Chapter 11

The female artist immediately straightened her eyes, nervously lifted her hair, and looked shyly at the man who came slowly, at a loss.

When Fu Yanchen comes over, the sight sweeps past the woman who tickles her head and makes a pose, and her eyes are contemptuous.

But when I saw the scene in the private room, my eyes were very dark. It was hard to see the extreme of my face. The cold air diffused from my whole body, and the female artist shivered abruptly.

Some people saw Fu Yanchen stop at the door of the private room with sharp eyes. They thought he was also interested in playing. They immediately got up and invited him: "Mr. Fu, would you like to come in?"

Fu Yanchen's lip angle raised a smile, thin lips spit out two words: "good."

That person one face is excited, can get the face that Fu Yanchen gives, enough he shows off several days.

Gu Liuxing is pushing the wine cup in general manager Li's hand. In her eyes, Fu Yanchen is familiar with the deep disgust, but she still has a beautiful smile.

On the contrary, it seems that people want to refuse and welcome

Fu Yanchen's face was heavy and cold for a moment, and his eyes were full of anger.

A box of people see Fu Yanchen, regardless of men and women, eyes are bright.

What women think is: the aphrodisiac of walking, when it is taken, the road will be smooth and easy.

What men think is: the glittering God of wealth, with the further development of their own company, no longer have to worry about.

One after another, everyone's eyes were focused on Fu Yanchen, so no one found that Gu Liuxing, who was held by Lin ting in his arms, clenched his fist and his eyelashes trembled.

As for Fu Yanchen, from the moment he entered the box, his eyes had never left Gu Liuxing from the beginning to the end, taking a panoramic view of all her emotional changes.

Lin Ting finally found something wrong, see Fu Yanchen has been watching Liuxing, face is not very good, not easy to mouth fat, so give up, let him how willing.

So Lin Ting when did not see, Fu Yanchen can't ignore the face mouth to want a person.

Fu Yanchen hooks the corner of his lips, and goes to Gu Liuxing with one hand. He sits down on the other side of Gu Liuxing. Mr. Li, in a hurry, gives up his seat to Fu Yanchen.

"Let's all have fun. Tonight's my night." Fu Yanchen a face "this is my field son" facial expression.

Lintin's face darkened with embarrassment.

Fu Yanchen opened a bottle of wine gracefully, took a big drink, pressed Gu Liuxing's back neck directly, pulled the man from Lin Ting's hand, and covered his thin lips

Lin Ting looks like carbon, clenching his fist and staring at Fu Yanchen, his eyes burning.

Other people see Fu Yanchen this action, have applauded and echoed, thought: no wonder Fu Yanchen will condescend to surrender your table with them, the original meaning is not drunk.

Gu Liuxing opened his eyes, clenched his hands and pushed him to the chest, which had no effect. Just like that night four years ago, she couldn't escape from him.

Wine from his mouth to her mouth, he even forced her to swallow with the tip of his tongue, spicy choking throat, Gu Liuxing burst into tears.

Strong hatred poured out, and she bit hard. The smell of blood diffused from their mouths, and there was bitterness.