The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   "Go, don't ask me."

   "Isn't this, I'm afraid you will be jealous?"

   "Heh—how could it be." Jiang Li'an raised his chin, "Am I such a stingy person!"

   "Sister-in-law!" Zuo Duo whistled.

  Older seniors in various circles, as well as brand owners, etc., are all celebrating Shen Qingzhuo in advance or at a fixed time. Most of the people who get together now are young boys, and the hormones are bursting, and the scene ignites at a moment.

  In the middle of the dance floor on the first floor, there is a strange world, the music is deafening, and the sound is like the rhythm of the heartbeat.

   "Boom, boom—"

   As the tallest person in the crowd, his back is a little thin but not thin, and his profile is angular under the light. He lowered his eyes, lazily tore off his jacket, and put it directly on top of the girl's head.

  Jiang Ye stood next to him, looking down at the news from the company. It was very difficult for the institute to balance with Huaxing. Since he started working on the company's projects at the beginning of this year, his feet have not touched the ground.

   Yu Guang glanced at that scene, tutted, paused for a while, and tutted again in annoyance.

  Dog men and women.

  Bah.

  Shen Gou and his Shui Lingling sister.

   "Borrow it." Shen Qingzhuo walked up to him, grabbed Jiang Ye's tie directly with one hand, and pulled it out, his voice was low, and in the other's stunned expression, he tied the pure black tie to his eyes and jumped directly onto the dance floor!

   As soon as he came on stage, he directly ignited the atmosphere of the audience, screaming incessantly, in a depressed and dazzling world, Shen Qingzhuo had a natural attraction that drew everyone's attention together.

The heavy metal music is heavy and fast, the boy is slender and deep, wearing a black shirt, a piece of clothes tucked in the waist of his trousers, a pair of black trousers on his lower body, showing his thin ankles, a tie on his face, and the bridge of his nose under the broken hair He was tall and tall, showing half of his face in the dim light and shadow.

He drank wine, his eyebrows and eyes were three-point drunk, and his dance was very explosive. With every movement, his waist and abdomen were faintly revealed, and the dripping sweat rolled down from his beautiful abdominal muscles, and the lines were drawn down in his trousers. Indifferent outside, deadly sexy.

   "Fuck! Brother Zhuo, I'm here!" Zuo Duo scolded and jumped up.

   Someone laughed and said, "Professionals are forbidden to participate, it's too much! What are the others playing when Brother Zhuo comes on stage?"

   "Brother Zhuo, I'm here too!"

   The scene was noisy and chaotic for a time, with dozens of young boys, feasting on their looks and sensuality.

  Jiang Li'an tore off his jacket, the smell of tobacco was still in his breath, looking at the unscrupulous figure on the dance floor, he finally understood what Shen Qingzhuo meant when he was afraid of her being jealous.

   Jiang Li'an twitched the corners of his lips.

   is very skilled at dancing.

   Come here on weekdays.

  Jiang Ye remained silent while holding the phone in his hand.

   Take his tie and pretend to be in front of his sister.

  The cow is still your Shen Qingzhuo cow!

   "Look at how sloppy he dances." Jiang Ye stepped on Shen Qingzhuan expressionlessly.

  Jiang Li'an was unhappy: "Are you blind?"

  “???”

  Jiang Ye **** softly. He understood what it felt like to turn his elbows out, and threw his suit jacket on Jiang Li'an: "Wait!"

After   , he walked onto the dance floor and walked directly in the direction of Shen Qingzhuo!

  Shen Qingzhuo heard his footsteps, whistled frivolously, and smiled provocatively: "Go up if you dare."

  Jiang Li'an awkwardly hugged the jackets of the two people, one in each hand, and then looked at the two people on the stage who were arguing: "..."

   As for?

Jiang Ye has also been to this kind of place in private. It's not that he didn't dance, but he never danced in front of Jiang Li'an. At this moment, he was fighting alone with Shen Qingzhuo. The hot dance between the two once made the atmosphere go in an uncontrollable direction. The scream broke my throat!

Today, Jiang Ye was wearing a dark red shirt under his black suit. His suit pants were tied with a belt. His leather shoes were spotless. He was tall and straight. Without losing the momentum, there was the sound of dong dong dong music, and at the end of the jump, the two were sweating and panting.

   "Brother, you are getting old, you have to practice again." Shen Qingzhuo regretted, her voice a little hoarse.

   "Who the **** are you talking about? Come again."

  Shen Qingzhuo smiled and jumped off the dance floor. Under everyone's attention, he walked towards Jiang Li'an step by step, then pulled off the tie tied to his face, grabbed her neck and kissed her directly!

   His breath was mixed with alcohol, so strong that he had nowhere to hide.

  Hot, hot, teenage desire.

   At that moment, Jiang Ye watched that scene and wanted to give himself a sad bgm.

  Thank you for also using my tie and giving me a little sense of engagement!

  #Failed

   Jiang Ye's back is so lonely and desolate.

  It was very late when the party ended. Jiang Li'an and Shen Qingzhuo went home. The two lived opposite each other. They were used to going to anyone's house on weekdays.

   About Shen Qingzhuo's birthday present, Jiang Li'an thought about it for several months, and followed Shen Qingzhuo into his house.

   "Change shoes." He reminded.

"Oh."

  Jiang Li'an stepped on his pink slippers, walked into the living room, and urged: "Hurry up! Today's party took too much time, the cake has not been made yet, it must be done before zero."

  Jiang Li An thought about it, all the expensive gifts seemed mediocre here, and finally gave Shen Qingzhuo a sweater knitted by herself. The eldest lady was obviously very satisfied with her embroidery.

  Although he plays a little arrogant on weekdays, he can't lose the famous lady's card. Jiang Li'an has crossed from embroidery and flower arrangement to financial games since he was a child.

   At 0:00 tonight, Jiang Li'an was going to give Shen Qingzhuo something to celebrate his birthday. For this reason, he decided to make a cake together with sincerity.

Shen Qingzhuo leaned against the Liuli Terrace, lowered his eyes, and was quiet. He drank a lot. He had a good drink. He drank everyone in the box by himself. tired, nodding.

   "Let you drink so much!" Jiang Li'an cooked him a bowl of sober soup, "Keep drinking!"

   "Ah... I'm happy today." Shen Qingzhuo kissed her first before taking the hangover soup, her voice hoarse and magnetic, "Thank you baby."

   After drinking the hangover soup, he probably had a strong drink and was on his head. Before he recovered, he started to help her make a cake.

  Long eyelashes drooping down, the side face looks good, clean and soft.

   Jiang Li'an was always angry with him.

  The cooking skills of the two of them are obviously not perfect, but the cake has been made several times in advance, so today it was done without any risk. Shen Qingzhuo was not very restful in the kitchen and made trouble with her several times.

  For the sake of atmosphere, Jiang Li'an deliberately turned off the lights in the living room. In the dim silence, she took out birthday candles and placed them on the beautiful cake, waiting for the arrival of zero.

   She picked up her phone and looked at it. The screen of the phone was dimly lit in the living room: "There's still half an hour, wait."

  Shen Qingzhuo hugged her and sat on the sofa, the girl snuggled in his arms, quietly and peacefully.

   "Can I eat first?" Shen Qingzhuo lowered her eyes, her breath falling on the back of her neck, "A little... can't wait."