Chapter 41: The Forty-First Kiss

Mu Xiaoyan's previous rented house was returned, and she thought that by accompanying her mother in the hospital, she would be able to save a lot of money at once.

But who knew that she had provoked Fu Moyang, alas, life is like a box of chocolates, and no one knows what the next one will be?

This man's brain pumped and he had to let himself be his woman.

Fu Moyang is a typical person with a lot of money in her eyes, of course, such a good opportunity is in front of her, if she doesn't hug the thigh of the rich man, then she can also die.

Obeying the meaning of the gold owner, she lived in, there was a free house, and she didn't pick such a luxurious house.

Thinking of this, Mu Xiaoyan's heart also softened, and his eyes changed when he looked at Fu Moyang.

Without thinking too much, she walked over, sat down on the sofa not far from Fu Moyang, reached out and picked up the bottle of red wine and poured the red liquid into another empty glass.

The long night has just begun.

She has to please the gold lord in the future to live a chic life, Mu Xiaoyan picked up the wine glass, her eyes were like silk, and her full lips were slightly raised, just like the fierce appearance of the tail that had just risen to the sky.

"It's a little woman's honor to be able to drink with my husband, thank you Mr. for giving me this good opportunity, how can I refuse if I can't ask for it."

As she spoke, she smiled and touched the glass towards Fu Moyang, who looked indifferent, and the goblet in Fu Moyang's hand was deliberately rubbed up by her.

The two goblets collided with each other, making a crisp sound, and the man couldn't help frowning and raising his eyes to glance at the little woman.

Mu Xiaoyan didn't wait for him to respond, she withdrew her arm and drank a big sip of red wine proudly, this wine tasted good, much more refreshing than what she had drunk before.

"Sir, how much does a bottle of red wine like you usually drink? It tastes different from what I've tasted before. ”

After drinking, people chatted, but it was just an embarrassing conversation with Mu Xiaoyan who had nothing to say.

Of course not!

Fu Moyang's eyes were full of disgust when he heard this, could he take back the words he had just asked her to have a drink with him?

The answer is obviously impossible, because the glass of wine in Mu Xiaoyan's hand has already bottomed out.

"Two hundred thousand."

"What?"

Wo Cao, a bottle of wine is so expensive, which legend is this what Lafite?

Mu Xiaoyan looked at the red wine bottle with bright eyes, and it was obvious that he couldn't understand a bunch of foreign languages on the bottle.

Whatever it was Lafite, she withdrew her gaze and poured herself the red wine again.

Because of the smile on his face, his watery eyes are bent like the moon in the night sky, shining brightly in his heart, and his fair skin is white and red because of the wine, and the whole person looks delicate and lovely.

"Sir, why don't you keep talking? If you drink alcohol, you will drink sullen alcohol, and the more you drink, the more depressed you become. Like you are now, it is a smart way to find someone to drink with you, and if there is anything unpleasant, you can vent it through alcohol. Then you won't be unhappy. ”

What is it like to accompany a cold and wealthy man, who sleeps beautifully in the middle of the night, but drinks here and has an awkward chat?

Mu Xiaoyan's heart was broken, but she still maintained the appearance of a confidant big sister on her face.

Even if it is a person talking to herself, she has to act this play.

According to Mu Xiaoyan's speed, it didn't take long for a bottle of wine to bottom out.

She blushed, burped involuntarily, and smiled.

"Hehe, this wine is not very enjoyable!"