Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3514 When I am the scumbag (14)

The two words    fell coolly, with a wave of cold energy, Liu Qiao frowned, staring at Dye Bai disdainfully.

  I never thought that the girl would move directly in the next second!

  The hem almost brought out the wind, and slammed the glass next to her with a blank face!

   With a scream, Liu Qiao was directly thrown over the shoulder, one knee was pressed against Liu Qiao and she pressed the person to the ground, looking at her condescendingly.

  A series of actions flowed like water, without a half pause at all, with a bit of fierceness.

  The light fell on her pupils, not half warm, indifferent to the bone, and the corners of her lips were curved in an evil arc.

  She is smiling.

   "Skip your hand again?"

  The girl bent on one knee and pressed hard against her, and asked gently.

   Liu Qiao’s exquisite face was almost so painful that it was distorted, and her sharp chin almost deformed at this moment.

  I'm afraid Liu Qiao didn't even think of it in her dreams, but Ranbai dared to do it!

  Dare to do it in front of Han Zhe!

  The problem is that she was still crying and apologizing for one second after she was dyed white, but the next second she gave her a shoulder fall? !

  Shen Jiao has been stunned until now, and she has no idea what happened.

  What does this mean!

  It is rare that Han Zhe was also taken aback, looking at the girl's simple and neat skill, even coldly and ruthlessly.

   He squinted his eyes, their eyes dark.

  I used to be together with Song Bai for so long. I just liked that face, so I was more tolerant.

  Just for fun, Han Zhe didn't care much about Song Bai and others' unclearness, because he did the same.

But.

  He never knew that a girl who was weak and innocent in front of anyone had such skill.

  I don’t know if it should be said that this person can really pretend, or if it is hidden too deeply.

   "Song Bai!" Liu Qiao's hideous face. I can't see the slightest sense of beauty at all, even the voice has broken, "You let go!"

   responded with a chuckle.

"No one taught you before." Ran Bai patted her face with one hand, and the action brought out a kind of careless chill. She licked the corner of her lips, and her voice was low and cold: "I allow you to fall. I have something?"

  Liu Qiao really felt that she was going crazy, but Han Zhe had no intention of stopping this scene, as if he was really just a passing spectator.

  Liu Qiao can only cry and explain.

  Dyeing white and then got up.

  Suddenly heard a round of applause.

  Han Zhe smiled at the corners of his lips, sloppy, not caring about Liu Qiao at all, "Miss Song is really good."

   "Bonus."

  Dyeing the white face without changing the color and heartbeat, he calmly accepted this compliment, and didn't even look at Han Zhe, and didn't want to take anything, so he turned around and left.

   "If Ms. Song is willing." Han Zhe looked at the girl's back, thoughtfully, with a magnetic joking voice: "It is an honor to continue to live."

   "Not willing."

   did not return from dyeing his head, walked out of the villa, and threw only three words to Han Zhe.

  The man is not at all annoyed, the corners of his lips become deeper and he smiles speciously.

   Liu Qiao cried and grabbed a corner of the male Han Zhe's clothes, and said pitifully, "Shao Han..."

  She thought she would receive gentle comfort from a man.

  Who knows that the elegant and sloppy man in front of him slowly leaned over, pinched her chin, spit out two words, with a cold tone: "Trash."

   Liu Qiao's face turned white in an instant.

  But in the next second, she saw the person in front of her smile again, gently rubbing her chin with her fingertips, talking lazily, with a charming tone, but chilling: "Why are you still crying? It really makes my lord feel distressed."

   Overcast and sunny.

   moody.

  Liu Qiao's face was whiter, and she was frightened and frightened for a while, wailing her lips, not knowing what to say.

  Han Zhe lost interest in an instant.

  The eyes are as deep as ink.

  ...

  I don't know when it will snow again outside, the snow is fluttering, and the road is covered with a thin layer of ice.

  Dyeing white buttoned herself with a sweater hat, half covering her eyebrows, took a taxi to find a hotel, and asked for the most expensive suite.

  Feng Luo has been quiet as a chicken.

  It's not bubbling until this moment.

   is a bit hard to say.

"Host."

  Yan Bai is riding the elevator: "Huh?" Yan Bai is riding the elevator.

  "...Your design is broken."

   "Oh." The elevator door opened, and Ranbai walked out, completely disinterested in what Feng Luo said, very indifferent.

  "Where is the white lotus we said?" Host, did you abandon it to the Seine?

   "I didn't say it." Dye Bai walked deep in the corridor.

  Feng Luo has nothing to say.

  When I was crying and apologizing just now, I felt that I wanted to tear the turntable away, so I asked her to set someone up?

Ah.

  Her hotel room is on the top floor, and there are fewer than ten rooms on this floor.

  Danbai found the corresponding house number, took a look at it, and swiped the house card.

  The door of the opposite room was pushed open, and the fingers half-ridden on the door were slender and hard, the dark blue veins were clearly defined, the bones were cold, and it was a bit unreasonably seductive.

  The cuffs are well-fitted and beautiful.

  The slender and tall shadows are half hidden, very oppressive.

  Ran Bai felt the familiar breath, took a pause, and glanced sideways, his eyes stopped on the hands, and when he raised his eyes, he met the person's eyes.

  When the person touches the eye, the man’s peach-eyed ancient well has no waves, deep and peaceful.

Wen Haoqing probably didn't expect to encounter Yen Bai in this place, his eyes were faint, and after a second of quietly meeting with Yen Bai, he looked away indifferently, and walked outside, as if he saw a stranger. Attitude.

  Yan Bai thought,

  What could be more clever than this.

  This physique bug is really easy to use.

   was completely ignored, dyed white without saying hello or anything, and went straight into the room and closed the door.

  The standard configuration of the presidential suite does not seem to be what the hotel boasts, it is really luxurious.

   is to burn money.

  Then dyed white and ordered takeaway in the presidential suite.

  After half an hour,

  A knock on the door suddenly sounded.

   is just knocking on the door opposite her, with a pale face and expressionless, looking at her phone on the sofa.

  The takeaway boy stood outside and knocked on the door.

  A few seconds later,

  The door was suddenly opened.

  The man stood there, well-dressed, unable to find the slightest impropriety, calm and elegant.

  Wearing a black mask, half covering his face, but he can still let people imagine his bones from that noble and elegant temperament, it is certainly not bad.

Unexpectedly, the takeaway boy stayed in a daze, vaguely feeling a little familiar. When facing a man, there was a kind of inexplicable pressure. He felt that he was not good enough, and he couldn't help thinking whether his image was wrong. He would The takeaway handed it over and nervously said, "First, sir...this is your takeaway."

  Wen Haoqing glanced down, his voice was as deep as a foreign ballad, adding a sense of distance: "Sorry, I didn't order it."

  The takeaway boy was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the house number again, then his face split.

   Before he had time to apologize, the door on the opposite side was opened directly.

  (End of this chapter)