Broken Love: Satan,Leave Me Alone

"Let's go." He Hanchuan ignored her low to dust attitude, easily picked up her hand, "you push the wheelchair."

Standing at the same place in the evening, did not move, just looked at him straight, "must it be like this?"

"I don't have much patience in the evening." He Hanchuan shakes the champagne in his hand and sips it. The rolling appearance of his throat knot is sexy and charming, attracting countless female guests to turn back.

But for the evening, such a charming man is just a devil. And she this mole ant in front of the devil, in addition to obedience, there is no other way.

She bowed her head, laughed at herself, and walked to the back of the wheelchair.

Jiang qingran and she are in he Hanchuan's heart, day by day, the difference between clouds and mud. How does she think he will listen to her?

"Let my brother come." Jiang qingran has jealousy and resentment in the bottom of his eyes, but his face is full of worry. "If you bring me a wheelchair again, I'm afraid others will think she is my servant."

"She doesn't care. What do you care about?" Jiang Qifeng said with a cold face and went straight away.

"I'll trouble you, later." Jiang qingran gently smile, "just follow my brother, my parents are in front of them."

"Aren't you tired of acting like this every day?" Pushing the wheelchair forward in the evening, sarcastic.

Jiang qingran's face was surprised, but there was still some innocence and confusion, "what acting? Why can't I understand what you're talking about

Late at night, she was disgusted enough, pursed her lips, didn't speak any more, just pushed the wheelchair quietly and followed Jiang Qifeng.

After a while, they arrived at Jiang's father and mother.

As soon as she stopped walking in the evening, she was pushed away by her ugly face.

Jiang's mother was very strong, and she had nothing to guard against. She staggered and banged on the table behind her.

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the table rubs against the ground, making a harsh sound, and delicious food and wine splashing all over the floor.

She fell to the ground in the evening. Her tail vertebrae was in pain. She bit her lips and her forehead was covered with sweat.

Seeing this, he Hanchuan frowned a little invisible and stepped forward, but soon he retreated back and looked on coldly.

"Qingran, how are you?" Jiang's mother examined Jiang qingran up and down, and she did not hide her worry on her face, "how can this murderer be with you? Did she hurt you? "

"Mom, don't say that. She used to be a good friend of mine." Jiang qingran twisted her delicate eyebrows and looked a little unhappy.

"What do you think of others as friends?" Jiang's mother choked for a time, "if it hadn't been rescued in time, you didn't know Not in this world. "

There was so much noise here that countless people looked over and pointed to the evening on the ground --

"isn't she in prison for attempted murder? How could it be here? "

"Miss Jiang is kind-hearted. She didn't sue her for intentional homicide for the sake of a friend's fight. She was released after two years of imprisonment."

"Miss Jiang is a kind-hearted girl. Others are going to kill her, and she still cares about her old love."

"How did the security guard let her in? Who guarantees the safety of our lives? "

Sitting on the ground in the evening, biting my lips, I never let go of my mouth even if my lips were bitten and the smell of blood in my mouth spread.

In a trance, these people's sarcasm or cold look, or disdain or disgust or fear, and two years ago, her face pale, body can not stop shaking.

She didn't do it. Why didn't everyone believe her?

He raised his head in the evening and begged to see he Hanchuan, but he stood there with his champagne and looked down at her with cold disgust in his eyes.

She opened her lips, but her voice was like a wad of cotton wadding, unable to speak a word.

She looked around in a daze. Jiang Qifeng, Jiang qingran, aunt Jiang, uncle Jiang, and those famous and powerful people She knew most of the people here, but they all looked at her in disgust, as if they were looking at disgusting maggots.

"Don't you stand up and wait for help?" He Hanchuan's cold eyes gouged out her, and her voice was cold.

"She should have fallen in pain. She can't stand on her own." Jiang qingran turned the wheelchair to Xiangwan, and held out a hand anxiously, "where is the injury? Do you want to go to the hospital? "

Facing each other, she could clearly see the pride hidden in the bottom of Jiang qingran's eyes in the evening. She ignored her outstretched hand and stood up slowly and hard with both hands on the ground.

Her uneven Liu Hai flew up because of the action just now, revealing her obvious crescent scar, and the wine spilled on her crotch, wet a large area.

Not far away, someone pointed at her, and laughed at her clothes, her scars, and her pants like incontinence.

And she used to love the man standing in front of her, and the party people, wantonly trampled on her dignity, "don't stand silly, clean up here, this is your strength."

"OK." In the evening, I lowered my head and heard my voice trembling.She didn't look at anyone again. She asked the banquet attendant for cleaning tools. In the eyes of the crowd, she quietly cleaned up the ground with her eyes drooping.

"In the evening," said Song Qiao, gently kicking the night squatting on the ground, "well, your former good sisters asked me to ask, do you work as a cleaner to clean the toilet? What if I can't flush down the toilet? Do you clean it by hand? "

She stood up in the evening and took a look at the ladies who called her best friend two years ago. Her eyes fell on Song Qiao like a pool of stagnant water.

Her eyes made Songqiao very uncomfortable, "what do you want to say?"

"Someone's going to pounce on your boyfriend." In the evening, when song Qiao was distracted to find Jiang Qifeng, he threw the dishcloth into the bucket and took the bucket out of the banquet hall.

She put the things back to their original place. When she wanted to return to the banquet, she met Jiang Qifeng at the door.

She just glanced at him lightly, then drew back her eyes, ready to cross him into the party.

But he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her to the stairwell.

"Let me go!" Struggle hard into the evening.

Jiang Qifeng stopped, turned to look at her, "don't want to lead others, don't move."

He pursed his lips in the evening, and went with him to the stairwell with an ugly face. He asked in a voice, "what can I do for you?"

"How's the leg injury?" Jiang Qifeng said, squatting down to pull her trouser legs.

Step back into the evening, avoiding his touch, "it's none of your business."

"After kneeling for such a long time that day, if you don't accept my ointment, you won't be afraid of losing your leg?" Jiang Qifeng looks up at her, and his face is full of anger.

Late at night, he was too lazy to pester him and repeated, "it has nothing to do with you."

In this life, she does not want to have any disputes with the people of the Jiang family. She can't afford to provoke them.

With that, she lifted her leg and was about to go out. Jiang Qifeng clasped her shoulder from behind.

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