Yage Western Restaurant, private room.
Mu Qianling sat opposite Lu Zhan, staring at Lu Zhan with cold eyes, clenching his hands under the table and then relaxing them.
"How long are you going to look at me like this?"
Lu Zhan, who was leaning on the chair, smiled and flashed his peach blossom eyes.
Mu Qianling crossed his arms across his chest, looked at him, and said lightly, "You knew me seven years ago, right?"
"That depends on what angle you look at."
Lu Zhan was still smiling like a flower.
Mu Qianling stood up suddenly, picked up the red wine on the table and poured it on Lu Zhan.
The corners of his mouth curved nicely, "Sorry, my hand slipped."
Lu Zhan's bright smile suddenly froze.
What surprised him even more was what was happening behind him.
Mu Qianling's eyes flashed with anger as he slowly walked towards him.
He leaned over ambiguously and lifted up his shirt, as if he was looking for something.
Lu Zhan was stunned for a few seconds before regaining his bright smile.
"Ling'er, let's get married.
I suddenly want to get married."
Mu Qianling stood up slowly, twitching the corner of his mouth, and was about to say something, but the master's cold voice came from the earring on his earlobe, "Qianling, this is an opportunity to get close to the Lu family."
She crossed her arms across her chest, paused, then grinned dryly, "I've only known you for less than a month and getting married is too childish.
We can be friends first."
As he spoke, he picked up the brandy on the table and drank it all in one gulp.
Probably because he drank it in a hurry, his face was stained with blush, which was cute.
She staggered and took the bag from the table and walked out without looking back.
Lu Zhan got up to catch up but was stopped by the waiter to pay.
Mu Qianling walked to the door of the restaurant, and the breeze blew by, making her feel dizzy.
She raised her hand to touch her earrings and said in a cold tone, "The man seven years ago was not Lu Zhan."
After that, he pulled off the earrings and threw them into the trash can next to him angrily.
"Qian Ling, since you agreed to be friends, let me take you back."
Lu Zhan caught up with her with a bright smile and reached out to grab her arm.
Mu Qianling raised his hand to his forehead, trying to wake himself up.
Before he could speak, he felt a strong wind blowing past his ears.
A strong hand pulled her forward, making her dizzy and almost fell.
She felt that Lu Zhan seemed to disappear before her eyes.
When she reacted, she found Lu Zhan lying on the ground, and Li Zheyan, with a gloomy face, held her tightly in his arms, pursed his lips and said nothing.
Mu Qianling narrowed his eyes, smiled cheerfully, and shouted involuntarily, "Husband" Lu Zhan, who was standing aside, visibly froze and slowly called "Uncle" Li Zheyan's gloomy face gradually relaxed, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he squeezed out the word "um" from his throat.
I don't know whether he was agreeing to Mu Qianling or responding to Lu Zhan.
The atmosphere was extremely awkward.
Li Zheyan, who was tall and straight, bent down to pick her up and walked quickly towards his Maybach.
He was pretty sure his girl was drunk.
It is absolutely impossible for her to call him husband when she is sober.
If possible, he would quite like her to get drunk like this.
Li Zheyan gently put her on the passenger seat, his deep gaze resting on her delicate face, and said lightly, "If you want a man so much, come to me."
Mu Qianling was so dizzy that it was rare for him to hear a sentence clearly.
She had a pair of misty peach blossom eyes, shook her head meekly, and spoke inarticulately.
"Anyone can do it, but you can't.
What separates us is not only age, but also two lives
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