Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

night.

Lan Qian came to the Jinhuang Club, but she did not plan to attend any party. Instead, she booked a private room.

[Host, what are you going to do? ]

Little Dumpling was puzzled as he watched his host order a bottle of wine but didn't drink it, instead spilling some on his clothes.

But the next moment it understood.

"Beep...beep..."

After the phone rang twice, the person on the other end picked up.

"Hey."

A familiar cold voice came over.

"Mo...Mo Chen."

Lan Qian's voice seemed a little unstable, and there was a hint of being not quite sober. The person on the other side was silent for a few seconds. The voice was emotionless and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry: "Have you been drinking?"

"Can you come pick me up?"

"Right...right at the Jinhuang Club."

After hearing a busy tone, he hung up the phone.

[The master hung up the phone directly!] This was the first time in so many worlds that something like this had happened. After being shocked, Xiaotuanzi couldn't help but feel a little worried, [Host, the master won't not come, right?]

If this is the case, wouldn't the host have prepared so much in vain?

No, no, no, what it should worry about now is that if the master does not fall in love with the host as soon as possible, there is no telling what the host will do.

"It will come."

She already knew Mo Chen's schedule for the day. He was still working overtime at the company at this time. Before hanging up the phone, she heard the friction sound between the chair and the ground. She guessed that he was a little anxious when he stood up.

Such a noble and calm person couldn't even keep calm after hearing that she might be drunk.

It seemed that he cared about her more than she thought.

[But what if the master doesn’t come? ]

Little Tuanzi was still worried.

"If he doesn't come..." Lan Qian lowered her eyes imperceptibly, and a hint of an ambiguous smile seemed to pass across her exquisite and beautiful face, "Then he won't have to come out in his lifetime."

Hearing this, the little dumpling couldn't help but shudder.

The host was clearly saying this with a smile, and his voice sounded quite gentle, so why did it feel uneasy?

illusion.

It must be an illusion!

The drive from the company to the club took no more than half an hour, so the show had to be done in full. When the time was almost up, Lan Qian slowly took a sip of wine, stood up, and walked slowly towards the party box over there.

Just as I reached the door of the box and looked down from upstairs, I saw that the noble and cold man had already appeared on the first floor of the club.

A little quicker than she expected.

By chance, the door of the box suddenly opened, and a boy who looked like a rich boy walked out and saw her.

"Lan Qian?"

He was a little surprised, and after the surprise, there was some anger on his face.

"Why did you come just now? Everyone has been waiting for you for a long time. And why did you block us all during this period? Even if it was because of Mo Chen, you should keep in touch with everyone. We still need to give you some advice..."

Lan Qian didn't listen to what he said. The original owner had too many friends and none of them were important, so she didn't even bother to remember who was who.

[Host, this person is still somewhat important in the plot,] Little Tuanzi reminded in time, [His name is Shen Luo, he is the younger brother of the male protagonist in the plot. In the original plot, he gave the original owner the most ideas, and in the end, he was responsible for at least half of the bankruptcy of the Lan Group.]

[After the Lan Group went bankrupt, the Shen family also benefited the most, swallowing up almost half of the original Lan Group's industries, successfully leaping up several levels and becoming one of the best companies in the city.]

Shen Luo was still chattering on and on, which was nothing more than some brainwashing words. Lan Qian interrupted him coldly.

"If you keep talking, the Shen family will be in trouble."

"what?"

Shen Luo was confused. He raised his head and finally discovered that the eldest lady of the Lan family in front of him seemed to be different from before, especially the pair of eyes he met unintentionally, which were so indifferent that it seemed as if they could not see any life.

A sense of oppression suddenly arose in his heart.

He quickly looked away, not daring to look again.

But then he reacted, as if he felt that his performance just now was a bit embarrassing, he straightened his face and spoke again:

"Lan Qian, everyone is still waiting..."

"Qianqian, it's time to go home."

A cold voice came from behind.

A hint of smile flashed across Lan Qian's eyes. She lowered her eyes, turned around, and saw the elegant and tall man.

His expression seemed colder than usual.

Although the words just now were spoken to her, those cold and calm eyes were looking at Shen Luo who was a few steps away with no emotion.

"Mo Chen..."

Lan Qian walked towards him.

Her steps seemed a little unsteady, and she was wearing high-heeled shoes with thin heels. Just after taking a step, the high-heeled shoes accidentally twisted, and her body fell to the side, unable to stand.

As expected, a pair of strong hands caught her.

The moment he touched her waist, the man's hand seemed to stiffen slightly. The soft touch and temperature, which was different from his own, passed through the thin clothes to his palm, as if making his silent heart tremble.

Perhaps because they found it novel, the big hands squeezed the girl very gently after catching her.

Lan Qian seemed to notice nothing.

Her beautiful eyes were half closed as she was held in his arms.