Chapter 39: The wildness of male animals (2 more)

Cheng Anya was stiff, Yang Zekun was wearing a very formal suit, straight and handsome, and the jade-like facial features had a jade-like texture under the rendering of colorful lights.
Clean and pure, it seems to be profane at first glance.
Most people who come here to enjoy are the elites who are too stressed during the day. At night, they tear up the mask of the social elite and indulge in excessive pressure.
"Senior, I'll accompany someone to relieve boredom, how about you?" Cheng Anya prayed secretly, and Yang Zekun could not meet Ye Chen.
She suddenly knew why the seniors would suddenly ask her if she knew Ye Chen that day, mostly because she saw something.
"There are a few business talks." A man was drunk and stumbled over, almost hitting Cheng Anya, Yang Zekun saw quickly, grabbed her slender waist, turned flexibly, and avoided the collision.
"Be careful!"
The two collided together and clung tightly together, soft and strong to form a very beautiful picture. Cheng Anya was shocked, and the faint smell of cologne came out, adding a touch of elegance to this wine.
This is the usual taste in the seniors.
This scene fell into Ye Chen's eyes, naturally ambiguous and hot, he looked up and poured a glass of remymartinlouisviii.
The cold eyes cast a cold light, and a flame secretly grew, like a raging fire, and even he was horrified!
Damn Cheng Anya!
Knowing that it would be this scene, he would not call her out.
Ye Chen asked Cheng Anya to come out to drink with him, and it was purely whim.
"Yang Shao, thank you!" Ye Chen's cold voice interposed between them.
Cheng Anya was shocked, and she was immediately excited to get out of Yang Zekun's arms. His heart jumped. It was awful.
"Ye Sanshao, I have long admired your name!" Yang Zekun held out his hand, and his gentle eyes flew a strangely fast color, but he was skillfully hidden by him, and he greeted Ye Chen gracefully.
The two pairs were also covered with clouds and rain, and noble and powerful hands were held tightly together. The two were warm and cold, and their faces were all perfect and extreme expressions.
Cheng Anya felt that a cold current was passing through his back.
The eyes of the two are in a contest, the noisy background sound is gone, and the air is a kind of tension that belongs to the fierce confrontation between men.
Sharp edge!
This is a kind of male animal, the most primitive wild.

In fact, Yang Zekun is also a very wrong Nanzhu, Ye San must have a sense of crisis, (⊙o⊙) Oh! 2 It’s even better, (^o^)/~