The force was a little strong, his skin was white, leaving red marks.

Ranbai glanced at the ball, then looked at Wen Haoqing again.

This goal was a bit fierce.

"Senior, don't fight?" She put down the pool club, with a serious expression, as if she had never known Wen Haoqing.

"I don't think Miss Song's mind is here." The actor said indifferently, and then ignored her.

Ranbai didn't say anything either.

Han Zhe took Ran Bai to play, but Ran Bai was really not interested in these games. She sat on the sofa, and the young master happened to be next to her.

Compared to Su Zili for a long time, he still couldn't help it. He looked up and asked, "What is your relationship with Mr. Wen?"

He remembers that Song Bai was still Han Zhe's before.

Ranbai was bored and calm when he heard this. He replied casually, "It doesn't matter."

“…”

Damn, he believes in a ghost.

The young master looked unwilling and wanted to ask something.

"Song Xiaobai." Han Zhe bit a cigarette and asked casually: "Do you play cards?"

Ranbai was a little bored and had no intention of answering Su Zili's question: "It's OK."

Then she started her winning streak tonight.

Ten games and ten wins.

Very merciless.

Han Zhe didn't play, and looked at the white card next to him. He was so good that he stood up with his chin and smiled with a tone: "It seems that you have a lot of personality."

It’s impossible to get over the simplicity, right?

"Go to see a psychologist another day." Another game of king bomb, Ranbai said coldly: "Treat your problem of doubting others' dual personality."

"Okay." Han Zhe was serious: "It's just right to make a companion, you can go and have a look."

"roll."

Several people at the poker table listened silently to the conversation, and became more and more admired Ranbai, and almost gave him a thumbs up.

This is the first time they have seen someone talking to Han Zhe like this.

But what does dialogue mean?

Insanity???

The girl in a white skirt can't play cards, so she sticks to the young master. Looking at the figure who is easily surrounded by it, she feels very uncomfortable.

Why can't she look back when she is so poor that she can't get back with her eyes, but Song Bai can talk and laugh in it and look calm.

She gritted her teeth, feeling unwilling to accept it, and thought of something. She slowly touched her phone with one hand, carefully unlocked it, and made a slight move, pointing the camera in the direction of the dyed white without leaving any trace, and pressed the shooting button.

Her palms were sweating and she took a few photos in succession. Her heart beat like a drum when she put down her phone.

Seeing that no one around noticed her, the girl breathed a sigh of relief and clenched her cell phone.

"Damn, it's amazing." One of the young masters grabbed his hair, incredible, "Song Bai, what's your luck?"

"You can't get the luck." Ran Bai replied lazily. In fact, this thing has nothing to do with luck, and can also get the results through observation and calculation. She didn't say it.

The night is deep and the city is hustle and bustle.

The private room gradually started to play and was in full swing.

One of the girls asked delicately where to go.

A young master next to him replied maliciously.

“Go to the hotel.”

The tone is very erratic.

When the show ended, Ranbai walked out directly, and Han Zhe did not follow them. Someone greeted him, "Han Zhe? Where are you going so early!"

"Send someone home." Han Zhe smiled at him, and after careful look, it was a little different from the past, and he answered a slutty voice.

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

When did Han Zhe become so pure?

Don’t take people to the hotel and still play the trick of sending people home?

It seems that the girl has no idea about him.

It's really a strange thing.

But at this time, what no one expected was-

The style of painting changes,

What no one expected was.

Ranbai's wrist was suddenly locked.

The slender shadow fell, the breath was so cool that it could not be added again, and even the temperature on the wrist was cold.

Ranbai paused for a moment and looked over with his side.

The man was full of ascetic aura, always gentle and calm. The gentle and affectionate peach blossom eyes gathered together the faint light that others could not understand, and smiled at her: "Why is Miss Song like she doesn't know me?"

"!" Ran Bai never expected that Wen Haoqing was so blatant and had no cover at all.

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

Ranbai tried to squeeze his wrist hard, but did not break away, but instead was tighter by the man.

"Are I familiar with seniors?" Ranbai simply stopped moving and maintained an awkward and polite smile.

Wen Haoqing looked at her with his eyes down, and the dim light and shadow reflected in his eyes, and the illusion of indifference of being heartless and righteous at the ends of his eyes were outlined. His voice was low and he had unclear meaning: "In Miss Song's opinion, how can I be familiar with it?"

Ranbai had a bad premonition. She felt that if Wen Haoqing really let him continue to say it, she would not dare to say that there would be a good result.

"Cough!" As a scumbag who really doesn't want to have anything to do with Wen Haoqing on the surface, Dianbai's face did not change his expression: "Senior, I have something to do."

goodbye!

Wen Haoqing narrowed her eyes half-squinted, clenched her wrist calmly, and the volume fell down, "Where is Miss Song going?"

"Hmm?" He stared at her, saying "The Financial Master."

His voice was born with affection, like a foreign ballad, a cello in a church, and a warm and forbidden rhyme.

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

Ranbai is not much better either.

She had already felt everyone staring at her deathly gaze.

You said this kind of thing in private, what are you doing in the open?

Now, denying it is useless.

After Ranbai was silent for a while, he said coldly: "Go out to talk."

Han Zhe looked unclear and wanted to catch up, but Ranbai shook his head at him.

The girl's heart was filled with storms, and she never thought she could still get into such a thing.

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

What's going on!

She gritted her teeth, and was so jealous in her heart that she had dark eyes. She took out her mobile phone and used her bag to cover it up, and took a photo of Ranbai and Wen Haoqing's back as they left.

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

Obviously,

Wen Haoqing's words made them unable to think.

Standing outside and talking was too silly. Wen Haoqing didn't speak along the way, his expression was hidden in the shadow of the night, and he held the wrist and brought Ran Bai to his car.

There were two of them in the car, the atmosphere was condensed and there was no temperature.

Ranbai didn't care much. She leaned against the co-pilot lazily and looked at Wen Haoqing, curled her lips and smiled evilly, and her tone was a little frivolous: "Senior, have you considered it clearly?"
Chapter completed!