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Su Muchen's eyes fell to the ground, but what he saw was not her expensive and exquisite shoes, but a graceful skirt.

The color of the skirt is pure white, like down, and the bottom material is covered with a layer of light silver gauze, which falls on the bright red carpet like a piece of light and beautiful snow, attracting people's attention.

Su Muchen stared blankly, and suddenly a faint scent of hair came from his nose.

Song Yan walked past him without looking sideways, holding the hem of the skirt with one hand, her jet-black hair scattered on her shoulders, bouncing lightly with her walking pace.She didn't look at Su Muchen again, just like a stranger, walked past calmly with a blank expression on her face.

The thick and soft carpet, you can't hear a sound while walking, only the aroma lingering at the tip of your nose gradually fades away, just like its owner, walking farther and farther...

Su Muchen suddenly felt flustered, and before he had time to think about it, he turned around and caught up with Song Yan, reaching out to hold her arm tightly.

"Crack." There was a soft sound.

Song Xuewei's clothes, originally held by Su Muchen, fell on the carpet in the corridor.

Song Yan was caught off guard by the arm, and Su Muchen squeezed her so hard that it hurt her.

She couldn't help but "hiss" softly, had to stop, turned around and frowned at him, "What are you doing?"

"I……"

Su Muchen's behavior of stopping her seemed to be an instinctive reaction, only to realize that he had done something wrong, he opened his mouth to explain, but in the end he couldn't say anything, he could only speak at a loss.

But even so, Su Muchen didn't intend to let her go...

His thin lips were slightly pursed, with an almost stubborn expression on his face, his eyes fixed on Song Yan, without saying a word, but the strength of his clenched hands was a little bit stronger.

Song Yan was wearing a sleeveless skirt, her slender and white arms were exposed without any cover, but at this moment, Su Muchen's hand was tightly above her elbow, and her tall figure turned sideways , obliquely blocking her way, motionless.

The distance between the two is very close.

In the long and quiet corridor, the figures of the two were almost overlapped, and when viewed from a distance, they appeared somewhat ambiguous.

Song Yan faintly felt something was wrong, but she couldn't take it into consideration for a while.

Because Su Muchen was holding her too hard, his fingertips almost wanted to pinch her flesh and blood, and the pain arose. Song Yan even saw a faint pain around the circle of skin on her arm that was grabbed by him. Turned bluish white.

The feeling of pain and numbness seemed to spread from the flesh and bones, and Song Yan couldn't help but take a slight breath of cold air.

it really hurts...

Her skin is naturally thinner than ordinary people, and her complexion is fair. A little bump can easily leave marks, so how can she withstand Su Muchen's firm grip?

It's just pain, but the problem is that if he grabs her like this, it will [-]% leave a ring of bruised fingerprints on her arm. She is wearing a skirt and has no sleeves to cover it up. When she returns to the banquet later, it will be hard to be seen by others. embarrassing...

She couldn't even explain it.

Especially with some media reporters present at the scene, if they see this bruising mark, God knows what strange associations it will lead to.

Thinking of this, Song Yan felt bad all over, Xiuzhi's brows were tightly frowned, and annoyance and displeasure appeared in her eyes.

Seeing that Su Muchen didn't say a word, and didn't answer her at all, Song Yan simply didn't bother to ask, she shook her arm vigorously, and said coldly: "Let go!"

Su Muchen naturally refused to let go, hesitated for a while, and said, "Yanyan, let's find a place to talk, can we?"

He has a lot to say to her.

It's just that in this corridor, irrelevant people will appear at any time, so it's really not suitable for conversation.He hoped to find a quiet place and have a good talk with Song Yan.

As for what to talk about...

To be honest, Su Muchen didn't even have a clue, but the feeling of being unable to express a thousand words in his heart was really uncomfortable, so it didn't matter what he talked about, he just wanted to sit down and talk to Song Yeon talks.

That's all...

But Song Yan was unwilling, she didn't care what Su Muchen wanted to talk about at all, she just felt bored and displeased.

"I have nothing to talk to you about," she said without hesitation.

There was a bit of sternness in the cold tone, "Su Muchen, let me go, or don't blame me for being rude!"

But even after hearing such words, Su Muchen was not moved at all, his eyes almost looked at her with a faint pleading emotion.

Song Yan was so annoyed that she struggled twice, but she couldn't shake off his hand no matter what.

"Snapped--"

A crisp sound.

Song Yan raised her other hand without hesitation, and slapped him hard, not at all polite.

Half of Su Muchen's face was instantly deflected by her, and five finger prints appeared on his fair and delicate cheeks, which were red and swollen, which was shocking.

What's worse is that Song Yan even had manicure on her hands...

The already long nails were trimmed sharply, with a translucent milky white background, and a circle of gorgeous silver glitter on the edge. The semi-metal texture was far harder than ordinary nail art.

Such a pair of hands slapping someone's face, one can imagine what kind of tragic consequences it will have...

On Su Muchen's cheek near his chin, two blood marks were drawn by the nail art on Song Yan's hand, the skin broke open, and strands of blood leaked out.

The two bright red marks were as vivid as if a cat had scratched them. Against the red and swollen palm marks on his face, it was as miserable as it could be.

Song Yan was stunned when she saw it, but she didn't expect such an effect.

She didn't want to flirt with Su Muchen, but she completely forgot that she still had manicure on her hands... It was obviously a slap in anger, but because of those two ridiculous bloodstains, it seemed a bit ambiguous ...

What a fuck!
Song Yan suddenly became upset, felt a faint pain in the palm of her hand, and wished to go back in time, and kicked Su Muchen far away.

Su Muchen himself was also stunned, turning his face slightly to the side, unable to recover for a long while.

As a young master of a wealthy and wealthy family, he has lived in dignity for more than 20 years and has never suffered any physical harm. Even his parents have never beaten him. This is the first time that he has been beaten. a slap...

Moreover, the person who did it was actually Song Yan...

Su Muchen never expected that Song Yan would actually do something to him, his eyes were full of disbelief, and even his physical senses were a little dull.

After a long while, he vaguely felt a burning pain on his face.