"Mo Han, you hurt me." Jin Yuwei leaned against his chest, realizing that his hair had been torn off a few times by him, and opened her mouth a little dissatisfied.

Su Mohan came back to his senses and said in a deep voice: "Well, you pressed my wound." ”

Jin Yuwei hurriedly got up, and put her palm on Su Mohan's chest again: "Is it a gunshot wound?" Why don't you say it to me? ”

Su Mohan glanced at her lightly: "It's okay." ”

Jin Yuwei frowned and insisted, and reached out to unbutton Su Mohan's shirt: "I'll take a look and see if the wound is cracked." ”

Su Mohan's eyebrows frowned slightly, as if he was a little bored, so he simply pressed her on his shoulder again and said lightly: "If you don't move, it's fine." ”

Hearing this, Jin Yuwei gradually quieted down and did not insist any longer.

Leaning on his shoulder, I only felt a different feeling, as if I just leaned on his shoulder, as if I had relied on him from now on.

When Jin Yuwei was sent away, Su Mohan raised his head again, and he was facing Concubine Shangye's mocking gaze.

Concubine Ye was still sitting on Zheng Mingze's lap, and Mike was still in front of her, she just felt bored after singing a few words, and wanted to see Su Mohan's reaction.

But she didn't want to see the scene between him and Jin Yuwei again, which really made her eyes sour.

Concubine Ye suddenly didn't understand what she was doing, and she didn't understand whether it was worth it.

She just suddenly thought they were all ridiculous.

She sat on another man's lap and smiled, while he put his arm around another woman and whispered, once in love, but now strange in their respective lives.

Seeing the taunt in her eyes, Su Mohan's heart ached uncontrollably, and he couldn't wait to immediately rush up and tell her loudly that nothing had changed......

Zheng Mingze, who had been singing half a song, noticed Concubine Ye's distraction, so he didn't sing anymore, handed the microphone to the bald man on the side, and then pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and lips to wipe her hair and said softly: "Are you bored?" ”

Concubine Ye was already a little drunk at the moment, and was stunned for a moment after being pulled into his arms by him, and then she was quiet like a kitten, shrinking into his arms like that, and smiling at Su Mohan's lips.

After smiling at Su Mohan, Concubine Ye withdrew her gaze, raised her head slightly and said to Zheng Mingze: "No, it's quite interesting." ”

Hearing this, Zheng Mingze hugged Concubine Ye and chuckled: "Drunk? ”

"Why, I'm drinking well."

Zheng Mingze raised his hand and gently hid a strand of her hanging hair behind her ear, lowered his head slightly, and his gaze fell on the face of the woman in front of him.

Concubine Ye looked up and saw this scene, the two faces were extremely close, almost a few centimeters apart.

And at this moment, Su Mohan couldn't calm down after all, the hand holding the wine glass seemed to shake slightly because of the force, and the brown and yellow liquid inside kept swaying, reflecting the brilliance of the room.

Damn it!

She doesn't even know what she's doing!

Do you know who is in the private room?

Concubine Ye didn't look at Su Mohan anymore, and chatted with Zheng Mingze in a low voice.

Actually, he's quite funny, at least he doesn't find it annoying, and of course, she would feel better if his hand wasn't on her waist.

After a while, remembering that Chu Zheng was still waiting for her news, Concubine Ye took out her mobile phone and reported Chu Zheng's safety, then threw away her mobile phone and looked at Zheng Mingze and said, "They seem to be having a lot of fun." ”