The actor twisted it indifferently, smiled slightly, and said gentle: "There is only me for her present and future."

Gentle knife, knife stabbing.

Han Zhe's chest pain, his fingers holding the cigarette kept trembling, trembling violently. He didn't know what was wrong, but he knew, he always knew.

No matter what happens, it is just the past.

The lighter was pressed into his hand, and it hurt his palm, and it almost squeezed out from his teeth, saying, "You'd better pray that she's half sincere to you."

Wen Haoqing has never lost in the past twenty years and has always won today.

so,

"I won't lose." The cold rain blurred people's gaze and also filled the dark color in the person's eyes, precipitating unknown emotions, just like the tide rising and falling, swallowing the depths, and the words were still pure and polite, but the knife was fatal: "You should do it yourself."

The eight words that are straightforward and straightforward are not contaminated with any emotion, and fall without any desire.

Wen Haoqing didn't hold the umbrella that fell to the ground when she left. Her back was cold and straight, and her shadow disappeared in the middle of the night.

The rain is still falling.

Ranbai didn't see Wen Haoqing when he arrived home. Her house was renovated, and Wen Haoqing accompanied her to move again. Usually, Wen Haoqing came back more than her every day, which is rare today.

She went to the study, turned on the computer and looked through the email address, and handled the rest of the work.

After an hour or so, I vaguely heard the sound of unlocking, probably because Wen Haoqing was back.

Ranbai took a sip of coffee, but didn't go out to look. He lazily leaned against the back of the chair, casually lit the mouse, stayed in the study for another hour, and processed all the emails before closing the computer.

When she passed by the living room, she accidentally glanced at the entrance. There was a pair of leather shoes on the shoe cabinet, which was stained with water. It was indeed Wen Haoqing who was back.

She felt a little weird inexplicably.

This weird feeling continued until she bumped into someone who had just come out of the bathroom in the living room.

The actor had just finished taking a shower. His bathrobe was a little loose and damp, which made him look even more and more cool and white. His eyebrows and eyes were hazy and warm, but the purple and broken lips on his side destroyed the beauty and felt a desire to abuse.

Ranbai's eyes stopped.

Wen Haoqing came back today and deliberately avoided her. She didn't think there was anything at first, but now she seems to have found the reason.

He probably didn't expect to bump into Ranbai like this, so he paused obviously, and then nodded to the girl.

"What's wrong with your face?" Ranbai frowned.

It looks like someone was beaten.

Can Wen Haoqing still fight with others?

Can Wen Haoqing be beaten by others?!

Who has the courage?

"I fell accidentally," he said, "Nothing happened."

He didn't want to talk much, "get off early."

"Senior, throw me again?" Ran Bai smiled, and simply leaned against the wall beside him, looked at Wen Haoqing casually, and pointed his chin at him, "I want to see who can fall like this."

Wen Haoqing slowly frowned, "Miss Song." He said calmly: "Good night."

It is obvious that the topic is rejected.

Ranbai's face was expressionless and restrained her smile. She was really annoyed when she saw the traces on her face. Who could touch anyone she couldn't even hit?

She walked up directly, grabbed the actor's cold and thin wrist, and pulled him into the room without saying a word.

Wen Haoqing stood there without moving, her eyebrows were still calm and calm. She lowered her eyes slightly and looked at the girl holding her hand. He was silent for a moment. The gentle and gentle rejected him firmly. He could tell his displeasure by prying Ranbai's hands a little bit, but when he spoke to Ranbai, he still had a good temper: "I'm tired, how can I be with you tomorrow?"

"Did I ask you to refuse?" Ranbai was a little impatient, didn't laugh, and the curve of the corners of his lips was a little cold, "I am your financial backer, you don't have the right to refuse, understand?"

It can be called cold and even domineering words.

Wen Haoqing paused slightly.

"There is no need to be tomorrow. If you don't want to, you can leave today." Ranbai's fingers were still half on Wen Haoqing's wrist. She said coldly, without any tactful meaning.

It took about two or three seconds to remain quiet.

Ranbai felt that his fingers were slowly being held by someone, and the temperature in the other person's palm was a bit shockingly cold.

"Sorry." He lowered his eyes, "I'm in a bad mood today."

After saying that, Wen Haoqing held her hand, "Aren't you going back to your room?"

Ranbai glanced at him a few times and nodded.

She took out the medicine box from the room and applied medicine to Wen Haoqing, and took a cotton swab and dipped it in alcohol to disinfect it.

The wound on his face seemed to be harsh and showed no mercy at all. With the cold and white complexion, it seemed even more shocking. It was dazzling in the bone that should have been exquisite, but unexpectedly there was a taboo and fragile desire to abuse, and I wanted to see him cry.

"Who did it?" Ranbai's actions could not be gentle, and he asked neither he was gentle nor hot, as if he was asking casually.

Wen Haoqing was silent and had not answered yet.

Ran Bai Danliang spoke, and while saying that, he applied medicine to Wen Haoqing, which increased the strength. He held the cotton swab and pressed it heavily on the purple purple at the corner of his lips: "Senior, it's best to think clearly before answering, I don't have time to listen to nonsense."

The side face was a little numb and painful. Wen Haoqing asked Ranbai to toss and after calming down, he said gently: "I'm afraid you mind."

Ranbai stopped moving and laughed: "I mind? What do I have to mind..."

"Han Zhe?" Ranbai remembered the person she saw tonight, and this name passed through his mind.

"Um."

Wen Haoqing's appearance was really calm, and Ranbai couldn't tell what he was thinking.

The original owner really left her a mess.

No need to ask anymore, Ranbai can guess what happened.

"That senior is standing and let him beat him?" The girl leaned over and looked at the actor condescendingly. The lights were shining in her pupils, deep and bright: "Will you fight back?"

"Will you feel sorry?" Wen Haoqing also asked seriously, looking at Ran Bai with a focused look. No one could refuse such a look.

"What do you think?" Ranbai did not answer this question positively, and said it was neither salty nor light, so he continued to give medicine to the movie emperor.

Wen Haoqing stretched out his hand, hugged the girl's waist, and pulled the person into his arms. His jawline just pressed against Ranbai's shoulders, and let her sit on his lap. The gentle voice said in Ranbai's ear, and the deliberately soft voice and excessively gentle tone seemed to be pleased, as if he begged: "Can Miss Song only feel sorry for me in the future?"

The low and elegant voice is as mellow as wine, and has a bit of clear charm, just like the affectionate love words when you are rubbing your ears. It is most likely to make you feel moved when you are alone like this.

Unfortunately, the object is dyed white.

"The medicine hasn't been put on yet," she said.

"But why do I think... this medicine is not very effective." Wen Haoqing smiled, "It's better to change the way."
Chapter completed!