Suddenly, in front of her eyes a dark, familiar figure appeared in the mirror, broke into her line of sight.

"Jing Yan."

Familiar address, blurted out, only slightly trembling voice, she turned around, facing the man.

On the man's black eyes, her eyes trembled, but did not avoid, so with him.

"Jing Yan?"

LAN Jingyan stepped forward to Fu Zhiran, slightly picking eyebrows, with irony, "Mrs. Rong, are we very familiar?"

Fu Zhiran bent his lips, "I'm sorry, I took the liberty."

Then she gave him a polite nod and walked past him with her feet raised.

Cold and proud, seems to be better than that year.

Fu Zhiran was different from Fu Zhiran, who was clever and obedient just now. There was a cold light like a sharp blade in the man's eyes. The temperature around seemed to have dropped a lot of degrees.

He turned around, reached for Fu Zhiran's wrist, pulled her back, turned around and pressed her on the washing table.

Tall body down, cold breath approaching, Fu Zhiran want to avoid.

LAN Jingyan suddenly reached out and held her chin.

Force her to look him in the eye.

"Fu Zhiran, is his wings hard?"

Said he mouth evil wanton a Yang, towering momentum, such as Satan came.

The next second, thin cool lips will stick up, biting her surprised little Zhang red lips.

If the soft lips are frozen, they are completely occupied by men.

"Well..."

Fu Zhiran stares and stares at the man in amazement. A pair of cold eyes seem to be frozen. His instinctive reaction is to push them away.

But a man's hand, easily her hands to fixed, raised above the head, the other hand moved to her body, lifted her skirt.

Let Fu Zhiran caught off guard, delicate body, irrepressible numbness for a moment.

The man's body is close to her. She obviously feels that his body is changing. She can feel his heat through the clothes.

Honed in the army for five years, he is more overbearing and refined. His eyes and movements are sharper than before.

Strong let Fu Zhiran helpless.

This is the public toilet, the public area, and you can hear the music in the banquet hall.

People may come in at any time, and people may come out of the toilet.

Fu Zhiran worried, against the man's strong chest, push him hard.

But the more she struggled to resist, the more furious LAN Jingyan was. He grabbed her leg and forced her to hold his waist.

Fu Zhiran was not in the mood to be shy and looked around in panic.

In this posture, her long white legs were completely exposed.

"Lying trough, live spring palace."

"I can't wait."

Suddenly, two drunk voices came from behind.

LAN Jingyan's cold eyes converged, and a sharp light flashed from inside. He had put Fu Zhiran's skirt down and put her legs away.

Then he turned his head and glared at the two drunken men who came by. "Get out of here!"

The two men were shocked and stopped, looking at LAN Jingyan with drunken eyes.

LAN Jingyan twists his brows again. The two people are so scared that they immediately turn around and leave. They talk suspiciously as they walk.

"Who was that man just now?"

"It's like we used to be the little overlord of Jiangdu City, LAN Er Shao."