What is she doing? In order to retaliate against his words, do she deliberately let him lose face?

"What are you doing? Ye Chuqing, is it fun?" The cold and angry voice echoed in a quiet banquet.

Mo Fengya's eyes were frosty, and this sentence was squeezed out of his mouth.

Ye Chuqing felt cold and cold, looked up pale, and looked at him helplessly.

Fun? [[

She was stunned, and her heart suddenly suffered.

The hand holding the glass feels very tingling.

She wanted to explain that she opened her mouth weakly, but she found that she couldn't explain it. It could not be said that there was a problem with the champagne.

"Sorry, I was drunk and accidentally knocked down." She could only speak softly and loudly.

Mo Fengya listened to her ridiculous explanation, but only felt even more hot.

Can she find a more reasonable excuse? Does she really feel that she can tolerate her unconditionally?

She also wanted to challenge him to be patient.

"Get up and roll out immediately." He raised his voice angrily, staring at her indifferently.

Ye Chuqing opened his eyes and looked at him unbelievably.

The heart tingling on the chest is extremely painful, and the pain is trembling.

There is an extremely humiliated feeling, and the sadness of being deeply stabbed.

It is painful and painful ... No matter the palm or the heart, the pain that cannot be suppressed.

But she knew that she had made such an ugly situation. No one would sympathize with her, and she would only be crazy when she made a wine.

Even if you feel too ugly, you still leave here quickly, don't be shameful.

She took a deep breath and wanted to get up with her body, and the glass under her hand suddenly pierced into her meat.

It hurts, a pain of a cone came, making her face whiter.

Her hands, the back of her hands, still look intact, but her palms are pierced by the glass, and many glass are also inserted into her palm, which is not effective at all.

But if she does not support the ground, she can't climb at all.

"Can you help me get up?" She said this to him very hard and looked at him in prayer. [

Mo Fengya wanted to reach out his hand, and eventually over his face, and said coldly and said:

"Do you need me to leave you as last time, Ye Chuqing, Cinderella's story is not suitable for you, I am not a prince."

The cold and ruthless voice is full of mockery.

Ye Chuqing looked at him with a stunnedness, and finally understood the meaning of his words, and felt ashamed.
Chapter completed!