First Love and Marriage: Bidong Double-Faced Male God

In the Enge bar, the sound of music is deafening. On the stage, countless handsome men and beauties are dancing hotly. The beauties are dancing seductively with their snake waists twisting, attracting countless hot eyes.

The guests sitting under the stage are out of tune with the bustle. Their deep facial features are particularly eye-catching under the flickering lights. They hold wine glasses with their white fingers and stare at the stage with blurred eyes, but they are not focused. , as if such excitement had nothing to do with him.

Such a sexy appearance attracted the attention of the beauties present, and the handsome guy was jealous.

But no one came forward, because half an hour ago this man poured wine all over a woman who came to strike up a conversation, obviously these people didn't want to make themselves feel uncomfortable anymore.

Sitting under the stage was really a drunk Ou Jinchuan. He had a conflict with Song Qianyan three days ago, but Song Qianyan didn't cry or make trouble. Why did he go away? He didn't take anything with him.

Now he still remembers the indifference in her eyes, which made his heart ache.

He can't remember when Song Qianyan looked at him no longer with nostalgia in his eyes.

How could she be like this, how could she not love him.

Thinking of this, Ou Jinchuan took another sip of strong wine, his forehead was burning in his spicy stomach, it seemed that this could relieve the severe pain in the heart area next to him.

Suddenly, Ou Jinchuan stopped holding the wine glass.

He seemed to see Song Qianyan, and tried to open his eyes to see clearly, but his mind was like a paste.

He got up and stumbled towards her, completely disregarding bumping into the people around him, causing waves of scolding.

"Song Qianyan, why are you here? Who allowed you to come alone." Ou Jinchuan had a serious face, but his eyes were closed and closed, revealing his current state.

No matter whether the woman likes it or not, Ou Jinchuan pulls it up and leaves, "Go, go have a drink with me."

Song Qianyan seems to have never been drunk with herself.

The woman was dragged away all the way, and it was almost difficult to maintain her elegant appearance.

Although walking in a mess, it didn't affect the woman's joyful mood at all. She had noticed this handsome man for a long time, but with the lessons learned, she could only appreciate it silently.

Sitting down, Ou Jinchuan picked up the glass and poured wine.

"Drink, hurry up." Pushing the cup down in front of the woman, Ou Jinchuan picked up his own cup and started to drink.

Just like that, after drinking three or four cups, the woman can't sit still anymore, feelings are just a container.

Looking at the man in front of her, she was sure that he must be a high-quality man. The man's unusually handsome face and powerful temperament made the woman want to take it away immediately.

Not satisfied with the man's ignorance, the woman's body was getting closer and closer, just when she was about to stick to it.

"Song Qianyan, when have you been using such an unpleasant perfume, change it for me immediately."

"It's too bad." Ou Jinchuan turned his head away from looking at her, he still likes to smell her most natural smell.

The woman who was still moving froze and felt a little embarrassed. She looked at the very drunk man beside her and became more courageous.

The woman looked very similar to Song Qianyan from the back view, but the woman's figure was more graceful, and the expression on her charming face was charming, not at all Song Qianyan's cuteness and purity, but Ou Jinchuan didn't look at it.

The woman's proud chest gradually pressed against the man's powerful chest, her slender fingers gently rubbed the deep facial features, and her lips slowly approached.

Song Qianyan has become enlightened today and will take the initiative. Alcohol is really a good thing, and he can drink more in the future.

However, why did Song Qianyan's Wangzai steamed buns become big steamed buns?
Still so soft.

He pinched the big bun on his chest, it had no bones, it was not Song Qianyan's face.

Ou Jinchuan shook his head, trying to clear his mind a little bit.

Try to open your eyes wide and look at the woman in front of you.

Eyes as big as Song Qianyan's, black as beautiful as the night sky, but these eyes are full of flattery and charm, not Song Qianyan's eyes.

Song Qianyan would also please him, but Song Qianyan's eyes were shining brightly, and there was hope in his flattery, which melted people's hearts.

The same small cherry mouth as Song Qianyan, but the red color on it is full of temptation, opening and closing as if waiting for him.

But Song Qianyan never used red, she is a doctor, she doesn't like the color like blood, she said it makes her uncomfortable.

"You are not Song Qianyan, who are you." The temperature around Ou Jinchuan dropped suddenly.

It's not Song Qianyan who pleases her.

Shocked by the sudden cold temperament, the woman panicked.

"I'm shallow, don't you remember?"

"Nonsense." Pushing away the woman in front of him, Ou Jinchuan staggered and wanted to stand up.

"Song Qianyan won't please me." There was a bit of grievance in her tone, Song Qianyan didn't want to see herself now, so how could she take the initiative to please me.

But how could Song Qianyan ignore him, how could he.

"Song Qianyan doesn't know how to use red lipstick, she doesn't like blood flow."

Ou Jinchuan looked determined, and looked at the woman in front of him with disgust.

Song Qianyan didn't know how to use red, he knew it all along.

Looking at the man in front of him who is weak for a while and strong for a while, a woman can't stop.

The domineering president is hurt by love, and his psychological defense line is lowered. When he is really vulnerable, his success rate of being in the top position will be greatly increased at this time.

The woman looked proudly at the envious women around her, and said coquettishly.

"I know I was wrong, why don't you give others a chance to make up for it?" Looking at the man aggrieved, the woman tried her best to look pitiful.

"Do you really know that you are wrong?" Ou Jinchuan was happy when he heard her say that he knew that he was wrong.

Song Qianyan, you finally know that you are wrong, who told you not to let me explain, who told you to ignore me.

"What's wrong?" Ou Jinchuan sat down satisfied.

"Uh," the woman was speechless for a moment, how did she know what was wrong.

The soft body took the initiative to lean forward, "You are still reluctant to let people admit their mistakes," the tone was full of grievances.

Hearing this, Ou Jinchuan also felt that he should accept it as soon as it was good. After all, Song Qianyan was no longer the follower who couldn't get rid of him.

The current Song Qianyan is like a good antique vase, precious and fragile.

"Okay," Ou Jinchuan looked at the person in front of him, and saw a touch of red in a daze.

"No, you are using red lipstick, Song Qianyan doesn't know how to use it." Ou Jinchuan shook his head, trying to push away the woman in front of him.

The woman's hard-working smile couldn't hold back.

Song Qianyan, Song Qianyan, Song Qianyan, she hates this person very much now, and there is no end to it.

Enduring it, he put on his charming smile again.

"No, it's so hot here, that's why it's red, if you don't believe me, touch it," he said, pulling the man's cold hand and sticking it to his cheek.

Ou Jinchuan felt a burst of coolness, rubbed it lightly, and felt that there was a layer of powder underneath.

It's foundation.

She is not Song Qianyan, Song Qianyan never uses foundation.

"You're not her, go away." She wanted to withdraw her hand, but was held tightly by the woman.

Ou Jinchuan pulled his hand vigorously, but fell to the sofa behind him with too much force.

Seeing that the opportunity was once in a lifetime, the woman took advantage of the opportunity and kissed the man on the forehead.

And just 15 minutes ago, Han Mushi went to find Song Qianyan.

Originally, Song Qianyan didn't want to talk to Han Mushi, after all, she could no longer have anything to do with him, and she didn't want Han Mushi to get deeper and deeper.

But when he talked about Han Muxue's recent situation, Song Qianyan was still a little worried. Although he had had an unpleasant fight with Han Muxue, they were friends after all, and Song Qianyan still couldn't help it.

So when he heard that Han Muxue was drinking at the bar, he hurried to the bar with Han Mushi.

In the car, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Moshi, why don't you persuade Mu Xue, how can a mother who wants to be a mother be so capricious." Song Qianyan looked at Han Mushi reproachfully.

Han Mushi was in trouble, and always told Song Qianyan that he didn't know many things about his drunkenness recently.

"In a nutshell, Mu Xue is actually very kind, she should be sad." Han Mushi said bitterly.

Song Qianyan was speechless for a moment.

How could she not know, Han Muxue thought it was because she was not with her brother yet.

But she couldn't explain it. Turning her head to look at Han Mushi's handsome face, which was now getting haggard, Song Qianyan felt very uncomfortable.

"Some things are destined to have no fate." Song Qianyan said helplessly.

Then close your eyes and don't speak anymore.

She and Han Mushi are destined to be impossible in this life. Even if she doesn't love Ou Jinchuan, she won't love Han Mushi, he knows.

So she didn't want Han Mushi to be nice to her again, she couldn't bear it.

When Han Mushi listened to Song Qianyan's words, why didn't he understand.

There is always a relationship between them that cannot be forced.

But he couldn't control his heart, just like Song Qianyan couldn't love him, he couldn't help loving Song Qianyan.

Han Mushi held the steering wheel tightly with his driving hands, feeling bitter in his heart.

The two remained silent all the way.

After getting off the car, Song Qianyan hurried into the bar and saw the passionate scene when he entered the door. Looking at the male protagonist in the passionate scene, Song Qianyan's face immediately changed, and the surrounding voices disappeared. Ou Jinchuan.

Han Mushi was about to pat Song Qianyan's shoulder comfortingly, and his outstretched hand was hanging in the air.

Song Qianyan turned around and left, and stopped after taking two steps.

She really couldn't swallow this breath, Ou Jinchuan kept looking for women again and again, and let himself bump into them.

Really think she, Song Qianyan, is dead!

Thinking that Song Qianyan could no longer control her anger, when she threw the bag to Han Mo, she turned around and strode over to Ou Jinchuan's table.

Han Mushi immediately caught the bag, watched Song Qianyan roll up his sleeves as he walked, and followed up to help.

Just when he thought Song Qianyan would slap Ou Jinchuan a few times, he saw a scene that made him laugh bitterly.

Song Qianyan looked surprised, took the wine from the tables on both sides as he walked, and couldn't hold on to Ou Jinchuan when he walked in front of him.

Putting it on the table, there was a sound of "嗙", at this time Ou Jinchuan also got up gradually.

Song Qianyan climbed onto the table twice, picked up the bottle on the table with both hands, and poured it down from Ou Jinchuan's head.

Bottle after bottle.

Drinks were spilled all over the floor.

Ou Jinchuan thought it was raining at first, but after thinking about it, something was wrong. When did the rain become so heavy and smell like wine, and it was so dazzling.

He wiped the wine off his face vigorously with his sleeve, and found that it was still running down, so he immediately blocked it with his hand.

Only then did he open his eyes and found that standing on the stool was Song Qianyan, the real Song Qianyan.

Looking at Song Qianyan's murderous gaze, Ou Jinchuan's misty drunkenness disappeared without a trace. Thinking of the scene just now, he stared at Song Qianyan with a livid face.

Ou Jinchuan, a bastard, was so righteous when he was caught.

Song Qianyan thought angrily, and poured out all the wine on the table.

Looking at Song Qianyan who had finished venting, Ou Jinchuan thought she would scold him severely, but found that Song Qianyan jumped off the table and left without looking back.