The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

157 Chapter 1 In the wrong direction ([-])
When Shen Lue and Yaoyao came in, there was an uproar inside. On the coffee table, dozens of wine bottles were tilted to and fro, and there were all kinds of red wine and beer.In front of the LCD screen on the entire wall, Xu Xian did not know what to say, and was escorted to squat on the ground to sing "Conquer", while Meng Zixiao, who was facing "affectionately", took a magazine to cover his face Choose to play dead.

"The tenacious me is a prisoner of this battle, and I was conquered by you just like that, cutting off all retreats..."

The loud music was accompanied by someone's howling wolf. Men and women sat around on the fiery red sofa drinking and laughing, and many of them were drunk.

Yaoyao subconsciously went to look for Tang Song, not her boyfriend Zhang Shaoyang.The man seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, his black eyes were half-closed, his broad shoulders were lazily leaning on the soft single sofa, his appearance was very relaxed, but there was a sharp force that people dare not ignore, which made people Intuitively reminiscent of an elegant cheetah taking a nap.A woman took the opportunity to approach with a wine glass, and the man immediately changed into a cold and unrestrained expression, exuding a dangerous aura that nymphomaniacs should not approach.

Seeing the woman walking away dejectedly, Yaoyao couldn't help but sneer in his heart, however, just for a moment, a sense of sadness rose in his heart. Compared with that woman, he seemed to have nothing to be proud of except for the short one month in the past. And what she said to Shen Lue just now seemed so pale and ridiculous.

The man on the sofa noticed the abnormality here, and his gaze slowly swept over. Yaoyao suddenly pulled himself together to turn around from depression, and unconsciously stroked her hair. Staying there, her deep and blurred eyes suddenly became clear after seeing the girl beside her.

The lights in the room were dim, but Tang Song could still see the little woman's expression clearly. Her willow eyebrows were lightly frowned, and her gaze was erratic, but her eyes clearly showed disdain and contempt for all of this.Of all the men present here, they want the wind and the rain, and the women flock to them, but she always regards them like cockroaches and worms.

Tang Song has been arrogant for nearly 30 years. Whether in love or in the mall, when has he been so belittled by someone, he really wants to cut open her little head to see what is inside. His eyes gradually turn cold, but he is far away staring at her.The neon flickered, casting dazzling circles of light on the ground, which jumped to her pure white skirt in an instant, printing colored spots of red or green.

The light moved up, dazzled slightly, and when she turned her head, she caught a glimpse of the man on the sofa.His clear eyes are like cold pools, and the four eyes meet each other. Just one glance makes her tremble all over. She doesn't know where he has provoked him again. Thinking of the "earnest warning" from a certain senior just now, Shen Lue twisted her white handbag with her fingers Take, walk towards him.

Tang Song was sitting on a single sofa, and Shen Lue was thinking about whether he had to stand behind and serve like a maid, but when he was two steps away from him, he pulled him into his arms.

She struggled, and stopped when she saw his tense jaw. Obviously, this was a sign of his anger.

"Why so long?" He tilted his head and looked into her eyes.

Shen Lue's half-lidded eyes were still hesitating, when he heard Yaoyao come up and say cheerfully: "Sister Shen didn't remember the box number and went astray, so I can find it easily."

"Oh?" The man's thin lips curled up slightly, a half-smile.

Shen Lue's palms were sweating, and she could clearly feel that he was unhappy now, because that strong gaze had been glued to her face, as if he wanted to see why.

The slowing down of the music means that the song has come to an end, and several people have already looked this way, Shen smiled slightly, and subconsciously raised his hand to move away the big hand around his waist, but it was just touching him. Behind Wei Liang's hand, the inspiration he had just received flashed through his mind, and he changed his mind.

(End of this chapter)