Drifting Towards You

Si Mocheng's expression darkened a bit, he shielded her from the inside, trying to hide the eyes of others.

He thought, he regretted it, and won't let her be such a fool again next time.

The two took some more photos at the bar, Simocheng's faster, and Li Xiaoxiao's slower.

After he took the photo, he stood aside and waited for her.

Not long after, a few men with good temperaments stepped forward and sat aside. The man in the lead was handsome and talented, but there was a staleness between his brows, unlike Simocheng and Mu Beiting who were so clear and clear.

"Have we met somewhere?" The man sat directly beside Li Xiaoxiao.

Li Xiaoxiao was stunned, looked at the man beside him, shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it."

The field helper on the side hurried forward and said, "This gentleman, we are taking photos. Could you please make it easier?"

The man just glanced at him, there was a two-point smile on his face, but he didn't mean to leave.

"Hey, it's such a big shelf. Is this nightclub opened by your house? If you want us to sell your face, we have to see if this qualification is enough." The companion beside the man sneered.

Seeing how many people were of extraordinary identities, the field assistant didn't dare to provoke too much, and he was a little hesitant for a while.

Just at this moment, the manager of the venue hurried over and explained to the photographers: "Excuse me, you guys, this is Tang Shao, and it is half the boss of ours. You can bear it more."

The implication is that it is impossible for these people to sell their face.

The photographers obviously also dealt with here often, and they immediately understood what the manager meant.

It's just... the one he shot doesn't seem to provoke me.

The photographer glanced at the direction of Simocheng. He was half of his body in a shadow, with one hand in his pocket and his body was straight. He couldn't see his expression clearly, but when he saw that he didn't mean to speak, he did. Just give up.

Coincidentally, at this time Li Xiaoxiao said: "Let's shoot like this first, I've already shot a lot, if I shoot someone else's P in the later stage, it will be fine."

When the photographer saw her so good to talk, he didn't worry about it anymore.

In the last action, Li Xiaoxiao held up his wine glass and looked at a distance with blurred eyes, as if thinking about something.

She sat on her side, holding up the wine glass a little strangely.

Tang Biqiang's eyes always fell on her, exploring and looking at her.

This woman has a bit of meaning. She is clearly dressed so mature and sexy, but her eyes seem to have been washed by rain, so clean that she can't bear to destroy it.

But thinking about the photographer saying that he was taking pictures, he knew a little bit.

I just don't know what she usually looks like.

Li Xiaoxiao carried his direction on his side, Tang Biqiang's gaze fell on the curly hair, which was soft and with a faint fragrance.

He stretched out his fingers and gently curled his hair, making movements very lightly, playing with it in his hand.

But at this moment, a big, well-knotted hand squeezed his wrist with a strong force: "Tang Shao doesn't seem to be very good to touch my woman like this."

Seeing someone stepping forward suddenly, several of Tang Biqiang's friends looked over and looked bad.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the manager immediately called the security guards and thugs in the venue to surround Si Mo City one after another.

Li Xiaoxiao noticed that something was wrong, and turned her head, but felt that her hair was pulled, and she sucked in pain.

Fortunately, Tang Biqiang let go in time, and she was able to see the situation clearly.