Shen chengjing's small hands clutched his collar tightly. Her body was a little unsteady, but her mind was much clearer.
"Good, good kiss." At this moment, it was unknown who started it.
At the scene, some people were clapping and some were whistling. It was very lively.
Mo Yanchen carried her in his arms and strode away.
"Sir, that's a lot of money." At this moment, the boss came over to collect the money. Looking at the money, a meal cost about a hundred Yuan, but it was a thousand Yuan!
Unfortunately, mo Yancheng's footsteps were like a sprint, and he quickly disappeared into the dark night. He was like a gust of wind, soundless when he came, and also without leaving any traces when he left.
"Uncle, I'm uncomfortable." She reached out and tugged at her clothes. The wine was too strong, and she had drunk too much. Now, her chest felt like it was burning with a ball of fire.
