Quickly Pierce the Peace of Mind To Be a Passerby

What Liu Weiwei didn't know was that she was also the prey of many hungry wolves, and was even more attractive than the barely dressed woman on the stage.

After a few worlds, Liu Weiwei accumulated a unique temperament, and separated a piece of his own world in this noisy bar.

Compared with other people, Liu Weiwei's dress is too strict. Even the sweater is high-necked, but it is difficult to hide her figure. The smooth black hair makes her look more gentle, and the mask on her face is for her. Filled with a trace of mystery.

Rejecting one person again, the number of wine glasses on the table increased to seven.

Looking across the newly added glass of wine, Liu Weiwei frowned, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

Turn on the phone and find the only person he can contact, Xiaoyun.

[Xiaoyun, can you contact Mr. Shangfang? 】

Xiaoyun: I can only contact Steward Yan.

[Would you help me ask Mr. Yan, Mr. Fang, have the things finished? 】

Liu Weiwei pointed his finger on the screen of the phone, a feeling of anxiety surged in his heart, and a strong vigilance rose from all over his body.

Before Xiaoyun's recovery, Liu Weiwei's pupils shrank, his head tilted subconsciously, and he avoided a hand that hit from behind. After that, he quickly got up, turned and looked back, and at the same time stepped back two steps under his feet. People move away from each other, and a set of actions goes smoothly.

Liu Weiwei looked at the man vigilantly. The man was very handsome, with blond hair, and a hint of surprise flashed in the raised phoenix eyes. After the reaction, the corners of his mouth rose, and the whole person seemed to have an evil intention.

"The beauty is good!" The visitor chuckled, bending down and placing the blood-red wine in his hand on the glass table, facing the row of seven glasses of wine, and the wine glass touched the glass table with a crisp sound.

Liu Weiwei's heart picked up with this sound, and there was something wrong. The hand just now was directed at the mask on his face. If it weren't for the reaction that he had developed in the last days, I'm afraid it is on his face now. The mask has been taken off by the man.

"I just want to buy you a drink." The man pushed the glass in Liu Weiwei's direction.

"I don't drink." Liu Weiwei looked down at the glass of wine and refused coldly.

"Tsk!" The man snorted, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth. He held up the first cup on the table with one hand and drank it in Liu Weiwei's puzzled eyes. The empty cup was put down, followed by the second cup. , The third cup,...

Liu Weiwei frowned and watched the man's movements. This movement attracted the attention of many people.

The seventh cup of wine was drunk by the man, and the empty wine glass was heavily put down by the man. With a bang, the man raised his head to look at standing Liu Weiwei, with a touch of redness in the corner of his eyes, and the redness made his whole person look more evil.

"Now this glass of wine is called an invitation." The man tilted his head and stretched out his hand to push the glass one centimeter in the direction where Liu Weiwei was standing.

Invite? Liu Weiwei bit his lower lip, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Seeing Liu Weiwei's reaction, the man's lips curled up, walking in the position of Liu Weiwei just now, and pointed at a man watching the excitement. "You, explain!"

The selected man was stunned. Randomly put on a look of excitement on his face, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Inviting the moon is a special wine that looks like wine. When someone strikes up a conversation and is rejected, the wine will stay. When the number of wines left for the chat reaches 7, the invitation can be initiated. The inviter needs to drink up the 7 cups of wine left behind that were rejected, and the invitee cannot refuse the eighth cup of wine."

After the man's explanation, some people around who didn't understand also understood the meaning of the invitation, and couldn't help but put on a look at the theater.

"Can't refuse?" Liu Weiwei frowned.

"Yes." The man touched his chin and spit out a word jokingly.

"Actually, this is also a symbol of charm! If the young lady is not willing to drink, she can leave before making up seven cups." The man just explained said.

After the man finished speaking, Liu Weiwei bit her lip. It was her fault.

"You can take off the mask without drinking." The sitting man looked at Liu Weiwei and pointed at the mask on Liu Weiwei's face.