Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3501 When I am scumbag after the actor (1)

  Yeyu patters.

  The chill gradually deepened.

  The originally dim street was lit by the lights of the car and tiled in the distance.

  A pale and thin figure, stopped in front of that famous car, standing in the wind and rain, his whole body wet, his expression hidden in the night, although embarrassed, it still smelled of pity.

  The street was silent, and there was hardly any sound.

  The scene seemed to freeze.

For a long time,

  The door was slightly pushed open by someone.

The first thing I saw was those long, straight legs, with some kind of abstinence and deceptiveness for no reason, a slender and tall figure, came out without a haste, and you can see the cold and deep in the middle of the night. contour.

  He was holding a black umbrella to cut off the rain, only seeing that the hand holding the umbrella handle was too white under the pure black umbrella handle, and the joints were hard and beautiful.

  The two stood in the rain, a short distance apart.

  Farewell.

  One person pays attention to the extreme, but the other person is full of embarrassment.

  The girl was soaked all over, shivering and vulnerable.

  Her gaze stayed on the man, and she was greedy and refused to move half of it. Admiration and resentment were intertwined, and it was pain that could not be desired.

  The rain curtain blurred people's sight, and she couldn't tell whether her face was rain or tears. For a distance, the night was dark, and under the black bone umbrella, the shadows fell, and the girl couldn't see the man's appearance.

  But I can still see the calm and elegant cultivation of the other party, always calm and unable to get close.

  Her eyes stuck to the man's hand holding the bone umbrella.

The other party’s tail finger wears a ring. The style is simple but elegant. Looking up, it is a simple men’s watch with cool colors. The dark black cufflinks are also just right and delicate.

  The charm that is restrained in the bones.

  He is a person who can make people unable to find any impoliteness. He is always respectful and gentle.

  The girl’s lips moved, shaking very slightly, and her voice was incredibly soft, as if it would break at any time, with a few unwilling begging and expectation, she asked three words palely: "Why."

  It’s raining all the time,

  The person's face was concealed in the shadow of the umbrella bone, and he faintly distinguished the extremely gentle and affectionate silhouette. Standing in the wind and rain, his figure was very straight, and he brought out a bit of deep affection in the bones of this cold night.

"If Ms. Song definitely wants an answer..." He seemed to smile very lightly, indifferently smiling, with an indescribable mockery, and his opening voice was low and magnetic, exciting, and very similar. The lover's whispering is even more subtle when he talks about love. This is such a good voice, but it has been so lucky.

  The girl's face became paler, with no trace of blood.

  She stepped back, in a panic.

  Tottering in the wind and rain.

  The street is dim, only the car lights are on and off, and the rain ruthlessly falls on the ground, causing a circle of ripples, breaking the accumulated water circle, reflecting the gray and broken sky.

  The strands of chill can penetrate through the gaps in human bones, and a little bit, penetrate the heart.

   "Sorry." He is polite, his long jade body stands in the night, and his temperament is gentle and elegant, which makes people look up to. Three understatement: "Too cheap."

  The voice fell,

  The girl's face was pale in an instant, her figure was shaky, and her almost desperate mood was overwhelming.

The young man is holding a black umbrella, his emotions are always faint, he is looking down at her condescendingly, the cold and transparent raindrops piercing the cold of the night, reflecting his bottomless eyes, the peach blossom eyes are affectionate and affectionate. , The emotions are too deep, seemingly indifferent and mocking, but there is no wave of affection.

When    left, even his back showed a sense of indifference.

   is clearly clean and moist as a moon-like existence, but it is unintentional and merciless.

  The car gradually moved away from sight.

  The night is gloomy, on the empty and lonely streets,

  She is the only one left.

  ...

  Countless pictures squeezed into my mind in an instant, almost bursting, blank and chaotic.

  Ranbai can clearly feel a certain extreme unwillingness remaining in the chest cavity of the original master at the moment when she is conscious.

  She opened her eyes suddenly.

   Sharp eyes.

  The scene in front of you,

   is a little dim and dimly lit, spacious and big box, the melody of music echoes in your ears, and there are a few people sitting on the dark red sofa, not many, and it is noble.

  Ran Bai stood at the door of the box, the dim light hit her body, and there was no half of the temperature.

   Countless pictures flashed intermittently in front of you, chaotically.

  Finally freezes in the misty and rainy night, the man holding an umbrella, peachy eyes smiling.

  There are gangsters, such as learning and learning, and thinking and grinding.

  It’s no exaggeration to use this sentence to describe it.

  This is the chaotic memory of the original owner himself, as well as the strong emotion of extremely unwillingness.

  The plot has not been transmitted yet, so it seems even more chaotic in these fragmented memories.

  This is probably the box of a certain high-end club. Just looking at the people inside, you are either rich or expensive.

  "Miss Song, what are you doing there, sit down."

One of the young people looked at her sideways, squinted slightly, as if discerning who it was. After paused for two seconds, he beckoned to her lazily, smiling frivolously and sloppily. There was a bit of joking in the tone.

  "……"

  I don’t know anyone.

  There is no plot, but the white dyeing is still very calm.

  It's just that there is a moist touch on the cheeks, the teardrops wet the eyelashes, and the drops slide down the cheeks.

  The kind of crying that can't stop even if you want to stop.

  "?!"

   Dye Bai was shocked.

  She stretched out her hand to touch her eyes, and she felt a tear in her hand, and then she was still crying.

Han Zhe stared at the girl standing at the door of the box with an unmoving expression. It was obviously a bit of a bone, but she wore a thin and delicate snow-white dress with a slender waist. It was thin and beautiful. It was so impressive. A girl who seems to be protective.

The original clean and beautiful facial features painted with light makeup, it looks very pure, like a student who has not been in the world. The clear eyes are half of tears, the long eyelashes are trembling, the tears are set against the paleness of the complexion, crying The pear flowers bring rain.

   is very pitiful.

pity.

  He sees many such tricks.

   is too cookie-cutter.

  Lost.

  He looked at it a few times, and when he saw this, he smiled slightly, with a somewhat unnoticeable taunting interest, bit a cigarette with his thin lips, and languidly looked on the sofa. His handsome facial features were fascinating, "Miss Song, why is she crying?"

  "Good beauty, this cry is so annoying..." Distressed.

  He hasn't finished speaking, his tone is lazy and joking, as if he is watching a play.

   But without warning, I heard a word whispering from the girl's mouth.

"Depend on."

  "..." Han Zhe: "?"

  He heard it wrong?

  Ranbai really couldn't help but burst a word, she had endured the inexplicable stuff drawn out of this garbage draw to the extreme, and she kept crying after seeing the ghost, and couldn't stop it.

   "Host!!" When Feng Luo looked at the plane, he heard Ranbai's words directly, emphasizing: "Calm down! Let's be calm!"

  "Personal design cannot collapse!"

  Dyeing white: "Go away."

  Seal: "..."

  It squatted silently in the corner and circled.

  Why it always hurts.

  Not only Han Zhe heard it, but other people also heard it. They were probably a little surprised, and they all looked up at her.

  Yan Bai had no expression on her face, walked directly over, took a paper towel on the table and wiped her tears, finally she stopped crying.

   "Thank you, I don't want to cry."

  Han Zhe was silent for two seconds, watching her movements, suddenly smiled, and raised the corners of his lips: "Sit."

  (End of this chapter)