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 game 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 you 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 Young Master Rong won't do anything like that if he knows about it. of."

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

Seeing Mr. Rong's angry look in the coffee shop that day really frightened her, 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 he 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 this okay?

She nodded generously, Mo Qiange smiled, and slowly walked towards her amidst the cheers and whistles of the crowd. His hands naturally wrapped around her waist, and he bowed his head, kissing 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 felt any burden 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 demands became more and more cunning. What was he doing for a bottle? All the drinking started.

Unconsciously, time has slipped towards 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 would drink extravagantly.

Because she knew that even if she was drunk, there were two best friends who would 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 bitterly. She obviously took the S-shaped route, but she still dared to say that she took a straight line?

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

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm fine. I told you I'm not drunk. 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 her is there a ghost!

"You walk well and don't fall on me. I'll hold Mo Mo." Mo Qiange resignedly picked up Lu Mo Mo, who was very good at drinking wine and slept like a pig when he was drunk.

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