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Cheng Anya froze. Yang Zekun was wearing a very formal suit. He was straight and handsome, and his gentle and jade-like facial features had a jade-like texture under the colorful lights.

It was so clean and pure that it seemed like it would be considered blasphemous to take another look at it.

Most of the people who come here to enjoy it are the elites who are too stressed during the day. At night, they tear off the mask of the social elite and vent their excessive pressure to their heart's content.

"Senior, I came with someone to relieve my boredom. What about you?" Cheng Anya secretly prayed that Yang Zekun would not meet Ye Chen.

She suddenly knew why her senior suddenly asked her if she knew Ye Chen that day. He was probably seeing something.

"We are discussing some business." A drunk man stumbled over and almost bumped into Cheng Anya. Yang Zekun, with his sharp eyesight and quick hands, took her slender waist and turned around nimbly to avoid the collision.

"careful!"

The two bodies collided and clung to each other, softness and strength blending into a very beautiful picture. Cheng Anya was still in shock, and the faint smell of cologne hit her face, adding a touch of elegance to the alcoholic smell.

This is the usual smell of seniors.

This scene fell into Ye Chen's eyes. It was naturally ambiguous and hot. He raised his head and drank a glass of remy martin louis viii.

His cold eyes shot out a cold light, and a flame grew secretly, like a blazing fire that set a prairie fire on fire. Even he was horrified!

Damn Cheng Anya!

If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have asked her to come out.

Ye Chen asked Cheng Anya to come out and drink with him purely on a whim.

"Master Yang, nice to meet you!" Ye Chen's cold voice intervened between them.

Cheng Anya felt as if she'd been electrocuted, her whole body trembled, and she immediately got out of Yang Zekun's arms, her heart pounding, too bad, God really didn't follow people's wishes.

"Young Master Ye, I have long admired you!" Yang Zekun stretched out his hand, his warm eyes flashed with an incredibly fast look, but he cleverly hid it and greeted Ye Chen gracefully.

The two pairs were equally turbulent, their noble and powerful hands holding each other tightly, one warm and the other cold, with perfect expressions on their faces.

Cheng Anya suddenly felt a cold current running through her back.

The eyes of the two were competing, the noisy background sound had faded away, and the air had the tension of a heated confrontation between men.

Show off your edge!

This is the most primitive wildness among male animals.

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In fact, Yang Zekun is also a very bad boy. Ye San must have a sense of crisis, (⊙o⊙) Oh! 2 updated, (^o^)/~