Yan Huan

Yan Huan drank the last bit of fruit wine in the wine glass, sighed in his heart that it was a pity, and watched the door of the private room being pushed open from the outside, and then walked in a man wrapped in black, with a jade crown and hair tied up, full of blood. Unrestrained man.

When Tang Gongmo's sharp eyes walked into the private room, he looked straight at Yan Huan, who was above the main seat. After a few breaths, his cold eyes flashed a trace of astonishment. The noble and handsome man actually looked at him, a man who has been killing and killing for many years, but he did not show any cowardice, his brows were slightly frowned, and he glanced at Mo Yan who was sitting beside him, and walked straight to the empty cushion beside him and sat on it.

Seeing this, Mo Yan looked at Yan Huan, only to see that Yan Huan lightly raised his arm and hooked it, turned sideways and whispered a few words to the maid who was attached to him, then limp and sat on the cushion, closing his eyes and feigning sleep stand up.

Mo Yan was a little uncertain about Yan Huan's attitude, and he was probably annoyed at Tang Gongmo for not showing up as agreed, so he glanced at Tang Gongmo with a slightly cold gaze, picked up the wine glass that was refilled by the maid in front of him, and said nothing Taste it.

Tang Gongmo knew that he delayed showing up, and the two in front of him would be annoyed. However, Zheyan Villa had already returned his gift, and yet another Mr. Yan Huan was invited to invite him. His cautious life all the year round made him think twice. Only then did he decide to come to the appointment, the attitude of the two of them is unclear at the moment, and he won't say it easily, it just depends on who has enough patience.

However, the dull atmosphere was broken within a short time. The old mother's flattering and laughing voice sounded from outside the door, and then a group of women in light clothes came in one after another, with the music of the piano curling and the sleeves fluttering.

Mo Yan looked at the woman dancing with light sleeves, his ambiguous and lingering eyes could not help entwining Yan Huan, who was lazy and casual, and the slightest seductive aura was undisguised in the air, Mo Yan felt a chill in his heart, if the Lord knew this Without these people, I'm afraid...

Listening to the sad and long song, watching the soft dance, Yan Huan was a little unmotivated, the thick smell of makeup made him dizzy, and he chose Hualou because of his curiosity about Hualou. This place, but now he regretted it very much. For a moment, he missed the faint and cool sandalwood fragrance on Wu Junjue's body. It was the kind of scent that could only be released when it was very clean, which made him feel very warm and at ease.

He waved his hand a little bored, the women who were good at dancing and chanting were all very discerning, and after saluting, they all bowed their bodies and exited the private room, but Yan Huan's swollen, painful and uncomfortable forehead did not gradually fade with the air. He was relieved and improved, he breathed a sigh of relief, and kneaded the corners of his forehead carefully.

Mo Yan looked at Yan Huan, who was looking pale, and felt a little worried. Just about to speak, he saw Yan Huan standing up from the cushion, and then he also stood up.

Yan Huan rubbed his swollen forehead, the feeling of discomfort made him more regretful that he chose to come to this flower house, and he even invited dancers and singers to make him unhappy, and his self-loathing made him miss Ji Shichen like a tide. Come on, I can't stop it, he can't stay here for a moment, he just wants to return to Ji Shichen's side immediately, and he can't help but quicken his steps.

"Are you leaving like this?" Tang Gongmo looked at Yan Huan who was about to leave after pushing the door, a trace of displeasure appeared in his eyes, and the bloody aura all over his body became more intense.

Mo Yan who was following Yan Huan's face darkened when he heard the words, turned around, and stared coldly at Tang Gongmo silently threatening.

Yan Huan didn't turn his head when he heard the words, and said in a tone of impatience, "After the agreed time, nothing will be counted." Then he walked out without any hesitation.

Tang Gongmo stood up abruptly, but just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly felt a strong murderous aura surging around him, and he was sweating for a while. There was such an unpredictable master hiding around him, but he didn't notice it at all. Looking at Mo Yan with a trace of fear, he saw the mockery in Mo Yan's eyes, mocking his overreaching.