Chapter 30

This ring...

Tang Nuanyang was shocked. That night, in Dubai, she saw this ring on the hand of the magician who tried to belittle her, but how could it appear here

she looked up. In the moonlight, the man was wearing a silver dress, a silver mask on his face and a glass of champagne in his hand. The difference was that this time, he didn't wear a top hat and his hair was black. It turned out that he was Chinese

"you" stood up and pointed to him. Although the ring was very similar to her height, she was still not sure

"we meet again" the masked man raised his mouth slightly to her

"it's really you" Tang Nuanyang remembers that last time he held her, she subconsciously stepped back two steps, looked at the club over there and asked, "are you here to perform magic?"

she tries to make herself look relaxed as much as possible, and then looks for a way to escape

"it's getting late, it's time for me to go." Tang Nuanyang decisively ended the conversation with him, turned around and left

Tang Nuanyang didn't say much, so he turned and went on

the masked man goes up and stops her "what's the matter with you?"

"what do you want, sir? I'm going home now. Would you please let me go? " She said weakly

"unless you tell me, what's wrong with you?"

"I don't care much. Even if I do, I don't care about you. Please get out of the way, or I'll call the police." Tang Wenyang's tone became tough

the masked man looked at her for a while, but he didn't mean to get out of the way and still asked, "what's the matter with you?"

"it doesn't matter to you," Tang Nuanyang said coldly, holding his anger. He quickly passed him, and his arm accidentally passed his sleeve

she fled the scene quickly

the masked man frowned and looked at her back. His shining eyes, like stars, narrowed slightly

in the twinkling of an eye, he saw a piece of red on his sleeve, and his eyes were stunned. His breath was short, his eyes were full of pain, and his fingers trembled with the blood. For a moment, it seemed that the blood fell from his fingertips

Tang Nuanyang ran for a long distance in one breath. Seeing that he didn't catch up, he stopped and stood on the side of the road waiting for a taxi

a series of red taxis slowly came to her from the left. She opened the door and sat in. Behind her, a series of black sports cars were approaching quietly. At the moment when she sat in, the people in the sports car could see her face clearly. After she sat in, the sports car had already passed

How did she come

when he gets home, Tang Wenyang quickly goes upstairs. His shirt is wet through. As soon as he pushes the door open, he sees Luo Juntian sitting on the European style sofa, looking at her

"where have you been?" He spoke leisurely