Lounge –

A young man with a **** upper body and a lazy appearance is lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, and next to him is a beautiful girl in translucent pajamas, who is kneeling on the ground with her eyebrows lowered and her eyes down to massage him.

From time to time, he let out a low roar of extreme comfort, and he seemed to be enjoying it.

Suddenly, the door of the lounge was kicked open, and the cheongsam woman walked in with a cold face in her hand.

The massage girl, who was already a little nervous, was immediately startled, and the strength of her hand couldn't help but be heavy, which instantly attracted the man's angry scolding: "Waste, get out of here!"

"Yes...... It's ......", the massage girl was so frightened that she lost her face and crawled out the door.

However, before she could climb to the door, she was suddenly kicked to the ground by a delicate little foot wearing white high heels, and she couldn't help but exclaim again, holding her head and curling up on the ground and not daring to move.

The man on the sofa had already opened his eyes, he sat up lazily, and laughed low from his Adam's apple: "Weiyang, your temper is still so big!"

However, the woman sneered coldly, and the cold murderous aura overflowed: "Henry, you are so familiar with me, today I Yun Weiyang is here to take your dog's life!"

"No, No, No......", the man shook his finger and smiled lightly, and he didn't panic at all in the face of her murderous aura: "I still like you to call me by my name, I'm Yan, Qing, Jue!"

"Whether you are Henry or Yan Qingjue, I will not let you go today......", Yun Weiyang pursed his lips, his clear eyes were as cold as a thousand-year-old ice that could not be dissolved.

She walked slowly towards Yan Qingjue step by step, her slender white fingers slowly sliding towards the place where the golden short gun triggered.

Yan Qing looked at her decisively, still without the slightest hint of panic and fear, he leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, raised his eyebrows, and sighed: "Weiyang, in fact, I have never understood why you and I have come to this point, but there is no doubt that I still like you, if you promise to give up everything and continue to be with me, I will let you go!"

Yun Weiyang smiled mockingly: "Heh, Yan Qingjue, don't you think you are really ridiculous, what are you using to threaten me?" The last sentence suddenly accentuated the tone and volume.

Her figure flashed, and she quickly moved forward like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, she came to Yan Qingjue's face, and the short gun in her hand also hit Yan Qingjue's forehead fiercely, forcing him to tilt his head back.

However, even so, Yan Qingjue still had a faint smile on his face that was not afraid, as if he had already made a bamboo in his chest: "Weiyang, I like your hot temper, but you better look behind yourself first!"

His tone was meaningful, and a palpable playfulness began to appear in his eyes.

Yun Weiyang frowned, she knew Yan Qingjue, every time he showed such an expression, there would be no good thing.

She just wanted to turn back, but her waist was suddenly pressed against a cold and stiff thing, only to hear an extremely familiar voice sounding coldly from behind: "Let him go!"

Yun Weiyang was stunned, and immediately identified who the person who spoke was, this voice was too familiar to her, and she couldn't help but shout: "Lian Xi, it's you, why?"

Lian Xi's voice behind him was extremely cold, revealing a chill like frost: "Because he is my real master."