I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

Although Song Hanzhang seldom gave Chun Leshui a good face, Chun Leshui still trembled in fright at the shout.

Probably because he realized that he had made Song Hanzhang angry again, his eyes were full of tears, and his obsidian-like beautiful eyes were full of panic, and Lihua was about to cry with the rain, making Qi Bei's mouth parched.

It must be a beautiful scenery for such a lovely person to cry on the bed.

He stared at Chun Leshui greedily, but the other party regarded him as nothing, only Song Hanzhang in his eyes.

Chun Leshui was afraid that if he said one more sentence, Song Hanzhang's anger would be aggravated, but even if he was afraid, he had to protect Chu Lin. He mustered up the courage to look at Song Hanzhang, his voice trembling slightly: "No, no."

Not only the voice, but Chu Lin could clearly feel that the hand he was holding on his wrist was also trembling.

He shook Chun Leshui back worriedly: "Xiao Chun."

Song Hanzhang's eyes fell on the interlocking hands of the two, and he felt very eye-catching.

Chun Leshui cares so much about this Chu Lin, I'm afraid he is secretly happy.

But Chun Leshui is now concentrating on acting, combining human and drama as one, perfectly substituting himself into the state of Jian Shou, even if Jian Shou himself stands in front of him, he can only get No.2 in the imitation of himself contest.

Therefore, Song Hanzhang waited for a long time but did not hear any sound that made his blood surge.

He stared at Chun Leshui for a long while before he said, "It cost you 200 million yuan to let Lin Xi leave me, and now you want me to let your friend go with your mouth? Chun Leshui, do you think I'm very sad?" Easy to talk to?"

"Xiao Chun, don't listen to him, actually..." Chu Lin wanted to explain, but Chun Leshui confirmed his guess after hearing Song Hanzhang's words.

If there is anyone in this world that Chun Leshui knows better about him than herself, it is definitely Song Hanzhang, a dead man.

As far as their family Chulin is cute, unless Song Hanzhang is blind, it is impossible not to think badly about him.

He insisted: "Then, how much do you want?"

Song Hanzhang snorted lightly: "Money? Is that your money?"

Chun Leshui seemed to have just realized that most of his money also came from the Song family.

Instead, he accomplishes nothing, like a dodder flower that must cling to other plants to survive. Song Hanzhang is his host, and he cannot live without Song Hanzhang.

But the dodder flower looks soft and delicate and depends on other plants to survive, but it also has the terrifying nickname of "plant vampire". It absorbs the nutrients and water from the host to make itself grow rapidly, and finally strangles the host to make it die and wither. . *

Seems harmless, but deadly.

Song Hanzhang couldn't see his hypocrisy, so he asked impatiently, "Ask you?"

It took a while for Chun Leshui to speak slowly: "Then what should I do to let you off my brother?"

The wine glass blocked his lips, Song Hanzhang paused, put down his hands, and turned his face meaningfully to look at Qi Bei, whose eyeballs had been glued to him since Chun Leshui entered the door, the salivation in his eyes was undisguised.

"Do you know how much face Young Master Qi gave me for your senior brother?" He smiled viciously, biting the word senior brother as Chunle called him.

As soon as he reminded him, Chun Leshui remembered that there were other people in the box.

It's not that he ignored Qi Bei directly, it's just that Qi Bei looks ordinary, although he can't be said to be ugly, but he must be the kind of ordinary that can't be found if you throw it in the crowd of passers-by.

Not as tall and handsome as the two bodyguards at the door.

It really couldn't catch Chun Leshui's eyes.

He looked at Song Hanzhang warily and shook his head slightly.

Listening to the disgust and abuse in Chun Leshui's heart, Song Hanzhang became angry, and seeing his affectionate and lifeless appearance, Song Hanzhang became even more angry.

"Why don't you accompany Young Master Qi as a thank you for his noble hand and letting go of your senior brother?"

puff--

Qi Bei squirted out the wine directly.

He turned his head suddenly, coughing and staring at Song Hanzhang in disbelief.

Although he is very greedy for Song Hanzhang, a beautiful wife, but that is a wife and not a lover!Who would take the initiative to send his wife to someone else's bed? Song Hanzhang is fucking sick, right?

Not only Qi Bei, but everyone in the box was stunned by his words, Chun Leshui almost couldn't maintain the expression on his face.

[Sure enough, I should kill Song Hanzhang, a scumbag. 】

[The big deal is that the fish will die and the net will be broken, one corpse and two lives, and go to hell with him to be a couple of fateful mandarin ducks. 】

[Bah, what a mandarin duck.I can live, but Song Dog must die. 】

"Song Hanzhang..." Chun Leshui broke down and called out Song Hanzhang's full name, with a crying voice, his face full of disbelief, "How can I say...it's your law...I'm not your lover, you don't have to like me, But how, how could you let me..."

[The key is still so ugly, who the hell wants to sleep with an ugly man! 】

"Not willing?" Song Hanzhang asked.

[Nonsense, you want to fuck yourself, idiot!I think you two are a match made in heaven, a dog man and an ugly man are a perfect match. 】

[And your surname is Qi, take a look at what to see, and then look at it and dig out your eyeballs. 】

【Fuck, I'm so mad, Song Hanzhang of Goo Ri. 】

Chun Leshui took half a step back nervously, and for the first time, he clearly rejected Song Hanzhang after he obeyed Song Hanzhang's words, timidly but firmly said: "I don't want to."

He seemed to retreat half a step, but he took Chu Lin behind him more seriously.

Chu Lin was so angry that his hands were shaking. He knew that Song Hanzhang was a scumbag, but he didn't expect Song Hanzhang to be such a scumbag.

This can no longer be described as an ordinary scumbag, he is a scumbag.

Chu Lin's heart beat a little faster, purely because of Song Hanzhang's speech, he said angrily: "Xiaochun, don't listen to Song Hanzhang, someone helped me, but it wasn't any of them. It's not your turn to thank me if I want to thank you."

Chun Leshui lowered her head slightly, but said nothing.

Chu Lin's heart ached.

He didn't even look at the other people in the box, and led Chun Leshui out: "Go, I'll take you home."

Chun Leshui glanced at Song Hanzhang, then quickly lowered her eyes to hide the sadness in her eyes, and said hello softly.

His eyes are like lacquer, with clear teardrops falling on the thick eyelashes, the eyelids are closed, and the scene of tears falling from the eye sockets and hitting the carpet is playing in front of Qi Bei's eyes like slow motion.

On the contrary, the heartbroken look of despair made that beautiful face more charming.

So beautiful.

If Chun Leshui is really available, then Qi Bei can forget all about the past between him and Song Hanzhang.

"Stop!" Qi Bei yelled, signaling the bodyguards at the door to stop Chun Leshui.

The bodyguards are well-trained and loyal to their employers, but what is the relationship between Chun Leshui and Song Hanzhang, and what is Song Hanzhang's background? Song Hanzhang didn't say anything to ask them to stop his wife in front of Song Hanzhang, but they dare not.

The two bodyguards looked at each other, trying to stop him, Chu Lin dragged Chun Leshui and ran away.

They have practiced dancing all year round. Although their muscles are not as developed as the bodyguards, they are not small in terms of exercise. All of them have long legs and are as light as a swallow, and they rush to the stairs in an instant.

The two bodyguards hesitated slightly.

Chase or not?

The employer did not speak and did not pursue him.

Seeing that they didn't move, Qi Bei was angry: "What are you doing in a daze! Chase!"

"Qi Bei." Song Hanzhang spoke heavily, and there was a muffled sound when the bottom of the wine glass hit the marble tabletop, "I called you Young Master Qi, do you really treat yourself like an onion?"

"What do you mean?"

"A person who wants to stop me in front of me, doesn't he take me too seriously?"

"Didn't you just say—"

"Did I just tell you that?"

Song Hanzhang said coldly, looking at Qi Bei with extremely contemptuous eyes, as if looking at something that couldn't catch his eyes.

After getting up, he slowly buttoned up his suit, without even looking at Qi Bei, and led Manager Chen and the little duck who had been pouring him wine out of the box.

The little duck didn't even look at Qi Bei, but Manager Chen nodded with a smile.

The undulating masseter muscles in Qi Bei's chest bulged, and the veins on the side of his neck stretched out.

With a wave of his arms, he swept all the wine glasses in front of him to the ground, and with a bang, the wine poured out and shattered into pieces.

Qi Bei's face was gloomy: "Song Hanzhang, you play with me."