Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The liquor saleswoman sitting next to Mo Jing was still a little uncomfortable, but she saw the season warm in these minutes like a fairy, and now she mumbled her tongue and didn't dare to challenge her.

After all, even if you take off your clothes and stand here, you won't be able to attract even women.

She had just arrived wearing this and a normal long dress. I didn't think she could achieve this by just unbuttoning a button, unbuttoning a hair and changing a smiley face...

Beautiful.

Beautiful makes women want to commit crimes.

The liquor seller actually wanted to come out and make some money. Although she wanted to hug the thigh around her, the implicit feeling was that neither the woman nor the man in front of her could be guilty. Seeing this man, although he didn't let himself go, did not hug her waist or touch her at all. At this time, the attention was completely on the beautiful woman. The liquor seller slowly retreated away from him, drooling his head and quietly ran away.

Seasonal warmth noticed the scene, and the smile on her face didn't change.

Her purpose was not to get rid of the woman, but deep in Mo Jing.

Seasonal warmth here attracts a group of men to rub their hands, but their eyes are smiling and smiling at the men who sit still on the couch all the time.

“Mo Jingshen, isn't that divorce?” Seasonal warmth opens, the sound of brandy liquor and the coolness of ice, whispering, but everyone around you can hear me clearly: “If I promise to sign the divorce tomorrow, isn't it none of your business if I'm taken away by anyone here tonight? ”

Seasonal warmth said, another sip of wine, she did not drink like the women who often drink alcohol, spilled and warm, but this kind of action can attract the interest of many men.

Watching the long, waterfall-like hair lapse behind the season's warm brain behind the clavicle and chest. The skin in front is warm and white under the light, luring people up to touch it. It's so beautiful.

Those men were more likely to hear that she was about to be divorced, that is, to look at her like a wolf, as if she were a woman without a man who would be abandoned from marriage the next moment someone would jump up and take her away.

Such a lovely night, such a woman is too tempting. Confused, the surrounding bluetone music continued, resulting in no one hearing the name of the man on the sofa just called Seasonal Warm, no one hearing the three words "deep in ink scenery".

The man on the sofa sits right in the middle of the card bag, a card bag that is quiet in the bar, the lights are dim, the man's expression is hidden in the dark, and the people around him are equally invisible.

“Divorce? How can a man be so beautiful? ”

“Divorce! Get out of here! If you leave today, I'll take you to get your license! ”

The whistles and whistles around me went on and on.

The atmosphere around the deep surface of the ink gradually became more and more hazy, and the coolness of the eyes gradually became more and more icy.

Seasonal warmth stood up straight in front of the card bag and stopped looking at him. At the next moment, he drank all the wine from his back and threw the glass to the floor at will. The broken glass sounded like a switch, making the man's eyebrows seem to be slowly lifting.

Seasonal warmth turned around and lifted her hand to lift her soft long hair behind her. This small corner of the bar caused a sensation that was probably noticed by the lighter. As she walked into the dance floor alone, the lights on the dance floor went out one by one because of her movements. Finally, only the darkest one was left. As she lifted her hair on the dance floor and the long skirt rotated in place, the lights lit up a little bit at a very slow speed, and as she spun faster and faster, the brightness of the lights increased slightly at the same speed.

Ben is a brilliant being, suddenly no longer hiding and ignoring his beauty, suddenly this brilliant glow among the crowd, under the light like a broken elf, every spin makes the skirt fly up, elongated white legs exposed to people, countless men are drawn one by one, whistles flutter.

Seasonal warmth also simply danced a skirt dance, and the dress was not very exposed, but her eyes were extremely seductive, such a skirt dance was interpreted by her as a tangling visual effect, the whole atmosphere in the bar was detonated, someone went into the dance floor and handed her a glass of wine, Seasonal warmth smiled and followed, when all the lights gathered on her, lifted up the wine in the glass, the liquid poured up, she lifted her face, looked at the liquid dropping, then closed her eyes, let it fall on top of her head, the liquid rolled down a little bit of hair, soaking hair was not enough, wherever it fell on the white skirt, it would become translucent.

The glass looked too little in the eyes of the men, and countless people handed it over to her instantly.

Seasonal warmth smiled and spinned to a man's side, taking over the glass while deliberately pulling each other around between the man's arms, until the man couldn't help but hug her waist for a moment, and spinning out in his arms. Although he didn't let the other touch it, he let all the men around him look itchy.

The season's warm dance is casual and hot. Hot, it's really hot here, there's already sweat slipping down from her neck, slowly rolling into her deep V-neck, it's fascinating, white skin gets more and more attractive under the light, long and spreading black hair swinging back and forth between her waist, sweat wet black hair, but it doesn't affect her half of the beauty, Instead, it causes more men in the bar to pour in this direction, surrounding her group in the center of the dance floor.

Seasonal warmth threw the wine up again, and when it leached all over her, the clothing on her back was soaked, as it became wet and translucent to outline her back.

The eyes of both men and women were on her, and the warm eyes of the season were always looking in the same direction. Even if the crowd stood densely, she could still see the man in the small gaps of the crowd.

There are more and more people around her, the field is getting hotter and the sweat is getting more and more, she has not picked up any more wine, the sweat has also wet her dress, the clothing on her chest is stained with sweat a little bit, the clear skin because of the sweat as if cloth was shining, more attractive.

Her eyes swept over the men who had accompanied her, and finally stopped on the face of a man who looked good and looked like a man. She smiled slowly at him, smiled at him and snapped her fingers at the man again, like inviting him to dance with her.