Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

The interior of the club was arranged like a dream. Lu Yuanyuan looked at it curiously for a while and had to sigh, "Han Huan is so beautiful."

Han Huan is famous for her cold temperament. However, this cold sense of alienation is not annoying. Instead, it puts a mysterious veil on her, which makes people want to find out more.

The birthday dinner was very romantic and dreamy, and the guests also arrived one after another.

In the past, Lu Yuanyuan would never be the focus of attention at the banquet. This time, she obviously felt the attention from all directions.

She took mu Shaoxi's arm and lowered her voice, "brother Shaoxi, are they all looking at us?"

"Yes." Mu Shaoxi was used to such scenes.

Lu Yuanyuan's face was red. He had thought about how to introduce mu Shaoxi to his friends for a while.

"Yuanyuan, I'll go out and get some air."

"Brother Shaoxi?" Lu Yuanyuan raised his head in surprise and looked at him.

Under the light, his handsome face was still her familiar look and gentle voice, like coaxing a pet, "I'll be back soon."

"All right." Watching his tall back leave,

Mu Shaoxi came outside and lit a cigarette. He seldom smoked, except under special circumstances.

Amid the smoke, he saw a figure coming towards him.

Familiar figure, gradually clear.

Tonight's protagonist Han Huan, wearing a champagne fishtail dress, swaying, came over. Her eyes stagnated. She didn't seem to expect to see him here.

The click of high heels on the ground suddenly stopped.

Such a handsome man, standing between light and shadow, was covered with a layer of white mist. Rao was so. Han Huan recognized him at a glance.

The next second, she lifted her skirt and flew into his arms.

Mu Shaoxi's tall body was thrown back by her. He staggered two steps, lifted it up with a cigarette in his hand. His body was stiff, "... Let go."

Han Huan shook his head and hugged his thin waist with both hands. "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"Han Huan, let go." This time, the voice was colder.

Han Huan raised his head from his arms and saw his beautiful jaw line. He stood on tiptoe to get up.

One hand pushed away her approaching face.

The distance between them was abruptly opened.

Han Huan still refused to let go. "Shaoxi, why?"

Mu Shaoxi held the cigarette in his hand and slightly lifted it away. With one hand, he strongly pulled her away from himself. Without looking at her injured eyes, he turned and left without saying a word.

"Stop!"

Behind him came Han Huan's cold low drink.

The man didn't stop at all, and soon disappeared in her sight.

Stepping into the room, Han Huan came to the guest signature office. Lu Yuanyuan happened to be signing. As soon as she approached, Lu Yuanyuan put down his pen and smiled at her, "happy birthday, Han Huan!"

"Thank you." She gave a polite and distant nod of thanks.

She glanced casually at the guest signature list, and then fixed her eyes in a certain place.

Her eyes were getting darker and darker. She moved up slowly from Lu Mian and fell on Lu Yuanyuan's face. "Miss Lu, don't you call her Yuanyuan?"

Lu Yuanyuan explained generously, "Yuanyuan is my nickname, perfect circle. Lu Mian is my name. Everyone calls me Yuanyuan. Over time, Lu Yuanyuan calls me Yuanyuan. "

Han Huan's breath stagnated for a moment, and her face changed slightly.