Just like dust

Chapter 133 Thoughts Turn Yellow Again

"It's been a long time since I chose?" Lan Luochen looked up and down, shaking his head, "I chose this kind of one with bare breasts, back and thighs? Of course, I don't object to wanting to be a butterfly, but it's always like this It's your fault if you seduce people on occasion."

Hearing this, Yu Pianran was blown away: "What do you mean by seducing people regardless of the occasion? I have seduced people?"

"Me?!" Lan Luochen replied decisively, and then, the playful eyes were suddenly covered by waves of heat, and became extremely deep and serious: "Of course, you seduced me... I don't even have the heart to receive you." The old man's distinguished guest, I just want to see you."

Yu Pianran pursed her lips. It is undeniable that these words extinguished a large part of her anger that had just been ignited, and it was accompanied by a trace of sweetness.

"Nonsense." Yu Pianran turned her head away pretending to be cold.

However, Lan Luochen pinched her chin, and turned her head back: "It's not nonsense, if you don't believe me, you can verify how much you have influenced me."

Saying that, Lan Luochen grabbed Yu Pianran's hand and put her on his lap.

Yu Pianran was so frightened that Huarong turned pale, and suddenly withdrew her hand, her delicate face was red, angry and ashamed.

"You bastard!" Yu Pianran accused indignantly.

The Lan Luochen who was scolded not only didn't make trouble, but a little smile flashed in his eyes. He looked at the time, it was almost eight o'clock, and the banquet was about to start. He delivered the dress to Yu Pianran's hands, soft and pampering Said: "Hey, be obedient, go change it, I hate seeing other men's eyes lingering on you. You are mine, you know?"

"I don't want to change it, it's so ugly." Yu Pianran pushed away the dress, a little hypocritically refusing, but just as she turned around, she suddenly heard a "tear--" sound, and the high-end white dress was stuck on her buttocks. A gap was torn open for no reason.

Puzzled, Yu Pianran turned her head to look at Lan Luochen, only to see him lazily leaning on the sofa, playing with a goblet with his left hand, his slender fingers looked flawless.

However, my skirt was inexplicably torn by some force, especially the silk thread, which still had a slight burnt smell, as if it had been burnt, and rolled up.

"What? It's a limited edition from Chanel, it's so easy to rot." Yu Pianran couldn't help complaining while protecting her little PP with one hand.

Glancing at Lan Luochen, he still looks so calm and breezy, tasting wine leisurely there, as if he doesn't take the rift in her group at all seriously.

Yu Pianran complained a few times, twisted her waist and ran to the sofa, grabbed the blue dress in the gift box angrily, and walked into the bedroom. When she left, she did not forget to be friendly. She glared at Lan Luochen and warned, "I'm about to change clothes, don't peek..."

Lan Luochen glanced at her indifferently, and said, "Of course, your thoughts have turned yellow again..."

Yu Pianran was so angry that she almost spat a mouthful of blood onto Lan Luochen's face, she opened her mouth, but couldn't refute a word, and closed the door with a "bang--".

Only then did Lan Luochen raise his left hand, blowing on the lingering fluorescent lights on his fingertips, a sly smile flashed across his mouth.

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(End of this chapter)