Chapter 482: Go Away, I Don’t Have Time to Play with You!

Lin Shiyu looked at Fu Qinglun and raised her beautiful red lips, "Master Fu, have you ever slept with Lu Qier? I'm not interested. I'm just curious about why Master Fu's aesthetic taste has always been so low. This Lu Qi'er You pierced your hymen yourself, tried so hard to seduce your good brother Mr. Gu, and ended up sleeping with a fool and getting pregnant with her. How can Mr. Fu eat such a woman? "

"I don't know how many unspoken rules she has accepted to become famous in the past three years. For the sake of being a husband and wife, I remind Mr. Fu to check up regularly to avoid getting AIDS!"

"Of course, I still want to congratulate Mr. Fu at the end. It took Mr. Fu N years to finally complete this road of transforming from a spare tire into a leading man. I have to applaud you. Mr. Fu is really... so great Inspiring!”

The words fell and there was silence.

“…”

Lu Qier's face turned red and white, humiliated and embarrassed. This Lin Shiyu almost peeled off every layer of skin on her body.

puff.

Gu Mohan couldn't help but laugh. He said, never offend a woman, especially the couple.

This pair of Nanmo and Beiyu are really not easy to mess with. They can give you a blow with just their words.

No wonder Fu Qinglun couldn't handle Lin Shiyu, this Lin Shiyu was really difficult to handle.

At this moment, Gu Mohan felt a sharp cold light sweep across his handsome face. He looked up and saw Fu Qinglun staring at him.

That means---you laugh again!

Gu Mohan picked up the red wine glass and took an elegant sip.

After taking care of Gu Mohan, Fu Qinglun raised his handsome eyelids and looked at Lin Shiyu, his face was so gloomy that it was about to drip.

Lin Shiyu ignored the man's gaze and said, "Mo'er, let's go."

Tang Moer felt that the bad breath in her heart had left her heart, and she was about to give Shiyu a thumbs up, "Okay, Shiyu, let's go."

The two women turned around.

At this time, a big hand with clear joints reached over and grabbed Tang Mo'er's slender wrist, "Mo'er, don't go."

When Tang Mo'er turned around, Gu Mohan's handsome and noble face magnified in her sight.

Gu Mohan held her back.

The last time she went to a high-end club to have fun, he raped her in the bathroom and then took her home and tortured her all night. She really couldn't get out of bed the next day.

He was satisfied and vented his anger, but Tang Moer never paid attention to him again.

After being treated coldly for so many days, it was time for her anger to subside.

Tang Moer lowered her eyes and glanced at the man's big hand holding her, "Mr. Gu, we are not familiar with each other, let go."

Gu Mohan didn't let go, and the corners of his sexy lips curved in an evil arc, "I just slept with you a few days ago. We're not familiar yet?"

Tang Moer raised her red lips and said, "Mr. Gu and Mr. Fu are indeed good brothers. They both share the word scum."

“…”

Fu Qinglun: It’s none of my business!

Gu Mohan pursed his thin lips and glanced at Fu Qinglun lightly, "He is him and I am him. We don't play together. If you hate him, don't take your anger out on me."

“…”

Fu Qinglun: Gu Mohan, you are really promising!

Tang Mo'er pulled back her wrist with force and smiled brightly, "No, Mr. Gu should continue to play with Mr. Fu. Shiyu and I will play with those young and handsome boys."

Hearing this, Gu Mohan frowned, "What do you mean?"

"It means, Mr. Gu, you are now a senior. I don't have time to play with you while you go."

After saying that, Tang Moer pulled Lin Shiyu away.

Looking at the woman's pretty back, Gu Mohan's handsome and noble complexion was so dark that he couldn't even look at it.

There is a rivalry with Fu Qinglun.

Fu Qinglun felt a little more at ease now, and even laughed at him, saying that they were half-assed!

"Qinglun, don't listen to Shiyu's nonsense. I have not accepted any unspoken rules. I am innocent..."

Fu Qinglun withdrew his strong arm neatly. He looked at Lu Qier and curled his lips meaningfully, "Don't worry Qier, I know who you are best."

His words were very meaningful. On the surface they sounded like he was comforting her, but upon closer inspection they sounded like he was sarcastic.

Lu Qier said "haha" twice in embarrassment and politeness.

…

Tang Mo'er and Lin Shiyu returned to their seats, and Lin Shiyu asked, "Mo'er, why doesn't An An come?"

"I'll call and ask."

Tang Mo'er took out her cell phone and dialed the number.

Champagne House No. 1.

In the room, a series of melodious cell phone ringtones rang. A small white hand reached over and picked up the phone, pressing the button to connect, "Hello."

"An'an, when are you coming over? We are still waiting for you to dance." Tang Moer's soft voice came over.

Before An An could speak, there was a knock on the door, and Aunt Su said outside the door, "Miss, there is a gentleman outside who wants to see you."

An An quickly turned to look at the door, "Sister Mo'er, I'll go later, hang up first."

She hung up the phone, then walked up to her room and opened the door, "What did he say his name was?"

Aunt Su shook her head, "Miss, that gentleman said you know who he is."

Know who he is.

A sneer flashed in An An's ice-like beautiful eyes, "Let him wait, just say that I don't want to see him now."

"yes."

Aunt Su retreated and An An returned to the room. She came to the balcony and looked down with Yu Jie hanging like butterfly wings.

Downstairs, in the corridor with retro palace lanterns, stood a tall and strong figure. He wore a black cap, a gray shirt and black trousers. The dim light on him could not soften his coldness.

He came in the wind and frost to save his students.

At this time, the door of the villa opened. Aunt Su said a few words to him. The man took a step back and slowly raised his head.

She was upstairs and he was downstairs. Their eyes met and their eyes met.

She saw him and saw him clearly.

The man put his hands in his trouser pockets, and his brown eyes swept towards her, sharp, cold, and flashing with complex emotions.

After three years, he didn't change much, but the facial features of a forty-year-old man were colder and deeper, like a sky axe. He didn't shave, and a circle of stubble grew, but he exuded an indescribable masculinity.

An An felt that three years had precipitated all the romantic things in him. He became silent and vicissitudes of life day after day.

This man had a story at first glance.

Men with stories often fascinate women.

An An retracted her gaze and turned directly into the room. She took out a set of clothes and changed into them, ready to go to CC Bar to dance.

She changed into a beige sequined long dress, also a suspender style, with thin straps hanging on her icy shoulders, and the back was empty, revealing her perfect back line.