Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

I don't know why, Du Jiusheng looked at the way they both spoke, and felt very funny inside.

There is even a feeling of being very funny, it doesn't look like Miss Qianjin.

However, these are not important, the important thing is...

What is important is that the purpose of Murong’s family this time is very clear, that is, to replace Luo’s family and become the first in real estate in the city of A.

However, the means are too ferocious.

He swayed the red wine in his hand and walked toward Murong. He seems to like this kind of party very much, because at such a party, he can always see all kinds of beautiful women.

He has a ‘special’ hobby for beauty, a hobby that everyone in the business circle knows.

Du Jiusheng glanced in the direction of a corner before he stepped forward and said to Murong: "Mu Rongxiong, can you have fun today?"

For Du Jiusheng, Murong Ao felt that he could not catch up, and he was not convinced.

But although it is such a thought on the surface, the face is still full of smiles and looks at Du Jiusheng: "Satisfied and satisfied, Jiusheng brother, this is a big disaster, you will have a blessing! The beauty that comes to the dinner today is true. There are so many, have you seen it?"

To tell the truth, Du Jiusheng is very disgusted with the thoughts of such people, which is why he hardly came to participate in such banquets.

He feels dirty.

Most of the people who look bright and beautiful here, in fact, private life is a very chaotic.

For them, today is with this person, and tomorrow with that person, but it is a night of joy, and there is no difference.

The one he hates most is this kind of person.

"I don't have it." Du Jiusheng was cold and stunned, and sipped a red wine saying: "What about you?"

"I am... oh..."

I saw that Murong’s voice was not falling. There was a black dress and a long, curly brunette girl fell into his arms.

"Sorry..." Yan Ying immediately jumped open to the embrace of Murong, and took the messy hair in front of her ear and said, "I haven't soiled your clothes."

For the moment when Yan Ying was carrying, Murong was watching.

She is a magazine model, tall, fair-skinned, and most importantly that face.

Pure and feminine, a pair of obsidian peach eyes, as if it will shine.

"No...no." Murong proudly reached out and couldn't help but want to touch her face, but she was flashed away.

She lowered her head slightly and licked her lips.

Murong proud eyebrows micro-motion: "What is your name?"

"I..." She twitched gently, her long eyelashes flickering: "Yan Ying."

"The name is really nice." Murong proudly looked at her and said: "Would you like to go to the rooftop, it is a bit stuffy."

"Ah?" Yan Ying’s nephew seemed to be a little flustered, thinking a little, and some shyly said: "Okay."

Du Jiusheng listened to the conversation between the two of them, and the corner of his mouth outlined a cold smile: "Then I will not hinder you."

"Nine brothers, I went out with Miss Yan." Murong proudly said with a smile: "Just walk, walk away..."

Du Jiusheng just smiled and didn't make any response. He turned around and his eyes became colder and colder.

It’s cold, just like when Yan Ying bowed his head, he could cool into one’s heart.

And the two of them, after revealing the cold eyes, the corners of the mouth are sketched out of a touch of no one can understand, a touch of smile.