Chapter 1057 Why Do You Hate It?

Su Mixue glared at Lu Jueyun, but this look was not lethal at all.

I don’t know who wrote it. This note is harmless and does not affect the harmony. But since Su Mixue drew it, this issue is worth discussing.

He Ziqing asked: "Michelle, who do you hate the most?"

Lu Jueyun was the first to say, "Everyone here is kind, upright, brave, and full of love. Su Mixue, I think you should drink three drinks in a row. Stop talking and be careful not to offend others."

Su Mixue originally planned to drink three drinks in a row without answering this question.

But seeing Lu Jueyun looking like he didn't deserve a beating, she suddenly changed her mind, "Second Young Master, actually you know very well that the person I hate the most is you."

After saying that, Su Mixue did not look at Lu Jueyun's reaction. She gently turned her finger on the turntable, and the next arrow pointed to Mu Jianhua.

A new round of the game began, but Lu Jueyun was not in the mood to watch the excitement at all. His eyes were fixed on Su Mixue.

She actually hates him!

Why should she hate him?

Although his eyes were about to pop out, Su Mixue was calm and composed, her eyes moved, and she stopped just in front of him.

Lu Jueyun took a deep breath, dared to ignore him?

Sumixue, you are awesome!

Liu Qingqing was not in the mood to watch Mu Jianhua's game. Her attention was focused on the interaction between Lu Jueyun and Su Mixue. To be precise, it was Lu Jueyun's unilateral provocation against Su Mixue.

Su Mixue has been ignoring Lu Jueyun.

But if you really ignore it, why do you allow Su Zixuan to pester Brother Jueyun again and again?

Su Zixuan was only a child less than five years old, but the child talked like a little adult and stalked Lu Jueyun, wishing he could have a private life. She had to suspect that these words were taught by Su Mixue.

Seeing Su Mi Xue's unshakable and calm look, she became even more convinced of her guess.

Liu Qingqing frowned even more. Her marriage was on the rocks. If Brother Jueyun fell into the hands of such a scheming woman...

No, she would never allow this to happen.

In this round, what Mu Jianhua drew was "Say something from your heart to the woman you like most now."

Bai Zhi's heart moved. Mu Jianhua wanted to do something to the woman he liked the most. She was still here, wasn't she?

Who wrote this signature? It’s so cheating!

Her eyes couldn't help but turn to Lu Juefeng.

Lu Juefeng didn't look at her, but the hand on her shoulder put a little more force on it.

Mu Jianhua put down the post-it note, turned to Bai Zhi, and said slowly: "Bai Zhi, there are some things I have never had the chance to say to you. But today I just took this opportunity to say it together. I once thought that you would be with me hand in hand for life." Woman. It's a pity that we are not destined to be together. I once complained about you in my heart, but people always have to grow up and get out of that vicious circle. I think the most important thing to say to you now is, I wish you happiness, and I will also find my own happiness. "

Bai Zhi thought of Mu Jianhua. She had wanted to take advantage of him from the beginning, and finally pulled out his life experience. In the end, she felt sorry for Mu Jianhua.

"Mr. Mu, thank you. I believe you will find someone you love and who also loves you."

"I'd like to lend you some good words." Mu Jianhua raised his wine glass towards Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi held the wine glass and touched the glass lightly, making a tinkling sound.

Bai Zhi drank it in one gulp, and heard Lu Juefeng snort slightly, "It's his turn to drink, why are you toasting with him?" The voice was not loud, just enough for her to hear.

The corners of Bai Zhi's lips couldn't help but rise, and she sniffed Lu Juefeng with her nose, "Hey, I seem to smell a sour smell."

What she responded to was Lu Juefeng's big palm squeezing her waist vigorously.

The whole game went quite smoothly. Meng Changxin was the most active person, but she didn't have a chance to draw lots.

This time the arrow points to He Ziqing. This is the third time He Ziqing has won the bid.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer sticky notes in the lottery box, she slapped the table and said, "It's not fair, why is it never my turn."

He Ziqing quickly handed over the lottery bucket, "Sister Xin, I'll draw for you."

Meng Changxin glanced at everyone present, rubbed her hands, and said a little impatiently, "Well, I smoked it!"

There were not many sticky notes left in the lottery box, but she clearly remembered that none of the pile of "kiss" and "confess" sticky notes she had just written had been drawn. The chances of getting this kind of lottery are now higher.

She took one out at random, opened it, and her previously bright expression suddenly froze.

What the hell!

The person who draws this lottery holds an ice cube in his mouth for one minute and recites "Quiet Night Thoughts" silently! ! !

The big Chinese characters "龙飞风五" are written with a steady force. It doesn't look like the handwriting is hidden. It should be a man's handwriting.

"Who wrote this?" Meng Changxin immediately looked at the men present.

What Lu Juefeng just wrote was very straightforward, similar to "Bai Zhi took the initiative to kiss Lu Juefeng" and can be ruled out.

Lu Jueyun is a playboy, and Huo Shaoting also likes to be lively and will never do anything about dictating ancient poems.

Then there is only Mu Jianhua left among the men present.

This rigid, non-interactive request comes from his brain without romantic cells.

When Meng Changxin's eyes locked on Mu Jianhua, Mu Jianhua happened to meet her gaze and smiled apologetically.

Then Mu Jianhua took an ice cube out of the champagne bucket, put it in a cup, and brought it to Meng Changxin. He handed over a pen and paper, "Ms. Meng, the one-minute countdown is ready to start."

Fuck you big-headed devil!

Meng Changxin wanted to hit someone with an ice cube, "I finally drew lots once. This is too boring. I want to change."

"You're not bored, why don't you ask Mr. Mu to put ice cubes in your mouth?" He Ziqing didn't mind watching the excitement. If she was more familiar with Mu Jianhua, she would yell at him to put the ice cubes into Meng Changxin's mouth.

Mu Jianhua very calmly put the ice cube into Meng Changxin's mouth, raised his wrist and looked at the watch, "There are still fifty-nine seconds, hold on."

"..." Meng Changxin's mouth was so cold that she felt numb, her eyes were burning with fire, she glared at Mu Jianhua, and rolled her eyes in the sky.

Stuff her with ice cubes, good, she will remember this grudge for the time being.

Mu Jianhua pointed to the pen and paper on the coffee table again, "I still have to write "Quiet Night Thoughts" silently."

"Uh-huh?" Meng Changxin clenched her fists.

He Ziqing translated, "What the hell?"

"It's a poem by Li Bai. The first line is "The moonlight shines before the bed." Mu Jianhua explained patiently.

Seeing that Meng Changxin still didn't move, he reminded the next three sentences again.

Meng Changxin has the desire to kill people. Writing ancient poems silently with ice cubes in his mouth, Mu Jianhua, are you a devil?

"Time's up." Mu Jianhua calculated the time meticulously, handed the tissue to Meng Changxin's mouth, and said very gentlemanly: "The ice cube is too cold, spit it out."

Meng Changxin stared at the tissue in front of her and stared at Mu Jianhua, but did not vomit.

The teeth open and close, snapping, snapping.

The air suddenly became quiet, and the sound of chewing ice cubes suddenly felt a little weird.