Yan Xiruo knows that most of the men who come to the cruise ship tonight are hunting. Yan, she squats here, may not be a safe place.

However, if you follow this man to leave, she can still retreat?

Looking at his sharp and aloof face, Yan Xiruo said, "I'll go with you, but you must guarantee that you don't force me --"

night Lord Mo Er's power is amazing. He heard Yan Xiruo's words, and his thin lips made a sneer, "which woman is not the national color and natural fragrance for the feast day cruise party tonight?"

The implication was that he didn't really see her face red and swollen, her mouth broken and her clothes not in order.

Yan Xiruo looked at his cold side face. She bit her lip. In this case, why do you even pay attention to me When she was most miserable and helpless, she did not expect that it would be this "stranger" who did not have much contact with her to lend a helping hand.

Night Jue Mo single hand in the trouser pocket, his dark eyes deeply coagulate Yan Xiruo. Under the orange light, his angular face is like a layer of golden halo. The original fierce and cold look seems to be softened a little.

He reached out to her, did not answer her question, spit out two words like gold, "get up."

His hands are slender and clean, with distinct bony joints like jade bamboo, and his nails are neatly cut. If he ignores the thin cocoon on his fingertips, he can really make a hand model.

Yan Xiruo slowly handed the soft and boneless hand to his hand.

After pulling her up, he let her go.

Tall body, indifferent to walk forward.

Yan Xiruo followed him, looking at his broad back, upright posture, a trance.

When he came to the stairs, the night Jue Mo looked at a man and a woman who came down from above. He suddenly stopped. Yan Xiruo was distracted by his back. He didn't notice. His nose hit his hard back. She took a breath of cold air.

Just want to say something, the corner of my eyes, also swept down from the upstairs Lu Jingchen and Chu Keren. Lu Jingchen is wrapped in gauze on the back of his head. Compared with his usual elegant demeanor, he is now in a lot of confusion.

Chu Keren walked by Lu Jingchen with his briefcase in his hand. It seemed that he had followed him to talk about business. However, Yan Xiruo thought that Chu Ke Ren accidentally rubbed her leg during the dinner that day --

his hands hanging on his side quietly clenched into fists.

The two of them had better be clear and clear -

yejue ink is tall and straight. Yan Xiruo hides behind him, and Lu Jingchen can't find it. However, Yan Xiruo finds that Chu Keren winks at yejue Mo with flattering eyes when he passes by.

If Yan Xi doesn't know what Chu Ke Ren thinks, he even winks at other men when he gets married. He doesn't take his brother seriously!

After Lu Jingchen and Chu Ke Ren go far away, ye Jue Mo turns around and looks at Yan Xiruo, whose eyebrows are wrinkled tightly. Yan Xiruo has a sword like cold light in his dark eyes. "If you want to give that kind of scum a chance, you can chase it." We are all in the same business circle. Lu Jingchen's flower name is outside. Ye Jue Mo naturally knows something about it.

If Yan Xiruo managed to escape Lu Jingchen, of course, he would not go to him again. Hearing the night Jue Mo call him slag man, although she agreed with the title, she couldn't help muttering, "anyway, men don't have a few good things, Lu Jingchen slag, you are not the same!" Otherwise, the wedding night will not occupy her body, he is outside the women, estimated to be countless.

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