Devil Exclusive: Little cute, super fierce

But after thinking about it, I really can't find a proper way to say it.

"Mo Shao, Miss Ning, she said..."

Mo insisted on words to suddenly open eyes, voice sex appeal, "say what?"

"Say... No more breakfast for her tomorrow."

The temperature in the car dropped suddenly.

Mo insisted that he didn't speak, but he was so terrible that the assistant driver didn't dare to breathe.

Suddenly, Mo insisted on a sneer.

No, no!

"Drive, go to the company!" Mo's voice is sinister.

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In the afternoon, evening star is washing clothes, received a call from midsummer, said it is not easy to catch a cold, about her to eat barbecue.

After the evening star hung up his clothes, he called a car and rushed to the barbecue shop of shengxiayue.

But who knows to just discover after arriving, Ji Ye Liang and Mo insist on words all in.

"Here, here." Midsummer waved her hand to the evening star.

The evening star walked forward after a meal.

Sheng Xia: "what are you doing? Come on, sit down. "

This is a table for four. Sheng Xia and Ji Yeliang are sitting on one side. There is an empty seat left, which is next to Mo Zhiyan.

Evening star standing there did not move, is the summer stood up, forced her in this position.

Sheng Xia is like an old mother, looking at the opposite shoulder touching shoulder, sitting with the late star and Mo insist.

Fight, right? The cold war, right?

There's nothing a barbecue can't solve.

If there are, it's two meals!

Midsummer poured a glass of water for the evening star, "has ordered a meal, all are our favorite."

The evening star leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Why are they both here?"

"There are so many people." Sheng Xia blinked innocently.

Mo insisted on his side face and looked in another direction.

The evening star curled his lips and sat aside, pulling away the distance from Mo Zhiyan.

Mo insisted that after catching this small move, Jun face sank, stood up and went to Sheng Xia, "you go to sit."

"I don't want to. I want to sit with my family."

"Get over there!" Mo insists on throwing Sheng Xia in the past, and then he sits down in Sheng Xia's position.

What does he mean?

I haven't asked for a change of seat yet, but he did?

Evening star is a bit upset.

But this is a public occasion after all, and friends are also here. Wanxing doesn't want to be a wet blanket, so he can only drink the water in front of him.

"Miss, this is the wine you ordered..." the waiter brought up the wine ordered by Sheng Xia.

Without waiting for midsummer to say anything, the evening star, who usually doesn't like to drink, took the lead and poured it into the cup.

Mo insisted that he finally looked at the evening star, but he still didn't speak, but his eyes were coagulated.

Finally, he simply pushed the bowl and went out.

Ji Yeliang: "insist, where are you going?"

"Get out and breathe!" Mo insisted that he didn't look back.

The late star didn't insist on the words of Guan mo. after a few cups, he was in the state of drinking hi.

Usually with midsummer, Wanxing is the one who persuades people to drink.

But today, the identity completely changed. Sheng Xia watched the late star drink one cup after another and hugged her arm. "You drink less. It's not beer. It's Shaojiu. It's a great aftereffect."

"It's ok..." Night Star pushed away her hand, "happy, just want to drink ~ ~"

Outside the barbecue.

Mo insisted that he was leaning against a lamp post on one side of the street.

One of his arms was encircled, the other hand was naturally lowered, and there was a cigarette on his fingertip.

He seldom smokes. He only smokes one or two when he can't control his mood.

People are out, but his eyes are still fixed in the restaurant.

So far apart, he couldn't hear what the evening star was saying.

But clearly see the girl drinking like drinking water, cup after cup, there is no meaning to stop.

Mo insists on the brow of speech more Cu more tight, finally choked out the cigarette in the hand, stride up.

Evening star has drunk a little, holding a glass with the cup of midsummer, "come on, cheers..."

Suddenly, one hand was on his glass.

"No more drinking!"