Chapter 507

Zhang Xiao was stunned. What kind of pomp is this?

That man's identity is not simple!

He quickly explained, "don't be nervous. I just want to ask the way."

"Sorry, we don't know. Ask someone else!" the cold bodyguard in a black suit replied coldly.

"OK, I know. Excuse me." Zhang Xiao cold sweat apologized repeatedly, but secretly despised it in his heart. Money is great. Look at yourself!

"Please make way!" the bodyguard made a gesture coldly and politely, motioning Zhang Xiao not to get in the way.

Zhang Xiao took Hai Xiaomin on his back and let him go first. At this time, Hai Xiaomin spit out two words: "Ling Yao..."

The tall man headed by Zhang Xiao suddenly stiffened his back, stopped his steps, and turned to look at Zhang Xiao's back.

What happened?

I don't know if Zhang Xiao saw the other party suddenly stop and look over. He couldn't touch his head. The bodyguards didn't hear the cry before. It happened that

Ling Yao heard it!

In the quiet atmosphere where you can hear a needle drop, the long legs wrapped in straight trousers turn around, and the shiny tips of high-grade private hand-made leather shoes face Zhang Xiao, walking slowly in front of him in three or two steps!

Zhang Xiao was in a cold sweat subconsciously. Although he didn't think it would be such a coincidence that big people like the other party just knew Hai Xiaomin, he was still nervous and tightened the string.

He wanted to evacuate quickly, but somehow, he couldn't see the eyes under the sunglasses, but he could feel that a line of sight through the sunglasses was locking him tightly, leaving him nowhere to escape!

"What's up?" Zhang Xiao swallowed his saliva and tried to calm down.

Ling Yao's eyes fell on Zhang Xiao's shoulder. His face was completely blocked by messy hair. He felt his hands. His slender and good-looking fingers wanted to brush away his hair, but Zhang Xiao trembled and dodged: "what do you want? This is my wife. She's drunk. I'll take her home!"

wife?

Ling Yao turned his eyes and glanced at the man in front of him - cowardice, jealousy, laziness, no fixed job, and... His mind is full of that kind of thing!

Looking back from the tent held up by each other's crotch, Ling Yao has filled in the characteristics of this man in his mind. The woman who will marry this man must be either limited by her own conditions or blind.

At least, Hai Xiaomin does not meet these two points!

So ling Yao took back his spotless hand, put it in his trousers pocket, turned around and prepared to leave. He just thought he had heard it before.

At this time, Hai Xiaomin, who had not responded, suddenly reached out and grabbed Ling Yao's flat suit.

When everyone was stunned by this scene, she hung her head, propped up her upper body, and then tilted.

"Vomit ~" accompanied by a patter, a sour smell of wine filled the corridor, and it was unbearable to wrinkle your nose.

Ling Yao has been petrified. The things turned out in his stomach are all on his chest and back along his shoulders. Not only is the suit dirty, but also the position of his shirt. He can clearly feel the heat.

The air was completely silent.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... No, no, she didn't mean to..." Zhang Xiao's scalp was going to explode. It was unexpected to kill him. Hai Xiaomin would suddenly give him this stubble.

My darling, can he afford to provoke these people?

Seeing that his apology didn't work at all, the man's handsome face was so gloomy that he almost dropped water. His muscles twitched slightly because of anger. The bodyguards also showed murderous spirit one by one. Zhang xiaobrush left Hai Xiaomin: "it's none of my business. She's not my wife. You have to settle accounts and find her..."

Zhang Xiao turned and ran away. As soon as the bodyguard stretched out his sharp arm, he turned the man over to the ground, which made him cry and play a naughty game!

"Hit someone! I'm going to kill someone..."

But Ling Yao didn't want to look at him more. Her eyes were attracted by the woman who fell to the ground. She finally showed half of her side face!

In the hotel room, Ling Yao clamped the unconscious woman under the clean armpit and strode in. The bodyguard outside the door consciously pulled the door close. Then, Hai Xiaomin was thrown into bed with pity!

"Pain ~" Hai Xiaomin half fainted and half woke up, frowned and curled up.

Still know the pain?!

Why didn't you fall to death!

Ling Yao's black eyes are furious!

Smelling the sour smell, he was almost smoked and vomited. His face was very ugly and stared at Hai Xiaomin: "I'll come out to clean you up after I take a bath!"

Ling Yao went into the bathroom. Soon, there was a patter of water.

On the bed, the silky and flat silk quilt center is pressed out of radial folds by Hai Xiaomin's curled body. From the perspective of looking down, Hai Xiaomin is pregnant with a blooming flower, and his black hair is scattered.

However, her white cheeks showed an abnormal flush, exuded fine sweet sweat, frowned, licked her lips, and stammered uneasily: "hot... So hot... I want to drink water..."

She was so thirsty that she got up instinctively and looked everywhere for water to drink.

As far as I could see, I was dizzy. Every step was like stepping on cotton. Hai Xiaomin Jie planted several plants with her in succession. Then he climbed to the table with difficulty. He stumbled again, fell on the table and pushed down the cup on the table.

"Ping Ping Ping Ping!" several sounds of the broken glass.

The bathroom door was pulled open. Hearing the news, Ling Yao hurriedly wrapped a bath towel around his waist and appeared at the bathroom door wet!

The cold ink eyes swept through the house and saw Hai Xiaomin who was falling and sitting in the glass slag. His hands were cut and bleeding, but he didn't know it. He was still moving around and trying to get up.

The veins on his forehead jumped.

The heat was driven by his rapid movement. In the blink of an eye, Ling Yao appeared next to Hai Xiaomin with his long legs. Looking at the broken glass everywhere, he wrinkled his handsome eyebrows, bent down to pick her up and said angrily, "what are you doing?"

On Ling Yao's face, Hai Xiaomin narrowed his eyes and looked blankly. Looking at it really made people want to strangle her!

There was blood on her hand, which was obviously scratched. Ling Yao grabbed her slender wrist, dragged her to the sofa, put people on the sofa, sat on her side in front of her, quickly drew a few facial napkins from the tea table and wiped the blood on her hand.

Hai Xiaomin sat rocking his head, looking at him with a pair of blurred eyes and licking his lips from time to time.

The blood near the wound was wiped dry with a paper towel. Ling Yao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was his finger and the wound was shallow, but there was no band aid at hand

He raised his eyes and glanced at Hai Xiaomin, grabbed her little hand and held her injured finger in his mouth.

The fingers were wrapped by a damp heat, which was very comfortable. Just the tip of the tongue touched the wound, which brought a slight crisp itch, which made Hai Xiaomin sensitive to want to withdraw his hand, but he was imprisoned in his wrist by a man and couldn't shrink back.

"Forbearance." the man spared words like gold.

For a moment, Ling Yao vomited the blood stain and looked at the wound. It was good and stopped bleeding.