Lucky to Have You Till the End

Judging from the things in the swimming pool, he is a dissatisfied man.

Perhaps, if she can't get satisfaction from her, the Xu Ying of the devil's figure will seduce him a little bit.

He has never been close to women, except for her, never took other women with him, but at this moment, Xu Yingying is close to him, pouring wine for him, and smiling at him charmingly, he also No push away or rejection.

Gu Ranran secretly stared at Tang Xinyan's expression. Seeing her lowering her eyes, her face tight, she leaned on her ear and whispered, "Xinyan, do you want me to drive the fox away?"

Tang Xinyan held Gu Ranran's hand at the table, pursed her lips, and said in a cold voice, "I have nothing to do with him. He likes to find whom to find."

Gu Ranran looked at Xu Yingying's style of climbing up to the gold master, and curled his lips angrily, "Because of this kind of woman, there are so many shameless little ones in the world."

Tang Xinyan was absent-mindedly eating a meal.

In my ears, from time to time, I heard the lingering laughter of the lingering yellow warbler out of the valley.

The love song was a well-deserved name. Someone made her sing a confession love song to Mo Chiwei with a laugh, and she really came on the spot.

Xu Yingying's singing voice is very penetrating and infectious. When singing in a low voice, it is like gurgling water, and when the high pitch breaks out, it hits people's hearts like Hongzhong, and the remaining sound is lingering and endless.

When Xu Yingying sang, everyone in the box was quiet.

Tang Xinyan couldn't help but look at Xu Ying.

Xu Yingying was very close to Mo Chiwei, with tender eyes, staring at Mo Chiwei's handsome and extraordinary face without blinking.

Mo Chiwei's long body leaned on the back of the chair, holding a wine glass in one hand, and tapping gently with the other hand to the rhythm of Xu Yingying's singing.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his expression was faint, and he didn't look like mountains and dews, which made people unable to see what he was thinking.

Tang Xinyan saw this scene, her nose was sore.

Somehow I remembered that night in Guanzhen, she and him held hands and walked to the street singer.

The wandering singer handed the microphone to her, and she sang "MyLove".

At that time, his eyes were dark and deep, with a little soft light, like the moonlight reflected in the spring lake, making her heart warm and sweet.

At that time, he was obviously sitting opposite her, but she and him seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

So far, so strange, so alienated.

She was immersed in the memory and did not notice that her eyes were still falling on him.

When she recovered, he had raised his eyes and looked at her.

The deep eyes, like splashes of ink, were so thick that people could not see the end, with endless danger and depth.

Her heart beat suddenly.

Like a child caught by the teacher after doing something bad, she looked away in a panic.

After Xu Yingying sang a song, there was enthusiastic applause all around, and there was a roar of another song.

Xu Yingying looked at the cold and indifferent man with a soft smile, and her exquisite body approached him a little bit, "Mr. Mo, do you still want to listen? If you want to listen to me, I can sing. I can also Kunqu opera!"

Mo Chiwei's bottomless eyes swept across the little woman like a cold pool. Although her face was quite calm, her long, thin eyelashes were still trembling slightly.

He raised his hand and motioned to Xu Yingying not to sing anymore.

Xu Yingying responded softly, picking up the chopsticks and picking up dishes for Mo Chiwei, "Mr. Mo, you taste this, it tastes good."