Chapter 527

The late heart was almost torn open and bloody.

But then he smiled silently again.

Didn't she take the initiative to ask to be a mistress before cold?

Now why do you feel wronged and sad?

With a deep breath, she stood up and walked out of the ward.

In order to save Xiaoyan, she must endure it!

Late at night, I took a taxi to the middle of the night. All the way, the taxi driver looked at her in the rearview mirror with strange eyes.

No wonder women who go to that kind of bar in the middle of the night don't make people curious?

In the middle of the night, according to the private room number given by Han not late, I looked for it late.

When the door is opened, there is a dizzy smell of wine and colorful lights.

The cold did not sit late in the card seat, and the deep dark eyes quenched the cold.

He was surrounded by several men. When he saw her, cheers broke out.

"Han Shao really has the ability to call her!"

"Miss Luo is as beautiful as before. It seems that she hasn't suffered much during her imprisonment!"

"Hey, it's not too late. I remember you hate her. Why haven't you cut off contact?"

……

Late at night, he stood at the door at a loss and accepted the comments of men. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to die.

She knew all these people. They were the attendants who followed Han weichi and respected her sister-in-law very much.

But now she is no longer the baby in Han weichi's heart. These people looked at her eyes and began to become unscrupulous.

It was like many greasy and cold snakes winding around her, making her out of breath.

Cold did not lift his eyes late, and his smart eyes were at a loss and moving.

But it was clear that he deliberately climbed into his bed a few hours ago, threatened him and disgusted him.

What are you loading now!

Cold not late, a little more irritable in his heart, hooked at her, "come here."

It sounds like calling a dog.

Late at night, he clenched his red lips and slowly walked towards the cold, but he stopped when he was one meter away from the card seat.

"Han Shao, do you still like her?" Asked the man next to him.

Cold is not late, cold hiss, broken ice floating in the fundus of the eyes, cold through the heart, "hate to the bone."

The four words are like a crimson soldering iron, deeply burning in the heart of the late night, and the pain makes the late night breath stagnant.

Even in front of others, Han will not give her the slightest face.

He wants her to die now?

The man next to him was very excited. He rubbed his hands and asked, "can I play with her? It's my honor to help Han Shao torture his enemies. "

With a roar, the night is as late as lightning. Look at the cold before it is too late.

She didn't come here for such a thing!

But Han didn't see her pleading at the bottom of her eyes. His tone was very impatient, "whatever."

Whatever, that's a promise!

Han weichi was so casual that he threw her to other men, like casually transferring worthless toys.

"It's not too late, don't, don't do this to me." Late at night, the whole body trembled and came forward to hold the corner of the cold clothes.

In the next moment, the cold, wide, thin and cool palm covered the back of her hand.

Bending over, the cruel smile magnified in front of the sunset.

"Why not? I like you being trampled on when it's late!"

With that, he broke off her hand holding the corner of her clothes one by one and violently pushed her to the ground.

Late at night, he hit his knee on the tea table and burst out bright red in an instant, which was painful.

But Han didn't even take a look. He stood up with a terrible cold tone, "late at night, threaten me, you should bear the price!"