When the man who drew the king saw that No. 7 was Luo An Ning, he looked troubled, and then said: "How about forgetting this round and let's move on to the next round?"

As soon as the suggestion came out, everyone agreed. It was a joke. Who dared to let Young Master Rong kiss someone for ten minutes? If Young Master Rong knew about it, he would not kill them all one by one?

Lu Momo complained: "Hey, if we don't do this, let them kiss on the cheek instead of kissing. Kissing on the cheek is nothing, right? Foreign etiquette is like this, and Mr. Rong won't do anything like that if he knows about it.

of."

Lu Momo said the latter sentence very quietly, because even she was not sure whether Young Master Rong would be furious if he knew about it.

She was really frightened when she saw Young Master Rong's angry look in the cafe that day, and it left a shadow in her heart ever since.[

She also concluded that the more good-looking a man is, the more spoiled he is, and the more spoiled a man is, the more bad-tempered he will be!

Because of Luo An Ning's status, no one dared to make any excessive demands on her. Now she canceled the request directly because of her status. She didn't want to ruin everyone's happiness, so she agreed boldly.

Momo was right, it was just a kiss on the cheek, no big deal.

Mo Qiange looked at her and asked her silently, is that okay?

She nodded generously, Mo Qiange smiled, and slowly walked toward her amidst the cheers and whistles of the crowd. His hands naturally wrapped around her waist, and he bowed his head, and kissed her as lightly as a feather softly on her cheek.

superior.

He stayed close to her and didn't move. Mo Qiange's weight in Luo Anning's heart was the same as Lu Momo's. She didn't feel anything was wrong, but she didn't forget to urge everyone to time the ten minutes.

Young Madam Rong was so open-minded that everyone no longer had any burdens and could enjoy themselves.

Mo Qiange kissed her for a full ten minutes before everyone cheered and shouted that the time was up and continued with the next round. Mo Qiange smiled helplessly, held her hand and walked back to the sofa to sit down and continue playing.

Lu Momo looked at Mo Qiange for a long time, and finally sighed secretly. As time passed by, the king's request became more and more cunning. Why did he drink a bottle? He started drinking wine.

Unconsciously, the time has slipped towards the early morning, and Luo Anning is obviously drunk again.

There was nothing she could do about it, every time she was with Mo Qiange and Lu Momo, she drank extravagantly.

Because she knows that even if she is drunk, there are two best friends who will wait for her and take care of her.

After having fun and getting drunk, everyone dispersed. Mo Qiange wanted to help Luo Anning out of the private room, but she shook her and pushed her away, shouting that she was not drunk and could walk in a straight line.

Mo Qiange couldn't help but smile, she understood

Lu Mo Mo was also drunk. He lay on the sofa and fell asleep. Luo An Ning pointed her finger and said, "Qian Ge, Mo Mo is drunk. Please pick her up. We should go back."

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm fine. I said I'm not drunk, so why don't you believe me?" Luo Anning was anxious.

Mo Qiange: "..."

Don't drunk people always claim that they are not drunk? And isn't she currently claiming that she is not drunk? [

Only if you can believe that she is a ghost!
Chapter completed!