Chapter 80 (1/2)

Mo Chi Wei is holding a cigarette in his hand. He is handsome and sharp in outline. His facial features are deep and three-dimensional, and the smoke is green and white, which makes him more sexy and dangerous.

He leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, and his two long legs occupied the position between the sofa and the coffee table. Ye ran knelt down beside his legs, smelling the faint smell of tobacco from the tip of her nose, and her heart beat faster uncontrollably.

After waiting for a few seconds, ye ran can't help looking up at him without waiting for Mo Chi Wei's reply.

His deep vision fell on the woman beside him. The woman didn't know what she whispered in his ear. His thin lips were almost invisible.

Ye ran opens a bottle of red wine and pours wine for Mo Chi Wei. Seeing that the woman is still talking in his ear, ye Ran is angry. She hands the wine to Mo Chi Wei and says, ”Mr. Mo, your wine.”

Mo Chi Wei side head, toward Ye ran a glance.

The cold and powerful atmosphere makes Ye ran shiver. The wine glass in his hand is not sure how to tilt, and the red liquid spills on Mo Chi Wei's shirt and trousers.

Ye Ran's eyelashes trembled with fright. She quickly took out a few pieces of paper and said, ”I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...”

Take the hand of paper towel, wipe directly toward Mo Chi Wei trousers.

Seeing her action, Shi Li's eyebrows on one side unconsciously wrinkled.

Is this woman really flustered, at a loss or deliberately?

Don't wipe the shirt first, but first put your hand into the privacy part of the trousers.

Almost when ye Ran's hand was about to touch Mo Chi Wei's trousers, his wrist was held by a strong force.

”Ah The sound of bone dislocation makes Ye ran scream in pain.

Mo Chi Wei shakes off Ye Ran's hand, twists out the cigarette at his fingertips, and stands up from the sofa indifferently.

See him quickly out of the box, ye ran ignore the wrist pain, she instinctively chased out.

Several other people in the box looked at each other.

Shi Li picked eyebrows, a face of curiosity, ”what's the matter? Is this woman not afraid of death? ”