Chapter 21 Past Life

People come and go in the hotel, and pieces of laughter and conversation are intertwined, but they do not give people a noisy feeling. Men in suits, elegant women, and beautiful girls, sit and talk and laugh in the lobby of this hotel.

"Wait here. I'll find out where the birthday venue is."

"Well", he leaned on the sand lazily, threw himself into the sand lazily, and let himself sink deeply into it. Ye Lang nodded slightly to the blue baby and said, "I know, you can leave at ease."

"Emp" Hearing Ye Lang's words, Blue Baby nodded, held his cake and left. The crowd flashed and flooded Blue Baby in a few times.

"Alas", looking at some high-level people coming and going in the hall, Ye Lang sighed slightly in his heart. What he hated most was this atmosphere. It was really uncomfortable. Until now, Ye Lang still did not have a sense of belonging. Looking at these people who were enjoying life, Ye Lang could only sigh softly. .

He raised his hand and picked up a bottle of red wine in front of him, touched a goblet, gently poured the bright red wine into it, and looked at the red ** flowing in front of him. This color alone made Ye Lang fall in love with him.

Gently took a sip, Ye Lang frowned and then smiled helplessly. It seems that as long as it is good-looking, it will be delicious. To be honest, I really can't appreciate the taste of red wine. Didn't you say that blood people like red wine? Are you really an alternative? Ye Lang shook his head slightly with self-deprecating in his heart, put down the wine bottle in his hand, picked up the wine glass, and gently shook the red ** inside.

"Although it doesn't taste good, this red wine is still very beautiful," Ye Lang said secretly, staring at the red wine swaying in the glass.

"What, do you like red wine?" At this time, a pure female voice suddenly sounded beside Ye Lang.

Ye Lang looked up and looked at the girl in front of him, who was only about half a head shorter than him. She wore a long black head and quietly put it on her back. A blue shirt was put on her body, translucent blue, making her looming black bra inside, and a pair of white jeans made her slender. A pair of jade. The feet were perfectly taken off, and a pair of white sneakers pedalled on the feet, full of pure and healthy sports.

"The girl dressed like this is also a relatively different one in such a scene." When it came to the girl in front of him, Ye Lang's first thought was this girl's uniqueness.

I don't know that when Ye Lang felt that the girl was different, the girl still felt that Ye Lang was different. All the men present were in suits and leather shoes, and Ye Lang was the only one who was a set of casual clothes. He sat quietly in this corner and tasting red wine. Moreover, the temperament he showed when tasting red wine was full Full of a trace of evil charm, people can't help but be attracted by him.

Looking at him staring at the red wine in his glass, the love in his eyes could not be hidden from anyone, but his expression when he drank red wine just told others that he didn't like red wine, which was really contradictory. Therefore, the girl couldn't help asking curiously.

"Red wine?" Looking at the girl, Ye Lang had a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, and his voice suddenly became full of charming magnetism. He said, "Although I don't think it tastes good, it still looks very good." Ye Lang gently raised it. The red wine in your hand.

"What an interesting boy". Looking at Ye Lang's appearance, the girl said to herself, looking at him, he is not like those boys who pretend to be deep in front of him at all, but simply like red wine?

The curious girl couldn't help sitting in front of Ye Lang and asked Ye Lang, "Hello, my name is Yao Yue. Would you mind if I sit here?"

"It doesn't matter." Hearing Yao Yue's words, Ye Lang said carelessly. Then, he buried himself and looked at the red wine in his glass. It seemed that in Ye Lang's psychology, only the red wine in his glass was the most beautiful scenery in the world.

"It's so rude." Seeing Ye Lang's appearance, Yao Yue couldn't help but be slightly annoyed that she was ignored by the other party. What's more, he said his name, but he didn't say his name.

Yaoyue's slender eyebrows raised gently and said in a slightly annoyed tone, "I have said my name. Shouldn't you, as a man, tell yourself your name?"

"Miss Yaoyue, what are you talking about with such a country boy? The impolite boy has no tutor." At this time, a handsome boy about 20 next to him came over. First, he looked at the demon moon affectionately, and then swept Ye Lang's body with a set of casual clothes worth hundreds and said contemptuously.

"There is no tutor???" The boy's words echoed in Ye Lang's mind like a morning bell. As an orphan, Ye Lang's scar in his heart were ruthlessly picked up by the other party. The murderous intention in his heart soared, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. However, Ye Lang was not a barbarian. He knew when he could do it and when he could not do it. .

"Is it you again? Mr. Yu Wenlang?" Seeing this boy, a trace of disgust flashed in the eyes of the demon moon, but he did not do it, because the identity of the other party could not be offended by himself, but said coldly, "I'm sorry, can you let me go? I want to chat with my friends alone."

"Your friend?" Hearing Yao Yue's words, Yu Wenlang pretended to be surprised and shouted, "What? Is this country boy your friend? I can't believe it."

Hearing Yu Wenlang speak loudly, most of the people in the hotel lobby looked this way.

The murderous intention in his heart soared, and Ye Lang got up and was ready to leave. He couldn't guarantee that he would stay any longer, and he couldn't help it. Remember this man.

"Hey, is this gentleman going to leave?" Seeing Ye Lang get up, Yu Wenlang still didn't let go. He deliberately swept Ye Lang's body with suspicious eyes and said, "How did you get in? Did Mr. Lan invite you to his birthday party?

There was nothing to argue with a dying man. Ye Lang slowly turned around, but at this time, when he saw a ring in Yao Yue's hand, Ye Lang's body shook, and the glass with red wine in his hand also fell to the ground with a "pop", and the bright red wine inside splashed everywhere

Looking at the ring in Yao Yue's hand, Ye Lang's heart was tightly held together. Ye Lang was too familiar with this ring. A manganese gold plum blossom ring was the only gift Ye Lang gave to Nalan Youruo before graduation from Peking University. He wanted to ask why it was thousands of years. Time passed, and Ye Lang dared to be so sure that this ring was the reason why he gave it to Nalan Youruo. It was precisely because Ye Langying Tuo's soul was still on this ring. How could he recognize the big regular leaf character?

The demon moon, who was held by Ye Lang, blushed, struggled slightly, and said in her heart: What's wrong with this person? I just thought he was a very interesting person. Why is he so Menglang now?

"Give me go of her hand", Yu Wenlang's hand pushed towards Ye Lang's body angrily.

"Get out!!!", feeling the strength contained in Yu Wenlang's action, Ye Lang clenched his fist, raised it like lightning, and punched Yu Wenlang's hand pushed over. Then Yu Wenlang retreated several steps with a scream and knocked over a table before falling to the ground. Red wine and food on the table, sprinkled He is all over

The guests who attracted attention here couldn't help exclaiming when they saw the fight and Yu Wenlang's miserable appearance. Who is this Yu Wenlang? He is the second son of the Yuwen consortium. How dare someone beat him in public?

Compared with the surprise and doubts of the guests, Yu Wenlang is full of shock at this moment. Although his push is just the appearance of ordinary people, he used his inner strength. How can this man hurt himself? And the cool power contained in his boxing is too strong, and he is also a practicer.

Ye Lang didn't care about what other people's thoughts were thinking. He just stared at Yao Yue and muttered, "Like, really like, I should have thought of it for a long time." Listening to Ye Lang's words, Yao Yue was really the second monk and confused

"Is this ring yours?" Ye Lang, who was in a good mood, put down Yao Yue's hand and asked softly. Although it was a question, it was full of a confident tone.

"It's not mine. Is it still yours?" Hearing Ye Lang's words, Yao Yue said a little speechlessly. She looked at the handsome man in front of her who suddenly changed from mysterious to nerves, and could only whiten her eyes at this moment.