Chapter 1470

Looking along the line of sight, seeing the smiling face of Chai YanDiao, Chi yuewan began to feel sorry for the woman in his family.

A man is really born in bliss. Even if you take the stars off the sky and give them to the woman in front of you, it's just a flash in the pan intersection. Even if you really marry later, what's your true heart? Is it comparable at present? All of a sudden, Chi yuewan has a deep premonition: one day, he will regret for today and for his caprice!

Compared with the "little Yan king" in front of him, in his private heart, Chi yuewan is even more interested in the mysterious "dark night Luo"!

A woman of such ability is not too bad, is she? At least in the bottom of Chi yuewan's heart, at least it should be better than the woman who sells her body on the stage!

Coincidentally, in fact, almost all of the people present have this perception.

After two sentences, young master Lin and his wife moved their positions. They had been interrupted and couldn't turn over the old accounts. The previous embarrassment was naturally over.

After a brief pause, soon the auction began again ceremoniously.

Because of these two little episodes, Chi yuewan is also on the verge of Qin Moyu. She used to like to absorb warmth in front of him in such a season, and began to conflict with someone's approach. Even if it was just a hug or a light grasp, Chi yuewan didn't feel like intimacy or etiquette. It came down to a sentence that any action, big or small of Qin Moyu took advantage of her , it's a beast!

So, unconsciously, she kept a distance with him.

How can this obvious change escape Qin Moyu's eyes, especially in this very sensitive period of time, so most of the time, two people are one retreat, one advance, one hide and one chase.

"Wan Wan --"

hooks her with one hand, and moves her to the front. Qin Moyu just wants to say something, and suddenly another light comes obliquely. At the same time, it is the voice that he can't believe:

"seventy four thousand! No.19 ~ "

looked at each other. In a moment, both of them were dazzled. After turning their eyes, Chi yuewan found that Qin Moyu's other hand was raised at this time, and the number plate was stuck on the periphery of his cuff. In a moment, not only Chi yuewan's eyebrows were frowned, but Qin Moyu's brain was empty.

If one is an accident, two is an accident?

It's a coincidence, isn't it?

But he clearly remembered that he had put the number plate far away from the back of his body. How could he still run to the sleeve?

At this time, Qin Moyu was also standing because he wanted to hold Chi yuewan. He raised his hand because he saw that Chi yuewan's hair, which was in the shape of short hair, fell down. One side of the hair tip and the top of the head were stained with down hair. He raised his hand because he wanted to take off the white hair that was dangling from time to time.

The old thing happened again, and once again, the dazzling light and the eyes came together.

Chi yuewan pushes Qin Moyu hard, and the grievances and resentments on his face are obvious. Qin Moyu is even more angry, and his face turns black.

Once he pulled the number plate off his sleeve, it was a bit unbelievable: how could it be so evil tonight?

Looking at the number plate and turning around, he put it on his body again. As soon as he got close to it, the two were basically stuck together, which seemed to have an attraction. Although it was not as solid as a magnet, it was absolutely not a problem to take a few steps!

When he pulled it off again, he could see that another circle of the number plate he got was similar to the one torn by the confession, leaving some sticky glue marks. Today, the coat he wore is a kind of thickened outer surface similar to the thin wool, which is not smooth outside. It can be stuck when two touch each other. It is a little bit strong and can be stuck very firmly.

The eyes closed unconsciously, and Qin's roots were almost bitten off: it's a dog!

At this moment, he understood that the first time was because of the trouble with yuewan. He didn't notice whether the number plate was in his hand or where he had thrown it. He didn't know how to get it. Anyway, there was a black dragon. But after taking it down, in order to prevent any more accidents, he took the number plate to the bar to the position behind him. He was afraid of encountering the black dragon again. It was originally Thinking that yuewan is in front, he will not move in the back direction. Even if he moves, he is also in the inner side of the body. As long as the inner hand is not raised, he will not be able to produce such a Wulong.

At this time, looking back, Qin Moyu probably thought that it must have been just when the wine delivery waiter accidentally rubbed against him, spilled some wine and apologized to them, and he also subconsciously dodged and asked for a tissue. Who would want to act when he was in a panic? He forgot about this, and the number plate had a slight night light effect. He put it in reverse, and the light was dim. It must have been stuck behind the sleeve at that time, because it was under the outside of the arm, and then returned to the original position. The light was disordered, and he didn't notice that this move was actually another Wulong!

To cry without tears, Qin Moyu only felt that he had a bad night!

But every time when the light came, it was the most intimate moment for them. Looking at the pond moon near them, their ears were faintly timid. Seeing that she was almost crying, Qin Moyu's heart seemed to be breaking:

in this state, he raised his hand. Whether it was Wulong or not, the outsiders didn't know his inner feelings. He held a woman in his arms and went to shoot another one For the first time of a woman, isn't it equivalent to hinting something and hitting her face in public?

I just think that today's point is too much to recite. My attention is all in front of him. Qin Moyu can't care about the auction, so he reaches out and hugs her with all his strength:

"Wan Wan --"

if he wants to say "I'm sorry", Qin Moyu feels that these three words are too pale and powerless. Mingming asked her out to make her happy. Unexpectedly, she was all upset and upset one after another. Qin Moyu's voice was also soft to the extreme:

"I didn't mean it!"

When he uttered something, he could not help sighing. He made three mistakes a night. How bad was he? Such an explanation, even to himself, was inconclusive.

At this time, Chi yuewan's heart was also moved: was it an accident? Why is it so clever that he shot it twice?

The idea of a woman is different from that of a man. There are no words like "bad luck" or "bad luck" in her mind. Instead, it's "fate", "destiny" and "fate"!