rich husband's young wife

Looking at the clock on the wall and the movement of the minute and second hands, Bai Jia found that he couldn't stay any longer. i^

She had thought about being sloppy and using Teng Ye as a shield for herself, but Teng Ye's last sentence, don't feel too good about yourself, hit her dignity unceremoniously like a slap in the face.

If Tang Bo couldn't afford to offend him, could Teng Ye offend him?With such disdain and contempt, what can she do?If she could hold back her face before, but now, she can't hold on any longer, even if she is a humble dust moth, she still has the courage to fly to the light.

After getting dressed, she checked the things on her body and left the room silently.

In the intensive care unit, the corridor was unbelievably quiet. Even if there were two or three nurses passing by, they would bow and bow early, as if she was born in the royal family.

No one asked who she was, and no one asked her where she was going. When she entered the elevator and left the building, she saw that people had to swipe their card to take the elevator, and she understood immediately.

The intensive care unit is just like the private rooms on the upper floors of the hotel. You can only enter the elevator by swiping your card, otherwise you will not be able to step into their area at all.

Just like myself, meeting them is just a chance, but it doesn't mean that she can enjoy everything in the upper class. Now if she turns around and walks back to the elevator, others will treat her with indifference, regardless of whether she was a man a minute ago or not. People coming out of the elevator.

……

Sitting on the bus, looking at people walking in twos and threes under the street lights, she likes the tranquility of life, but now she is going to the battlefield, the battlefield of her life.

The call came to mind, it was from Han Ming. She looked at the name for a long time before answering the disgusted eyes of the people around her: "Hello?"

"You, have you come out?" Han Ming's voice was hoarse, probably from vomiting and hurt his throat.

"Already in the car, there are still about four stops. %&*";"

"I'll wait for you at the gate of Mengdu." Han Ming's voice was apologetic.

"Do you need to go?" Bai Jia asked, what Tang Bo wanted was her apology.

"I'd better stay with you, lest...you suffer a disadvantage." Han Ming's voice became even hoarse, but Bai Jia's heart sank when he heard it, and she didn't say anything. She hung up the phone. How much can she be saved?If Tang Bo is not served to his satisfaction, he may not be able to escape the threat in the future. If he can play like this today, will he let himself go in the future?

She is not the kind of little girl who is so innocent that she can't even guess these things. The cruelty of life has long made her understand the coldness of reality. Let her understand even more that they can stand up for you on a whim, but it doesn't mean you will be in their eyes.

……

When I got out of the car, I saw Han Ming. He didn't have the high spirits of the past, nor did he have the despair of the day. Instead, he had a worried face and a hesitant expression.

Bai Jia didn't say anything, and walked towards the door of the nightclub silently.

The waiter at the door smiled and said, "Do you have any invitations?"

"My name is Bai Jia. Young Master Tang asked me to come." Bai Jia imitated what Aunt Zhou said before, and Han Ming reported his name behind him. A few seconds later, the waiter smiled: "Miss Bai, please, Mr. Han, I'm sorry, but I couldn't find your appointment here."

Seeing this, Han Ming wanted to speak, but Bai Jia had already stepped in.

Accompany?Lest you suffer?But the weak are the weak, not even qualified to enter the door.

Walking through the connecting corridor, as soon as the heavy curtain was pushed aside to enter, the sound of the subwoofer exploded in the ears, and Bai Jia's heart jumped violently. She stood far away and covered her ears for five seconds before she got used to it. The noise here.

The neon lights flashed with colors, and the twisting body announced the presumptuousness of youth. Standing there, she glanced at those close-fitting bodies, those charming and delicate bodies, and felt that she was out of place, but at this moment, the music suddenly stopped. Stopped, and then she saw the crowd parting, the woman with the little leather whip last time, wearing extremely hot suspenders, twisted her body and walked towards her.

"Meet you again, beauty." Her words were teased with ease, but there was a flash of sympathy in her eyes with dark circles.

Bai Jia struggled to put on a smile: "Yes, may I ask Mr. Tang..."

"I told you last time, what will you do next time you see me?" Suddenly, Tang Bo's voice was magnified by the microphone and reached his ears. The light and shadows were mottled and crowded, and only a large figure could be seen in the innermost part. Sitting there open and closed, it was obviously Tang Bo, the boss here.

Bai Jia blinked, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly: "Young Master Tang, I was wrong, and I apologize to you!"

"Nonono!" Tang Bo's voice was joking: "Miss Bai, I, Tang Bo, never say anything different. Please don't make me repeat my words twice."

Bai Jia bit her lip. She could pretend to be stupid once, but she couldn't pretend to be stupid twice. In the end, she could only kneel down: "Young Master Tang, I..."

"Come talk to me, I don't like to hear people shout at me."

Bai Jia clenched her fists and could only kneel forward.

Humiliation, yes, but what could she do?As a weak person, she wants to resist, which is undoubtedly a fool's behavior. The only thing she can do is to appease him and satisfy him. Only in this way, the money will be allocated to Han Ming, and the contract will be truly fulfilled. Everyone Meng will not die because of her.

Kneeling, approaching step by step, under the gaze of the crowd, in a terrible silence, she approached, bit by bit, when she finally held back her tears and reached his face, she saw Tang Bo's hideous With a smile: "tsk tsk, I thought you would ask Teng Shao to come forward for you? What? He won't come?"

Bai Jia pursed her lips: "I have nothing to do with him."

Since she couldn't rely on this pretense, she simply didn't want it.

Tang Bo blinked: "Looking at how you've messed up like this, I also want to believe that you're okay, but did Teng Shao spend 100 million just to buy you for a night? Are you worth the price?" He stretched out his hand towards Bai Jia. face touch.

Bai Jia instinctively wanted to dodge, but then realized that it was impossible, so she froze there.

Tang Bo's fingers touched Bai Jia's face, but then he suddenly lifted her face and gave her a heavy slap. In the next second, Tang Bo's voice came from his eardrums: "Hang her up for me, pick her up!" Just beat it, one hundred times! If you can bear it, I will accept it as your apology and pay Han Ming, but if you can’t bear it, hmph, then let’s continue!"

The surrounding people swarmed up, Bai Jia could only grit his teeth and hold back the screams of fear in his mouth.

There was the sound of crumbling clothes, and her tears had already flowed down. When the ropes were wrapped around her wrists and she was hung up, the clothes on her body were also ripped off by them. However, at this moment, in the white At the moment when Jia felt that life was worse than death, the mottled lights suddenly went out.

Immediately after a second of silence, there were slightly flustered voices, and then some shouted that the switch had tripped, and some shouted what to do. Jia instinctively gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, waiting for the humiliation that was about to be tormented, but he didn't want a sharp voice to sound: "Ah..."

It was the sound of panic from a woman, followed by the sound of fear resounding throughout the nightclub...

"Killed!"

"Master Tang is dead!"

Hearing this, Bai Jia opened her eyes, and what she saw was everyone running away in panic, and at the place where they were fleeing quickly, the pale emergency light unceremoniously reflected his unchanged posture—he was still sitting with his arms wide open. There, at the neck, blood was gushing out like a small fountain, but his face was still blank. Obviously, he didn't know that his life would end at this moment.