Chapter 3557

His strength was a little strong. His skin was white and left red marks.

Ran Bai glances at the ball and Wen Haoqing.

The goal is a little fierce.

"Master, don't play anymore?" she put down her billiard stick and looked very serious, as if she had never known Wen Haoqing.

"I don't think Miss Song's mind is here either." the film emperor said a word without salt, and then ignored her.

Ran Bai didn't speak.

Han zhe plays with ranbai, but ranbai is really not interested in these games. She sits on the sofa next to the little master.

Compared with Suzi oak, he held it for a long time, but he still couldn't help it. His face was not quite right. He came up and asked, "what's the relationship between you and Mr. Wen?"

He remembered that song Bai was Han Zhe's man before.

Ranbai is bored. When she hears this, she is calm. She replies casually. The volume is neither light nor heavy: "it doesn't matter."

“……”

Shit, he believes in a ghost.

The young master is unwilling and wants to ask something.

"Song Xiaobai." Han zhe bit a cigarette and asked, "do you play cards?"

Dyed white was a little bored and didn't have the heart to answer Su zioak's question: "it's OK."

Then she started her winning streak tonight.

Ten innings and ten wins.

It's merciless.

Han zhe didn't play. He looked at the dyed white card next to him. He was a good guy. He held his chin and smiled with a tone: "it seems that you will have a lot of personality."

It's hard to get through this, isn't it?

"Go to see a psychologist another day." Wang fried in another game and said, "cure your problem of doubting other people's dual personality."

"OK." Han zhezheng'er's eight Classics: "it's a good time to make a company. Go and have a look, too."

"Get out."

Several people on the card table listened to the dialogue silently, more and more admired dye white, and almost gave a thumbs up directly.

This is the first time they have seen such a person talking to Han Zhe.

But what does dialogue mean.

Insanity???

The girl in white dress can't play cards, so she sticks to the young master. Looking at the figure easily surrounded in it, she doesn't feel good in her heart.

Why is it that she can't change their eyes, but song Bai can talk and laugh in it.

She bit her teeth. She was unwilling. She thought of something. She slowly touched her mobile phone with one hand and carefully unlocked it. The action was slight. Without leaving any trace, she pointed the camera at the direction of dyeing white and pressed the shooting key.

Her palms sweated and took several pictures. When she put down her mobile phone, her heart beat like a drum.

Seeing that no one around noticed her, the girl breathed a sigh of relief and clenched her cell phone.

"Shit, God." one of the young masters scratched his hair and couldn't believe it. "Song Bai, what's your luck?!"

"You can't get luck." ran Bai replied lazily. In fact, this thing has nothing to do with luck, but also can get the results through observation and calculation. She didn't say.

The night is deep and the city is noisy.

The box gradually opened and was in full swing.

One of the girls asked where she would go later.

A young master nearby replied ill intentioned.

"Go to the hotel."

The tone is very dissolute.

When the show was over, ranbai went out directly, and Han zhe didn't follow them. Someone said, "Han zhe? Where are you going so early!"

"Send people home." Han zhe smiled at him. He looked a little different from the past, and replied angrily.

The questioner looked a little wordless.

When did Han zhe become so pure?

Don't take people to the hotel and play the routine of sending people home?

It seems that the girl doesn't mean anything to him.

It's a strange thing.

But at this time, what nobody thought was——

When the painting style turns,

What nobody thought of was.

Dyed white wrist was suddenly fastened.

The slender shadow fell down, and the breath was so cold that it could not be added again. Even the temperature between the wrists was cold.

Dyed white paused and looked at it with her side eyes.

The man was abstinent and always gentle and calm. His gentle and affectionate peach eyes gathered a faint light that others couldn't understand, and smiled at her: "why doesn't Miss Song know me?"

"!" ran Bai never thought that Wen Haoqing was so brazen and didn't cover up at all.

Almost everyone's eyes fell on the two of them.

Ranbai tries to earn her wrist, but she doesn't break away. Instead, she is buckled tighter by the man.

"Am I familiar with my predecessors?" ran Bai simply stopped moving and kept an embarrassed and polite smile.

Wen Haoqing looked at her with drooping eyes. The dim light and shadow came into the bottom of his eyes. The end of his eyes outlined the illusion of being amorous and righteous. His voice was low and the meaning was unknown: "in Miss Song's opinion, how can we be familiar?"

Ranbai had a bad feeling. She felt that if she really let Wen Haoqing go on, she didn't dare to say that there would be good results.

"Cough!" as a scum woman who really didn't want to have a relationship with Wen Haoqing, she dyed white face and didn't change her color: "senior, I have something else to do."

bye!

Wen Haoqing half narrowed his eyes, calmly clutched her wrist, and the volume fell not light or heavy, "where is Miss Song going?"

"Hmm?" he stared at her and said, "gold Lord."

His voice was born with love, like exotic ballads, Cello in church, and the warm rhyme of taboo.

"Lying in the trough!" the young master heard these two words, shook his hand, shocked life and blurted out.

Dyeing white is no better.

She had felt everyone staring at her death.

You say such things in private. What do you do in the open.

Now, denial is useless.

After ranbai was silent, she said coldly, "go out and talk."

Han Zhe's face was unclear and he wanted to catch up, but ran Bai shook his head at him.

The girl's heart set off a storm. She never thought she could run into such a thing.

Isn't song Bai pestering Wen Haoqing on the Internet?

What's going on!

She clenched her teeth. She was jealous at the bottom of her heart. Her eyes were dark. She took out her mobile phone and covered it with her bag. She took a picture of ranbai and Wen Haoqing leaving.

There was a moment of silence in the box, and no one spoke.

obviously,

Wen Haoqing's words about the gold Lord made them unable to think.

Standing outside talking too ostentatiously, Wen Haoqing didn't speak all the way. His expression disappeared in the shadow of the night, clutching people's wrists and taking the dyed white to his car.

There are two of them in the car. The atmosphere is condensed and there is no temperature.

Ran Bai didn't care much. She leaned lazily against the co pilot and looked at Wen Haoqing. She was disgusted with the evil spirit of hooking her lips and smiling, and her tone was a little frivolous: "have you considered it clearly, senior?"

Looking at the girl's heartless appearance, Wen Haoqing's eyes were a little deeper. He was quiet for a moment. His fingertips gently rubbed the ring on his tail finger. No one knew what he was thinking. He only listened to the calm voice in the middle of the night: "you treat me as those lovers who can take care of themselves to bed outside?"