The two words fell down, with a sense of coldness. Liu Qiao frowned and stared at Ranbai with disdain.

But I never expected that the girl would move directly the next second!

The wind almost brought out the hem of the clothes, and he slammed the glass beside her with expressionless expression!

With a scream, Liu Qiao fell over her shoulders, pressed her to the ground with one knee, and looked down at her from a high point.

A series of movements were like flowing water, without any pause at all, with a little ruthlessness.

The light fell into her pupils, without any warmth, and was so cold that it was biting, with an evil curve bent at the corners of her lips.

She is laughing.

"Do you slip back?"

The girl bent her knees and pressed her against her and asked gently.

Liu Qiao's original delicate face was almost distorted, and her chin, which was originally pointed and stiff, almost deformed at this moment.

I’m afraid Liu Qiao never dreamed that Ranbai would dare to take action!

He dares to take action in front of Han Zhe!

The problem is that Ran Bai was crying and apologizing for the last second, but the next second he actually threw her over the shoulder?!

Chen Jiao is still confused until now, and she has no idea why this happened.

What does this mean?

It was rare that Han Zhe was also stunned for a moment, looking at the girl's neat skills, even with a cold and cruelty.

He narrowed his eyes, his eyes darker.

I was with Song Bai for so long, but I just liked that face, so I had more tolerance.

Just having fun, Han Zhe didn't care much about Song Bai and others' unclear, because he was the same.

But.

He never knew that no matter who he was weak and innocent, he had such skills.

I don’t know if I should say that this person is really capable of pretending or that he is too deep.

"Song Bai!" Liu Qiao's hideous face could not tell at all about the beauty, and even her voice had broken the sound, "Let go!"

A sneer was responding to her.

"No one has taught you, right?" Ranbai patted her face with one hand, and the movements showed a bit of casual chill. She licked the corner of her lips, her voice pressing down low and cold: "I allow you to throw my stuff?"

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 passerby spectator.

Liu Qiao could only cry and explain clearly.

Ranbai then stood up.

A burst of chequets suddenly rang out.

Han Zhe smiled at the corner of his lips, very casual, and didn't care about Liu Qiao at all, "Ms. Song is really good at it."

"Excessive award."

The white face did not change his complexion and his heart was not beating. He calmly took the praise, but he didn't even look at Han Zhe, and he didn't want to take anything. He turned around and left.

"If Miss Song wants to." Han Zhe looked at the girl's back, thinking, and his voice was magnetic: "It's an honor to continue living."

"No."

Ranbaitou didn't even come back, and walked out of the villa and threw it to Han Zhe three words.

The man was not annoyed at all, and the curve of the lips became deeper and he smiled in a specious way.

Liu Qiao cried and grabbed a corner of the man Han Zhe's clothes and said pitifully: "Young Master Han..."

She thought she would receive gentle comfort from a man.

But who knew that the elegant and casual man in front of him leaned over slowly, pinched her chin and spit out two words, with a cold tone: "Waste."

Liu Qiao's face turned pale in an instant.

But the next second I saw the person in front of me laughing again, my fingertips gently rubbing her chin, and I spoke lazyly, with a charming tone, but it made me shudder: "Why are you crying? It really makes me feel distressed."

It's sunny and unstable.

Moody.

Liu Qiao's face turned paler, she was afraid and scared for a moment, and she stammered her lips, not knowing what to say.

Han Zhe instantly lost interest.

The eyes were as deep as ink.

…

It snowed outside at some point, and the snowflakes were dancing, and the road was covered with a thin layer of ice.

Ranbai buttoned himself up with a hoodie hat, half-covered his eyebrows and eyes, took a taxi and found a hotel, and asked for the most expensive suite.

Fengluo has always been as quiet as a chicken.

It didn't bubble until now.

It's quite hard to describe.

"Host."

Ranbai is taking the elevator: "Hmm?" Ranbai is taking the elevator.

"...Your character has collapsed."

"Oh." The elevator door opened, Ranbai walked out, not interested in what Feng Luo said, and was very cold.

"Where is the white lotus we agreed on?" Host, have you abandoned it to the banks of the Seine?

"I didn't say it." Ranbai walked deep into the corridor.

Feng Luo had nothing to say.

When Ranbai cried and apologized just now, he wanted to tear the turntable and even mentioned his personality to her?

Oh.

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

Ranbai found the corresponding house number, took a look, and took the room card to swipe.

The door of the room opposite was pushed open, and the fingers half on the door were slender and cold, with clear blue veins, and the bone ring was cold, which was a bit unreasonable and seductive.

The cuffs are well-fitting.

The slender and tall shadow is half-covered, and it feels very oppressive.

Ranbai felt the familiar aura, paused his movements, glanced sideways, and his eyes stopped on those hands. When he raised his eyes, he just met the man's eyes.

When I saw the sight, the man had no waves in his peach blossom eyes, deep and peaceful.

Wen Haoqing probably didn't expect to meet Ran Bai in this place. His eyes were gentle and deep. After a second, Jingjing and Ran Bai met Ran Bai, he looked away indifferently and walked out, as if he saw a stranger's attitude.

Ranbai thought,

What else can be more coincidental than this?

This physique bug is really useful.

It was completely ignored, Ranbai didn't say hello or anything, and went straight into the room and closed the door.

The standard configuration of the Presidential Suite seems to be not bragging about by the hotel, it is really luxurious.

It's just burning money.

Then Ranbai ordered takeout in the presidential suite.

Half an hour later,

A knock on the door suddenly rang.

It was just knocking on the door opposite her, and ran Bai's face was expressionless, looking at his phone on the sofa.

The delivery guy stood outside and knocked on the door.

A few seconds later,

The door was suddenly opened.

The man stood there, dressed neatly, unable to find any inappropriateness, calm and elegant.

Wearing a black mask and half-covering his face, it is certainly not bad for people to imagine his bones from his noble and elegant temperament.

Caught off guard against such a scene, the delivery guy was stunned and felt a little familiar. When facing a man, he felt inexplicably pressure. He felt something was not good enough. He couldn't help but wonder if there was any problem with his image. He handed the takeaway over and said nervously: "First, sir... this is your takeaway."

Wen Haoqing lowered his eyes and glanced, his voice as deep and affectionate as a foreign song, adding a bit of distance: "Sorry, I didn't order."

The delivery guy was stunned for a moment, subconsciously took a look at the house number again, and then his face broke.

Before I could apologize, the door opposite was opened directly.
Chapter completed!