Beichuan promptly blocked Su Hongxing's way, with a sly smile on his face: "The restroom is right here, you go in and cleanse that huge flowery face of yours, then come out and let me have a look."
If Fu Yan says this woman is pretty, then she must be.
After all, Fu Yan has a good taste.
Looking at the women Fu Yan had dated before, they might not all be exceptional beauties, but they certainly were women of character and grace.
Ordinary flowers and grass roots could never catch Fu Yan's eye.
Now, Beichuan was particularly interested in Su Hongxing's face, wanting to see if she was truly beautiful without makeup.
Beauties, yeah, those he adored.
If this woman was truly that beautiful, he wouldn't mind having a little fun with her.
Su Hongxing was somewhat annoyed. Why was Beichuan still like this after all these years?
"Our boss, Mo Li, is drunk, I need to take him home." She said, walking towards Mo Li, forcefully pinching his arm.
