His lips fell on Song Xiyue's delicate lips. He was about to open his mouth and taste it carefully, but the person in his arms had already moved. She stretched out her hands, as if she had condensed all the strength of her whole body for her life, focusing on her hands, and then pushed him away. By the way, Song Xiyue stretched out her slender palm and swept towards Mu Wei's cold cheeks.

Mu Wei smiled coldly, looked at the sharp gaze and imposing momentum of the girl in front of her, with a little evil look, and raised her head gently, snatching her aggressive palm.

Following the trend, she grabbed her wrist, smiled evilly and lowly, "It seems that you will still resist."

"You bastard," Song Xiyue cursed while breaking away from his hand that he was holding.

"Okay, I'm a bastard." Mu Wei Leng nodded without denying it, his eyes full of interest, and his eyes looking at Song Xiyue became even darker.

"Then don't you let go?" Song Xiyue's beautiful eyes widened and asked impatiently.

Hearing this, Mu Weilen slowly let go of his hand, the corners of his lips slowly raised a strange curve, and his voice spoke in a charming voice, "Okay, let's go."

After saying that, he put his hands back in his pocket and walked straight forward.

Song Xiyue sighed softly and followed, but was actually helpless.

This person is really moody, why are you kissing her? You say anything like resistance. If you are sick, you are purely sick! Maybe in the eyes of others, Mu Wei Leng is a godlike existence. He looks perfect and has a slender figure. He is indeed a bit of capital, but in Song Xiyue's eyes, he is a scumbag, even more scumbag than a scum!!!

"It's here" Mu Wei's cold and low voice rang slowly.

Song Xiyue suddenly looked up and realized that she had arrived at the door of a Korean barbecue restaurant. Looking through the glass window, the people in the store slowly couldn't find a gap.

"Many people" Song Xiyue sighed in surprise, and then asked, "Is there any place?"

"Don't worry." Mu Wei Leng looked down at Song Xiyue, laughed muffled, and then accompanied by his teasing words, "I can't be hungry!"

Damn...

I'm just asking!

Song Xiyue secretly complained to herself, and saw Mu Weilen walking into the store first and talking to the waiter at the front desk. After a while, he had already flashed and appeared in front of her and raised his chin, "Go in first, turn left on the second floor, and wait for us first."

"Okay." Song Xiyue didn't ask anything more, responded and went in.

When I opened the door of that room, it was a private room with a simple style and a cool breeze hit me. I looked at it and it turned out that the air conditioner had already been on.

"Oh, bored." Song Xiyue sat on the chair bored, took out her phone and started playing Tiantian Cool Run.

Not long after, Mu Weileng, Leng Boxi, An Luoze, Han Lingsheng and others also pushed the door open and entered.

The four of them glanced at Song Xiyue who was playing with their phones, but didn't say anything, but they each called a seat and sat down, knowing that the waiter came in to order food.

"Shit, why are you dead? You are still 100 meters away from 10,000 meters. Shit, what kind of garbage game!" Song Xiyue's eyes turned red and she threw her phone on the table, with a grievance on her face.

"Oh, 10,000 meters, you are quite arrogant." An Luoze looked at the angry Song Xiyue, bent his eyebrows and said with a smile, his voice feminine.

"You're playing too?" Song Xiyue looked up and asked.

"Yes, it's a pity that I can only run 3,000 meters," An Luoze said, showing a sad look on his face, and then approached Song Xiyue again, smiling, "Why don't you help me with the highest record?"

"Forget it," Song Xiyue waved her hand powerlessly and said, "It's better to break the game, don't play it."

"I think you have poor skills." An Luoze smiled softly.

"Give me the phone!!" When Song Xiyue heard the three words "bad technology" and became angry immediately, she asked An Luoze for her cell phone.

"Song Xiyue" But at this moment, Mu Weilong roared and looked at Song Xiyue with cold eyes.

"What are you doing?" Song Xiyue raised her head and looked at Mu Weilen in confusion. She didn't know why he called him, and she didn't know why his eyes were so cold and terrifying.

"Ordering dishes" but Mu Weilen directly threw the menu in front of her. His tone was cold and intoxicating. After his words, he looked at An Luoze quietly, and there seemed to be a warning in his eyes.

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Everyone ignores Mu Wei and is jealous, and he doesn't want to be a bird = =
Chapter completed!