The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 388

Judging from the things in the pool, he is a man who wants to be dissatisfied.

Perhaps, he couldn't get enough satisfaction from her, and when Xu Yingying with a devil figure seduced him, he couldn't hold it back.

He has never been close to women, except for her, he will never bring other women by his side, but now, Xu Yingying is getting close to him, pouring wine for him, smiling at him, he also There was no pushback or rejection.

Gu Ranran took a sneak peek at Tang Xinyan's expression, saw her lowered her eyes and her face was tense, and whispered in her ear, "Xinyan, do you want me to drive the vixen away?"

Tang Xinyan held Gu Ranran's hand under the table, pursed her lips, and said in a cold voice, "I have nothing to do with him, he will find whomever he likes."

Gu Ranran looked at Xu Yingying's coquettish appearance of climbing up to the gold master, curled her lips indignantly, "It is because of this kind of woman that there are so many shameless little threes in the world."

After a meal, Tang Xinyan ate absent-mindedly.

In the ears, from time to time, Xu Yingying's melodious laughter like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley can be heard.

The queen of love songs really lived up to her reputation, someone made a joke and asked her to sing a confession love song to Mo Chiwei, and she actually sang one on the spot.

Xu Yingying's singing voice is very penetrating and infectious. When singing low and shallow, it is like gurgling water, and when the high note bursts out, it hits people's hearts like a torrent of bells. The lingering sound is endless.

When Xu Yingying sang, everyone talking and laughing in the box fell silent.

Tang Xinyan couldn't help but look at Xu Yingying.

Xu Yingying was very close to Mo Chiwei, her tender eyes were staring at Mo Chiwei's handsome face without blinking.

Mo Chiwei's tall body was leaning on the back of the chair, holding the wine glass in one hand, and tapping lightly with the rhythm of Xu Yingying's singing with the other hand.

His eyes were slightly lowered, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't show the dew, so that people couldn't see what he was thinking in his heart.

Tang Xinyan's nose was sore when she saw this scene.

For some reason, she remembered Guan Zhen's night, holding hands with him, and walking in front of the wandering singer.

The vagabond singer handed the microphone to her, and she sang "My Love".

At that time, his eyes were dark and deep, with some soft light, like the moonlight reflected in the spring lake, which made her heart warm and sweet.

At that time, he was obviously sitting opposite her, but she and him seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

So far away, so strange, so alienated.

She was so immersed in the memory that she didn't realize that her gaze was still on him.

When she recovered, he had raised his eyes and looked at her.

The deep eyes, like splashed ink, are so thick that people can't see the end, carrying endless danger and depth.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Like a child caught by the teacher for doing something bad, she looked away in a panic.

After Xu Yingying sang a song, there was enthusiastic applause from all around, and some people booed for another song.

Xu Yingying looked at the stern and indifferent man with a soft smile, and her Linglong body moved a little closer to him, "Mr. Mo, do you still want to hear it? If you want to hear it, I can sing it. I can also know Kunqu Opera!"

Mo Chiwei glanced at the little woman opposite with his eyes as deep as a cold pool. Although her face was quite calm, her long and thin eyelashes were still trembling slightly.

He raised his hand, signaling Xu Yingying not to sing any more.

Xu Yingying responded softly, picked up the serving chopsticks, and picked up food for Mo Chiwei, "Mr. Mo, try this, it tastes good."

(End of this chapter)