"Okay, let's have a drink with Miss Mu tonight."

Lin Fan took off his white blazer, put it on a wooden stool, and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt.

Pick up a glass of wine and drink it directly: "This liquor is really good!" ”

Even though Lin Fan drank the anti-alcohol medicine, his stomach was still hot.

Tang Qian looked at it and grinned, and poured Lin Fan a glass with a smile.

"Doesn't Mr. Tang drink it?" Mu Rourou approached, smiling like a flower.

"Drink hahaha..."Tang Qian originally wanted to escape from the wine, but now he awkwardly picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

It's so spicy that it sticks out its tongue like a dog.

"You don't seem to be able to drink enough!" Mu Rourou smiled sarcastically, watched Tang Qian drink all the wine, and handsomely wiped the wine from the corner of her mouth.

"Interesting." Lin Fan was attracted by her cold temperament, and followed Mu Rourou to her stomach cup after cup.

"Men can't say no." Tang Qian is like a gambling child, and he also follows one cup after another.

"Serve." Mu Rourou clapped her hands, and three handsome muscular men dressed in valet costumes served fresh food pickled in wine.

After drinking so much wine, Lin Fan still smelled the strong smell of wine as soon as the dish was served.

"What is this pickled in?" Lin Fan asked with a frown.

"It is a wine handed down from our ancestors, and it has been buried under the peach blossom tree for hundreds of years."

Mu Rourou picked up a shrimp with her bare hands, and her slender ten fingers peeled off the shell smoothly like fiddling with a toy.

The pink nail art lined her hands like fine white jade, dripping with wine, and sweet shrimp were put in her mouth.

The tender powder opened and closed from his lips, and Lin Fan's ears were red when he saw it.

This kind of temptation that seems to be absent is not immune to him.

"Don't be swayed!" Tang Qian stuck to Lin Fan's ear and opened his mouth angrily.

"Fuck off!" Lin Fan wanted to cover it up, and scolded Tang Qian for a while.

"Please." Mu Rourou looked at Lin Fan with drawn eyes, and licked her fingertips with her tongue.

"Hmm... Good. Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, immediately came back to his senses, picked up the shrimp and ate a plate.

"Hiccup..."Lin Fan burped and blushed slightly.

The white cheeks are like freshly steamed bean paste buns.

His lips were as tender as freshly ripe cherries, and after drinking too much wine, he unbuttoned the collar of his shirt.

Showing strong pectoral muscles, there are still beads of sweat hanging on them.

Like a lotus flower drop in the morning.

"I didn't expect you to be quite charming."

Mu Rourou smiled ambiguously, stretched out her hand and patted Lin Fan's face lightly.

Lin Fan looked up at Mu Rourou incredulously like a frightened cat.

"Don't do this, the more you do this, the more excited I become."

Mu Rourou smiled lightly and squinted at Lin Fan.

"Miss Mu drank too much." Lin Fan didn't dare to look her in the eyes because it was too beautiful.

"Drink a bar." Mu Rourou spared him, picked up the wine glass and drank a few glasses.

After drinking for nearly five hours, the sky spouted the white belly of the fish.

Tang Qian was so drunk that he slept on the ground, and Li Wen, the replacement, was also drunk.

Mu Rourou was like no one, Lin Fan was also a little dizzy, and took a lot of hangover pills to relieve herself when she went to the toilet.

"How's it going, are you still drinking?"

When Lin Fan came back, Mu Rourou said.

"Drink!" Lin Fan roared loudly, picked up a bottle of small whirlwind, and saw the bottom.

"Awesome!" Mu Rourou looked at Lin Fan with her head tilted, with ambiguity in her eyes.

"Watch the sunrise with me." She said softly in a sudden, soft tone.

Lin Fan nodded his head with a ghost.

I don't know why her words were soft but seemed to have magical power, Lin Fan didn't dare to refuse, and he didn't want to refuse.

Mu Rourou got up and walked in front, and Lin Fa obediently followed behind.

The two of them went up from the back of the manor, and it was nearly dawn.

Lin Fan was sweating profusely and stood in front of the railing in the pavilion.

Mu Rourou took out a wet tissue from her bag and handed it to Lin Fan: "Wipe it, it's cold when the wind blows for a while." ”

"Aren't you cold?" Lin Fan looked at Mu Rourou dressed thinly, took off her clothes and draped them on her body.

"Our Mu family is naturally not afraid of the cold." Mu Rourou did not refuse the coat, but looked up at the orange-yellow light in the east.

"In the past, there were people who accompanied me to watch the sunrise."

When she spoke, she carried endless sadness, and her eyelashes blinked as if relieved and sad.

It's like a narcissus blooming alone, and you can only enjoy it alone.

"And what about the people who are with you now?" Lin Fan asked unconsciously.

For some reason, he was surprisingly interested in her, as if he had known her for a long time.

"He's dead." Mu Rourou smiled emotionally, turned her head to look at Lin Fan, and pointed her finger: "The ashes are scattered in the East China Sea." ”

Lin Fan froze, not knowing what to say for a while.

"You really look like you!" She suddenly moved her eyes towards Lin Fan.

"Like... Like? Lin Fan's heart was pounding, and the whole person was sticking to the railing, not daring to look down at her wink.

Talking is still stammering.

"Yes." After Mu Rourou finished chatting, she turned her head, looked at the morning sun, and sniffed the fresh air in the morning.

Suddenly burst into tears and smiled bitterly: "Your eyes, your smile, your youthfulness, your shyness." ”

Lin Fan was said by her straightforward words.

Except for Cao Pujia, he actually had a heart for another person.

Lin Fan tried his best to control his emotions, constantly telling himself that he was himself, not someone else.

"But he can no longer watch the sunrise with me." Mu Rourourou's index finger wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but her words were sad and chic.

"I'll show you." Lin Fan's brain twitched and he spoke.

As soon as the words came out, I regretted giving myself a mouthful.

"Don't you have a fiancée?" Mu Rourou said slowly.

"Well, Cao Pujia." Lin Fan said directly, and his wavering heart also became firm at this moment.

"Pu Jia!" Mu Rourou's tone was lingering, as if she had a story.

"She should miss her too, Bai Yan."

Mu Rourou's words made Lin Fan's heart tremble.

Whether it was a previous suitor or Lu Yi, Lin Fan had never had such a big heart.

The name Bai Yan, Lin Fan had never heard it in Cao Pujia's mouth.

So what is the status in Cao Pujia's heart?

Maybe he's a stand-in?

Lin Fan didn't dare to think deeply.

"We three childhood sweethearts grew up together."

Mu Rourou said softly and softly.

These words were like a thorn, piercing deep into Lin Fan's heart, dripping with blood.

"Old Man Cao also likes Bai Yan very much."

She went on to repeat the witty remark.

No wonder, Old Man Cao was so good to him, as if he was familiar at first sight.

It turned out that it was all because he carried the shadow of the old man on him.

"What kind of person is Bai Yan?" Lin Fan's words were vinegary, but very calm.

It's like the calm before a tsunami.

"He's so good-looking, with eyes as good as you."

Mu Rourou turned around and touched Lin Fan's starry eyes with her fingers.

"What else?" Lin Fan frowned, this time he didn't retreat, or even disgusted, but was led by Mu Rourou.

"He has good medical skills, he is the pride of the Bai family, and he is the first person in the business world that no one can match in the East China Sea."

Mu Rourou said with affection in her eyes, as if she had seen another person she hadn't seen for a long time through Lin Fan.

"Hehe..." Lin Fan suddenly sneered, with ice in his eyes.

"So?"

Without waiting for Lin Fan to ask, Mu Rourou said: "Yes, Pu Jia became the richest man in the East China Sea because of Bai Yan." ”