Just like that, Ling limu smoked while looking at the private room over there, looking at Fu Xiyao’s beautiful and moving little face.
At this moment, Fu Xiyao stood up and went to look for Little Dou dou.
Ling Limu’s deep black eyes followed fu xiyao behind the green smoke, until her beautiful figure disappeared from his sight.
Ling limu slowly retracted his gaze and looked at Gu Yilin. Gu Yilin was also looking at him.
Gu Yilin held a wine glass in his hand. He curled his thin lips and gestured at Ling Limu. This man was really funny. The Yingying on the stage was using all her strength and kept throwing flirtatious glances at him, but he.., he kept staring at Fu Xiyao, as if he couldn’t move his gaze away.
Sensing Gu Yilin’s faint sarcasm, Ling Limu didn’t show any emotion. He just looked away indifferently.
At this moment, a wave of applause rang in his ears. Yingying’s dance was over.
