Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3557 When I am scumbag after the actor (57)

  The strength is a bit strong, and his skin is white, leaving many red marks.

  Ranbai glanced at the ball, and then at Wen Haoqing.

  The goal is a bit fierce.

  "Senior won't play anymore?" She put down the billiard cue with a serious expression, as if she had never known Wen Haoqing.

   "I think Miss Song's thoughts are not here." The actor said in a mild manner, and then ignored her.

  Dyeing white and did not speak.

  Han Zhe played with Yen Bai, but Yen Bai was really not interested in these games. She was sitting on the sofa next to the little master.

  Compared with Su Zili, he held back for a long time, but still couldn't hold back, and his face was not quite right, he came up and asked: "What is your relationship with Mr. Wen?"

  He remembered that Song Bai was Han Zhe’s person before.

  Dyeing white is boring, and when I heard this, I didn’t feel surprised, and responded casually, the volume was neither light nor heavy: "It’s okay."

  "……"

  Damn, he believes in a ghost.

  The young master is unwilling, and still wants to ask something.

   "Song Xiaobai." Han Zhe bit a cigarette, and asked arrogantly: "Don't you play cards?"

  Dyeing white is a bit boring, and I didn’t even bother to answer Su Zili’s question: “It’s okay.”

   Then she started her winning streak tonight.

   Ten rounds and ten wins.

  Really merciless.

  Han Zhe didn’t play. He looked at the white-dyed cards beside him. He was a good guy, propped his chin, and smiled with accent, "It seems that you have a lot of personality."

  It’s hard to get through the fine division, right?

  "Go to a psychiatrist another day." In another round, Wang Zha, Ding Bai said nonchalantly, "Cure your problem of suspecting the double personality of others."

   "Go chant." Han Zhezheng's eight classics: "It just happens to be a company, you also go and see."

"roll."

  The few people at the poker table listened to this conversation silently, admiring Yan Bai more and more, and almost directly gave a thumbs up.

  It was the first time they met someone who talked to Han Zhe like this.

   But what does the conversation mean.

  Insanity? ? ?

  The girl in the white skirt doesn't know how to play cards, so she sticks to the young master, and she feels uncomfortable looking at the figure that is easily surrounded by it.

  Why is she lowly pretending to be pitiful and can't change their eyes, but Song Bai can talk and laugh in it with a calm expression.

She gritted her teeth and felt unwilling. Thinking of something, she slowly touched her mobile phone with one hand, and carefully unlocked it, with a slight movement, without leaving a trace, pointing the camera in the white-dyed direction, and pressing the camera button. .

  She sweated on her palms and took a few shots in a row. When she put down the phone, her heart beats like a drum.

  Seeing that no one else noticed her, the girl was relieved and held her phone tightly.

   "I rely on, God." One of the young masters scratched his hair, unbelievable, "Song Bai, what is your luck?!"

   "Luck you can't get." Ranbai replied lazily. In fact, this thing has nothing to do with luck, and results can be obtained through observation and calculation, she didn't say.

  The night is deep and the city is noisy.

The   box gradually opened for fun, and it was full of enthusiasm.

  Among them, a girl asked me where she would go.

   Next to him, a young master replied unkindly.

   "Go to the hotel."

The tone of    is very volatile.

  Waiting for the exit, Ranbai walked out directly, Han Zhe did not follow them, someone greeted: "Han Zhe? Where are you going so early!"

  "Send people home." Han Zhe smiled at him, and when he looked closely, it was a little bit different from the past, and he replied in a scornful tone.

  The person who asked the question looked a little hard to say.

   When did Han Zhe become so pure?

  Don’t take people to the hotel, but still play the routine of sending people home?

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

   is really a rare thing.

  It’s just that at this moment, what no one thought was--

  The painting style has changed,

  No one thought of it.

  The white-dyed wrist was suddenly caught.

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

  Ranbai paused, then looked sideways.

  The man is full of abstinence, and is always gentle and calm. Those gentle and affectionate peach eyes gathered in the dark light that others can’t understand, and smiled at her slightly: "How can Miss Song be like not knowing me?"

   "!" Dye Bai never expected that Wen Haoqing would be so blatant, without even covering up.

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

  Ranbai tried to force his wrist, but didn't break away, instead he was clasped tighter by the man.

  "Are I familiar with seniors." Dyebai didn't move at all, maintaining an awkward and polite smile.

  Wen Haoqing looked down at her, the dim light and shadow reflected in the bottom of her eyes, and the illusion of a little sentimentality was outlined at the end of her eyes, her voice was low, and the meaning was unclear: "In Miss Song's opinion, what is familiar?"

  Ranbai had a not-so-good premonition. She felt that if Wen Haoqing were to let Wen Haoqing continue, she would not dare to say that there would be good results.

   "Cough!" As a scum girl who really doesn't want to get involved with Wen Haoqing, she didn't change her face and said, "Senior, I have something else."

goodbye!

  Wen Haoqing half-closed her eyes, calmly grasping her wrist, and the volume fell down, "Miss Song, where is this going again?"

   "Huh?" He stared at her, and said every word: "Gold Master."

  His voice is born with a singularity, like an exotic ballad, the cello in the church, and the gentle rhyme of taboo.

   "Fuck!" The young master suddenly heard these two words, shaking his hand, shocked his life, and blurted out.

  White dyeing is not much better.

  She already felt everyone staring at her death sight.

  When you say this kind of thing, you say it in private, what do you do in the face of it.

  To this day, denial is useless.

  Ranbai was silent for a while, and said indifferently: "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 has a stormy sea in her heart, and she never expected that she could run into such a thing.

  Isn’t it all rumored that Song Bai entangled Wen Haoqing on the Internet?

  What is going on!

   She gritted her teeth, she was so jealous, her eyes were dark, she took out her mobile phone and used a bag as a cover, and took a picture of the back of Ran Bai and Wen Haoqing who had left.

  The atmosphere in the box was silent for a while, and no one spoke.

  Obviously,

  Wen Haoqing's gold master made them unable to think.

  Standing outside to talk was too ostentatious, Wen Haoqing didn't say a word along the way, her expression was hidden in the shadow of the night, holding her wrist and carrying the white dye to her car.

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

  Yan Bai didn't care much. She leaned on the co-pilot lazily, then looked at Wen Haoqing, with a wicked smile, her body turned back and her tone was a little frivolous: "Senior, are you thinking about it clearly?"

Seeing the girl's heartless appearance, Wen Haoqing's eyes darkened a little bit. He was silent for a moment, rubbing the ring on his tail with his fingertips. No one knew what he was thinking, only listening in the middle of the night. Calm voice: "You think of me as a lover who can just take care of me?"

  (End of this chapter)