Gu Yan felt that Rong Mochen was really different tonight.
When he asked him to sit down, he did obediently.
With a sulky bite to his lower lip, Gu Yan dialed the hotel line again to order a bottle of red wine.
Gu Yan brought two glasses, poured one-third into each, and was about to suggest disinfecting and applying medicine, when someone picked up the glass and drank it all at once.
Gu Yan twitched at the mouth, hurriedly filled another glass for him, and just as he was putting down the wine bottle, he saw the throat rolling down again, as another glass was emptied.
"…" Gu Yan pressed his lips together, thought for a moment, and said, "Boss Rong, you need to savor red wine to truly appreciate its taste, you can't drink it like that."
Rong Mochen covered his long, black lashes, his mouth corner and side face marred with bruises, which didn't detract from his handsome appearance but added a wild sexiness.
