656: C656 An Indifferent and Distant Man

C656 An Indifferent and Distant Man

When mentioning wine, an unnatural expression flashed across Murong Jing's face. She lightly coughed and said, "I was planning to quit drinking recently, but if you want to drink, I can accompany you."

"Stop drinking?" Shi Qian looked at Murong Jing suspiciously, "You want to quit drinking?"

This was really fresh.

In her impression, Murong Jing really liked drinking.

Why did she suddenly want to quit drinking?

Murong Jing seemed to recall something and a trace of embarrassment flashed across her face.

She turned and said in a serious manner, "Yes! Drinking makes you fat easily, you don't know!"

Shi Qian raised her eyebrows and said, "I don't know. I only remember that you said there is no fun in life without alcohol. What, you found a new joy? "

Murong Jing said, "Alright. Actually, I was just saying it casually."

Shi Qian lightly laughed," Then... Are you going tonight or not? "

Murong Jing replied, "Yes, I will go. I have already said that I will accompany you."

Just as the two of them made an appointment, Murong Jing's phone suddenly rang with a WeChat notification sound.

She picked up her phone and immediately clicked on the message.

Immediately following that, a man's voice sounded. [Murong, come back quickly. There is a mission. The Sect Leader will be back very soon.] ]

Murong Jing immediately replied. [Now? ]

The man replied: [Now.] ]

Murong Jing looked at Shi Qian apologetically.

She originally had nothing to do today, so she asked Shi Qian out.

Shi Qian supported her chin, "Go on, business is more important."

"My dear, I'm sorry."

Shi Qian said languidly, "It's fine."

"Then where are you going later? Are you going to find JE and Master Zhan?"

"Master Zhan is not at the headquarters today. He went to the city. He should be back very late."

Murong Jing smiled. "No wonder you want to go out for a drink tonight. It turns out that Master Zhan is not here."

Shi Qian said, "If he is here, I will come out as well!"

Murong Jing stood up, "Then... I will leave first."

"Yes."

Murong Jing was just about to turn around when the WeChat message sounded again.

She originally thought that it was to urge her to hurry back, but the man said, [You don't need to come back. The Sect Chief said that you don't need to go anymore.]

Murong Jing,... ""

She pressed the screen and replied immediately. [You deliberately tricked me!] ]1

The man:... This is the Sect Master's intention.

I understand. ...

Murong Jing smiled and sat back down. "Our Sect Leader's thoughts are getting harder and harder to guess."

Shi Qian smiled.

"But we can continue to meet tonight."

Outside the living room.

On the side of the road.

Beiming Yue sat in the car and looked at the two women in the coffee shop through the window with his sparkling peach blossom eyes.

The man who was driving in front of him said, "Master, if Murong isn't going, should we call someone else?"

Beiming Yue looked away and leaned back lazily. "No need."

At night, Shi Qian and Murong Jing stayed in the dream time.

The two of them ordered wine and sat in front of the bar.

The people who often came to the bar knew that Murong Jing was one of the people in charge of this place, so no one dared to go up and hit on the two of them.

The two of them also fell into silence.

Shi Qian drank the cocktail prepared by the bartender and looked around.

Suddenly, she noticed a familiar figure.

Then she said, "Hm? Yuwen Chengyuan! Why did he come to the bar alone?"

" What, who? " Murong Jing followed Shi Qian's line of sight and saw Yuwen Chengyuan sitting alone in the chair.

The man had delicate facial features and a cold temperament.

Although he was very good-looking, he gave people a sense of aloofness and alienation.

Many women around him were eager to go over and hit on him, but because the man was too cold, they did not dare to go forward for a long time.

As if he felt a different kind of gaze, Yuwen Chengyuan suddenly raised his eyes and met Murong Jing's gaze through the crowd.

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