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President Li immediately stood up and shouted respectfully: "Nightclub."

Shui Miaomiao saw Ye Lingyi's moment, his back stiffened, his eyes widened, and his cold eyes met.

His cold is like it comes out of his bones, wherever he goes, he can freeze all the souls, not the grass.

Especially for her, it was a little bit more fierce, disgusting, and hateful.

The look of light fell on her heart like a cold blade.

Shui Miaomiao's hand trembling on her lap was obviously not doing anything wrong. When she saw him, she was inexplicably nervous. The atmosphere did not dare to breathe out, her eyes dropped in conscience, and her eyelashes were shaking slightly.

Shen Mochen glanced at Shui Miaomiao's pale complexion, the charming pupil deepened a bit, and took Shui Miaomiao's hand.

Shui Miaomiao passed away and looked at Shen Mochen.

Shen Mochen held her hand a little tighter, raised her eyebrows, and reflected in the dark eyes two small hers.

Shui Miaomiao could feel the heat of his palm being conveyed to her bit by bit. With the blood flowing into his heart, the heart settled inexplicably, and smiled at Shen Mochen.

Her smile stabbed Ye Lingyi's eyes.

Ye Lingyi kicked off her chair and sat down opposite Shen Mochen, her jaw tensed, her eyes sharp as an eagle eye, and she swept Shui Miaomiao, and asked the big-bellied man, "Why, can you also call **** in your restaurant here?" "

Whore? Prostitute?

Shui Miaomiao raised his eyebrows, and he really became more and more ugly.

The wicked gaze of the big-bellied man looked at Shui Miaomiao and replied with a smile: "It should be okay."

Shui Miaomiao's face subconsciously turned pale again.

Shen Mochen glanced at Shui Miaomiao, put her hand on her lap and squeezed.

Shui Miaomiao looked at Shen Mochen.

Shen Mochen raised a smile and said with certainty: "You are my girlfriend, don't want to be skewed."

Shui Miaomiao's heart trembled, and her eyes were somewhat wet, reflecting Shen Mochen's grinning smile, which was exceptionally bright.

She, as if standing naked in the cold wind, was subjected to the insults and contempt of others, trying to numb herself, not caring. At this time, Shen Mochen put a coat on him, took her hand, and left.

Make her feel extra warm.

Shui Miaomiao took hold of Shen Mochen's hand and said with a smile, "Oh."

Ye Lingyi stared at Shui Miaomiao's smile, and her eyes grew colder, holding the wine glass, and scornfully said to Shen Mochen: "Doesn't President Shen feel dirty? Maybe he is sick."

"Oh." Shen Mochen chuckled, and calmly replied: "The nightclub is more worrying. I have tried it last night. It is sweet and delicious, and there is no disease."

Ye Lingyi's strength in holding the red wine glass increased, her nails were pale, the green muscles on the back of her hand burst into flames, staring at Shui Miaomiao, the anger in her eyes seemed to burn her into a hole, and asked: "Is there? Whether people are sick or not, they still need to see a doctor before they know."

Shui Miaomiao couldn't bear his yin and yang strangeness, like a file, poking her spine, sore and sore, and uncomfortable.

Shui Miaomiao raised his eyes, looked straight at Ye Lingyi, and said unpleasantly: "You said enough, is it related to you if I am sick or not?"

"I'm afraid of being infected by you." Ye Lingyi said politely, his chest undulating, as if suppressing his anger.

"If you're afraid of being infected by me, you can get away. Sitting in a position for a long time to speak is hairy. The air can also infect bacteria. You don't know."