Meng Mingxuan regretted asking this question.
She was about to save the situation, but Yan Mojiu grabbed her jaw and looked into her eyes with his dark and cold eyes.
"The waiter was talking about Yan Zheng, right?"
After coming to Kyoto, people in the circle brought up Yan Zheng’s love history again and laughed at it again.
Meng Mingxuan didn't know how to answer.
The waiter and the rest were all made up by her.
"Don't worry about it." Yan Mojiu gently stroked her smooth chin with his thumb, "It has nothing to do with us."
How come it doesn’t matter?
Meng Mingxuan wanted to ask something, but was pressed on the shoulder.
"Take a nap." He didn't want to hear the word "stand-in" again.
Although, it doesn't matter if she uses 놛 as a substitute.
But it doesn't mean I will like it.
Meng Mingxuan was disturbed by Master Yan and Yan Ting in the afternoon today, so she really didn't sleep well.
She leaned quietly on Yan Mojiu's shoulder, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.
Yan Yuting's words made her feel insecure.
Is there really a woman in this world who looks like her sister?
If so, what should she do?
She was just pretending to doze until Yan Mojiu carried her out of the car.
Yan Mojiu naturally discovered it.
Because her breathing rate is different when she is asleep.
She has a lot on her mind.
After changing her shoes and carrying her to the sofa, Yan Mojiu squatted in front of her and started to divert her attention: "Mingxuan said before that she kissed me when she was drunk? When?"
Meng Mingxuan was completely freed from her worries about the stand-in, and felt annoyed when she saw the man's obvious teasing.
Who is drunk?
Who is kissing whom?
"Did you kiss me?" Yan Mojiu pulled her hand over and stroked the inside of her wrist.
A tingling sensation spread from Meng Mingxuan's heart.
"No," she replied glumly.
놛 didn't even remember it, so she was eager to tell 놛 that 놛 took away her first kiss after he got drunk.
What kind of first kiss is it if only she remembers it?
Meng Mingxuan didn't know whether she felt more disappointed or more relieved.
If 놛 knew that 놛 had offended her after being drunk, would 놛 regret 놌 pretending to be a couple with her and end this fake relationship.
"it's a pity."
Meng Mingxuan looked up in surprise, what was there to regret?
Yan Mojiu met her astonished gaze, laughed, stood up and untied his tie.
"There's a bar party tonight, where friends in the circle will get to know each other. Mingxuan, are you going?"
놛 asked.
Meng Mingxuan thought for a moment and asked, "Will you bring a female companion?"
"certainly."
"Then I'll go."
Everyone else brought a female companion, so how could she let herself go to the party alone?
What if someone calls you a princess at a bar party?
"Okay, go choose a skirt, we'll leave later." Yan Mojiu had to go back to the study to deal with business emails and hold a video conference.
"How about the skirt you gave me last time?" Meng Mingxuan was eager to try it.
Yan Mojiu's voice suddenly dropped, "No."
“…”
It's obviously beautiful.
"Be good and choose a white one." Yan Mojiu coaxed her.
"She looks like a female ghost late at night. I don't like it." Meng Mingxuan refused. She was 22 years old, not 12 or 16.
"Then light green."
"Green? I'm your girlfriend now, and you want me to wear green?"
"I'm turning you on, are you turning on me?"
“…”
Of course it can’t be green.
Meng Mingxuan stood up awkwardly and pretended to be calm, "I'll go find a black one. I'll be the black swan tonight."
Yan Mojiu pulled her in front of him, pinched her face, and then pinched her delicate neck.
"What are you doing?"
"Let me see if it's black."
“…”
"It's quite white. It looks like a white swan no matter how you look at it."
Meng Mingxuan: “…”
The maids not far away all laughed quietly.
Meng Mingxuan knew that she was still working in the study, so she pushed her hand away, turned around and ran away quickly.
She returned to the room and opened the wardrobe, but stood in front of it for a long time, her cheeks burning.
Her 'boyfriend' is so good at flirting.
I wish he was really flirting with her instead of just acting.
…
Royal Court Bar.
When Yan Mojiu brought Meng Mingxuan into the box, all the men in the circle started drinking.
"Brother Jiu, my sister-in-law."
"Brother Jiu, my sister-in-law."
"Nine……"
Nie Yang, Feng Yilin and the others all stood up, and the other masters followed suit and shouted.
Yan Mojiu nodded slightly, took Meng Mingxuan to sit down, glanced around, and asked calmly: "Where is Song Han?"
There was a moment of silence in the box.
Song Han is an illegitimate child, and all those present today are uncles born to the principal wife.
Nie Yang, Tang Jun, and Feng Yilin certainly knew that Yan Mojiu asked about Song Han to let the masters in these circles know that Song Han was on their side.
So Nie Dongyang said with a smile: "Ninth brother, Song Wo is still recovering from his injuries."
Yan Mojiu raised his eyebrows and said nothing more.
"Hello, sister-in-law, I am Tang Jun's fiancée Duan Ni." The female companion next to Tang Jun looked at Meng Mingxuan with a smile and raised the wine glass in her hand.
Meng Mingxuan raised the wine glass in front of her and responded, "Hello, just call me Mingxuan."
"Then I wouldn't dare. My Tang Jun calls you sister-in-law." Duan Ni said with a smile.
After saying that, Duan Ni took a sip of wine. Seeing this, Meng Mingxuan had no choice but to follow suit.
The burning sensation in her throat and the smell of alcohol rushing up her nose made her frown.
"You don't have to drink." Yan Mojiu, who was chatting with the young man next to him, glanced sideways and reached out to hold her wrist. "Otherwise, if you drink too much, what should I do if you kiss me?"
There was a burst of laughter in the box.
Meng Mingxuan was thankful that the light was dim enough so her cheeks wouldn't look so red.
"Are men afraid of being kissed?" Nie Yang laughed, then nudged the woman beside him, "Lu Jingqian, toast to my sister-in-law."
Lu Jingqian looked very unhappy.
She originally didn't want to come, but this damn man blocked the door of her company and took her into the car in public.
"In what capacity should I toast Miss Meng?" Lu Jingqian asked Nie 떚む.
A glimmer flashed in Nie Yang's eyes, and then he smiled nonchalantly: "If you don't want to be my fiancée, then you can pick any one of my bedmates, mistresses, or lovers."
"Snap!"
Lu Jingqian had a hot temper and slapped Nie Yang in the face with her hand.
But Nie Yang blocked it with his arm.
The slap immediately landed on Nie Yang's arm.
Nie 떚む's smile faded.
놛 stood up: "Excuse me, everyone drink first, I'm going to take care of some housework."
As he said that, he bent down, picked up Lu Jingqian, threw her on his shoulder, and walked out with big strides.
"Nie 떚む you bastard, put me down..."
Lu Jingqian's shouting and cursing faded away.
After Meng Mingxuan was silent for a while, she turned around and met Yan Mojiu's expression, which seemed to be as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"What's wrong?" She was slightly puzzled.
"Wife, don't learn from her. I don't want to get beaten." Yan Mojiu said with great fear in his tone.
Meng Mingxuan: “…”
Wife?
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