man up and down, frowning and a little suspicious.

It looks so good, shouldn't it be a reporter?

Could it be that Su Yuexun came to block them?

Thinking like this, Su Luokui instantly became vigilant, and glared at the person in front of him with a pair of charming eyes.

Due to the angle, against the light, it was difficult for her to see what the man not far in front of her looked like.

However, the voice is low and magnetic with a mint feeling, and the chin is sharp and angular, and it looks very handsome.

"Xiao Kui, he is Yu Moshen!"

Li Manwu used all his strength to tell the man's name.

Yu Moshen, the prince of the Yu family, is the owner of the royal blood of country Y. is quiet and dull to the outside, but everyone in the circle knows that this person has good means, both men and women, and is extremely ...... in bed matters Perverted!

gloomy and cold, sickly and delicate, cloudy and uncertain......

Although he was in good health, he did not have any diseases. But it is rumored that the reason why Yu Moshen is so gloomy and sick is because of the excessive owe of ancient times.

But this person has good acting skills, fans are extremely loyal, and he even never recruits black, and has high self-discipline. It's like a cult or a religion, no, should it be an organization?

The cold sweat on Li Manwu's forehead flowed out, she didn't expect that Xiao Kui grabbed a person casually, and so coincidentally put on such a stall with such a master that no one dared to touch!

In an instant, a pair of ghostly owl's sharp eyes like a falcon slashed through Li Manwu, hollow as piercing as an ice cellar.

"Shh

The white gloves wrapped the man's hands slender and tight, and he stretched out a hand and touched his thin purple lips, as if smiling rather than smiling, as if angry rather than angry, and slightly signaled silence.

Just such a move completely made Li Manwu, who has a good psychological quality, have an urge to escape.

She forced her not to sit on the ground, but her hands trembled.

"You're not a reporter, and you're not Su Yuexun's person. We shouldn't be okay, right? Su Luokui narrowed her eyes slightly, blocked the woman, and looked coldly at the expressionless man in front of her.

As soon as he got closer, the light shone very well, gently spilling around the man.

His handsome face, which was white and somewhat cloudy, was sharp and angular, and his dark black eyes were dark and cold, but there was a hint of a smile, as if he was sneering at something with disdain.

The thin lips tightly pursed into a line are pale pink and purple tones, and he is dressed in a white suit, which is the perfect gentleman who wraps his tall and lean figure.

This person has an indescribable sense of sickness, as if he is smiling but not smiling, and the yin owl is deep.

Su Luokui was slightly stunned.

She thought about it carefully, wasn't this the man she had just approached at the banquet?

I didn't take a closer look when I entered the venue, but now I suddenly found ......

It looks like a Peugeot.

It's just a little bit ...... How sick you feel?

"Honey, have you forgotten that you just entered, in what capacity did you accompany me?"

He stepped forward, and his tall figure looked more and more awe-inspiring.

Yu Moshen leaned over slightly, just about to gently twist the woman's chin and provoke it, but-

"Her identity is my woman."