Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 7 You are still so mean for a man
But thinking of Xiang Jia...

Taking a deep breath, she lowered her head again, and then slowly knelt down.

thump.

Even Song Qiao was taken aback by this kneeling. He Hanchuan stood behind her with cold eyes.

"Mr. Jiang, I hope you forgive me..."

Before he could finish speaking, a glass of strong wine was poured over his face, "Xiang Wan, after two years, you are still so lowly for a man."

Xiang Wan was taken aback for a moment, and when he came back to his senses and was able to wipe off the wine on his face, Jiang Qifeng had already left.

Maybe he was disappointed in himself.

He Hanchuan was not moved at all by this scene, walked over and stopped in front of her: "Since the guest hasn't forgiven you yet, then kneel down."

After that, he lifted his legs and left.

"He Hanchuan..." Behind him, Xiang Wan called him, and asked softly, "Do you like Jiang Qingran that much?"

He liked her so much that he hated her even more than Jiang Qingran's own brother.

"What did you say?" He stamped his feet and looked down at her.

Xiang Wan raised her head, the makeup on her face was already worn out, the black and white ones were extraordinarily funny, but the expression on her face was desperate, "He Hanchuan, I really regret it, if I knew you liked it back then, She is the person, and I will never have any thoughts about you. It was the worst thing I did in my life to like you at the beginning. "

He heard it clearly this time, and his originally gloomy face became more and more ugly. For a moment, he laughed, but it was more terrifying than not smiling: "Really?"

"But what should I do? Xiang Wan, regret is the most unacceptable thing in the world."

The winter in City B this year is extremely cold.

Xiang Wan was wearing a short cheongsam to welcome guests and knelt at the door of the clubhouse. His face was snow-white, and the ends of his hair wet with wine even froze.

The cold and pain in her legs made her almost faint.

As it approached early morning, there were more and more guests in the clubhouse. Those people would always smile sarcastically when they passed by her, but she didn't care at all. She just lowered her head and looked at her hands that were red from the cold and kept herself from going. Feeling everything in the outside world is a habit she has cultivated in the past two years.

When she was in prison, she was always beaten. At the beginning, she would resist, but in the end, the resistance would only lead to more serious beatings. She no longer resisted, just let herself be in a daze, and let them have their way Hit her hard, and gradually those people will let her go when they get tired.

She only hoped that either He Hanchuan or Jiang Qifeng would let her go.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Miao secretly took out a coat, threw it to her, and said with a frown, "Put it on, it's been two hours, if you freeze for a while, you will die."

Xiang Wan was startled, reached out to pick up the jacket, then opened his lips that were bloodless from the cold, and said hoarsely, "Leave me alone, so as not to trouble you."

"Are you still worried about me?" Zhou Miao didn't know how Xiang Wan offended those people who couldn't afford to offend. Go get you a cup of hot water..."

Xiang Wan didn't want to cause trouble for her, so she raised her hand to stop her, but in a panic, a burst of dizziness struck her, and she fell down with a "boom".

Her forehead hit the marble heavily, and in a trance, Xiang Wan heard Zhou Miao call out to her in surprise, but when darkness struck, she completely lost consciousness.

At this moment in the clubhouse, He Hanchuan was sitting in the manager's office with a sullen face, while a beautiful woman made a pot of tea and poured him a cup.

The heat is dense, and the room is fragrant.

It is her instinct to observe words and expressions, and knowing that He Hanchuan is in a bad mood, she simply does not mention them at all, but reminds intentionally or unintentionally, "I heard that the lowest temperature tonight is minus twelve degrees, I am afraid that the flowers I bought a few days ago , can’t survive.”

"It's just flowers, just buy more."

"Where's cute?"

(End of this chapter)