Vinegar intention

  He said Ye Fei Mo would never love another person again and would never kiss another woman apart from Han Bi.

  But now, he was kissing another woman in front of her, so passionately and ardently that Han Bi's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, one slash at a time.

  Lin Ning and Tang Shuwen were also stunned, Ye Ershao was a natural flirt, changing women like clothes, but he had never seen him kiss anyone.

  True true false false, false false true true, who is in the play? Who is out of the play?

  His warm and tense lips left her mind a complete blank. This wasn't his first kiss with her, but it was the most shocking one for her.

  Fang Liu Cheng and Han Bi were both there, yet he was so reckless as to kiss her like that.

  Ye Fei Mo, have you gone mad?

  Her eyes were full of panic, letting him plunder every inch of her sweetness, finally releasing her when he was satisfied.

  She blushed and covered her face, as if on fire.

  Ye Fei Mo turned her around, his eyes coldly staring at Fang Liu Cheng, "Fang Liu Cheng, do you still think we're joking?"

  He walked closer to Fang Liu Cheng, lowered his voice and coldly laughed: "I still have to thank you for sending her to my bed."

  The banquet ended, Ye Fei Mo walked away with warmth under the gaze of others' surprise or shock, as always, he was unbridled and unrestrained.

  The warm one was silent all the way, and his mood didn't seem good either. The two of them had nothing to say along the way, and they returned to the apartment at a little past one o'clock.

  She took off that rosette for him.

  "What happened today, I won't take it seriously. Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble." Warm smile said, what is true and what is false, she can tell them apart.

  Ye Fei Mo took off his jacket, and every move he made showed a few points of laziness. He sat on the sofa, coldly staring at her, "Miss Wen, you really know how to read people's minds."

  He raised an eyebrow, his expression warm, and asked instead, "Could it be that Young Master Ye wishes me to take him seriously?"

  Ye Fei Mo played with the rosetear in his hand, and the corners of his mouth slightly rose. "Miss Wen, do you have any special hobbies?"

  "What do you mean?" Warmly puzzled and unclear.