Chapter 6

Long straight hair, misty eyes, slightly pink face dyed red.

Women?

How can a woman be in the men's room?

Here, are you sure it's the men's room?

His eyes followed the woman's eyes, and his face was as blue as iron.

Thin lips gently open, voice cold like ice: "what are you looking at?"

"Hey, hey." Mo West dye obscene smile, and then toward his ambiguous whistle, "little thing."

Little thing?

There are three black lines on a man's forehead.

"Oh, I'm shy." Mo West dye is not afraid of death again said a sentence.

Drunkard.

Crazy woman.

Zhou Yanchen defines moxiran in his heart.

Slowly and gracefully zipped up his trousers, he stood back for a moment, and the cool female voice floated into his ears.

"Why? Why don't you go to school? "

On?

Can he still come out?

Also drank some wine, wine gas rendering, Zhou Yanchen's face, beautiful and frightening.

In particular, that pair of bright Phoenix eyes, like obsidian, will make you feel like you are in a whirlpool.

Mo Xi dye is this kind of feeling at the moment, her head seems to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, her whole person is muddled.

"Have you had enough?"

Colder than the gale is his taunt.

Mo Xi ran suddenly regained his mind and shook his dizzy head.

"Tut!" With a mocking glance at her, Zhou Yanchen was about to leave.

And a drunk crazy woman to do more entanglement, he would not be so bad.

There is a kind of people who are cowardly when they are sober and dare not speak loudly to strangers.

But once you drink, it's like you're on the hook.

I dare to do anything that breaks people's eyes.

This kind of people, you can call them sultry.

It happens that moxiran is such a person.

She burped drunkenly, holding each other's arm vigorously.

That is, Zhou Yanchen's arm.

"Stop!" Along with the action, it's a soprano full of Mo Xi Ran's mid air.

His attitude just now makes moxiran feel despised.

She can't give up easily.

Zhou Yanchen's eyelids were tilted at a 45 degree angle, and his eyes were full of satire, disgust, impatience and other emotions -

staring at her.

"Let go." A deep and pleasant male voice rang out.

He spoke with a final warning.

Just, Mo West dye naturally, can't hear.

Learning from Zhou Yanchen, Mo Xiran squints his eyes, hangs his eyes and looks up at him.

Crystal clear skin can be broken by blowing, two red clouds on the cheek, delicate round nose, rhombic red lips, with her watery eyes.

It's pretty good looking.

In other people's eyes, if a beautiful woman can get a good eye in Zhou Yanchen, it is already the highest evaluation.

After all, the appearance of others is as amazing as heaven.

It's just

"I'm not interested in wasting time with a kid."

"Little friend friend?" Mo West dye stares big eyes, can't believe of looking at him.

Unconsciously, she stood up and said, "have you ever seen a child develop so well?"

Her words fall, a pair of hawk Falcon sharp Phoenix eyes then delimit her body in front.

Mo West dye is not afraid, proud of holding a small chin.

"Are you sure you're growing?"

An old blood stick in the throat.

Mo Xiran feels that she may die young, and her death is here.

Drinking wine suddenly on the head, her eyes blurred, and wine dizzy, and he was angry.

Her lips murmured, and she fought back with trembling death: "that's better than yours!"

Zhou Yanchen said nothing.

I didn't expect that this crazy woman was still a guy with negative IQ.

The slender and well-defined finger put on Mo Xi Ran's wrist. With a little effort, he forced her to let go.

"Shit! It's killing me

Pain call, Mo West dye instinctively stretched out a small fist.

Three seconds later, there was a red mark on Zhou Yanchen's chin