Don't Mess With Your Ex-Wife

The lotus half leans over there, the color on the lips is more and more pale. He takes off the sunglasses, looks at the vegetable brocade and the man to embrace to walk into the hotel, the black blue eye son bit by bit tightens, actually is slowly drips out, cannot say the unknown sadness.

He kept that posture, until their figure disappeared in the hotel, he still sat motionless, black windbreaker wrapped his strong body, could not see those shocking wounds, he was like the cold and merciless lotus before.

Uncle Shan looked at him, and he was worried. But young master Lin didn't say he would go back. He didn't dare to make a judgment. He had to hold his breath and keep silent.

How could that girl be so indifferent to her young master? How many people want their young master to look down is even more difficult, but that person, actually seems to regard the young master as an ordinary person.

For a long time, uncle Shan suddenly heard a sound of bar tapping. He turned his head warily. Suddenly, he saw a thin blood line flowing down from Lian's slender wrist, and then gathered into blood beads at the tip of his finger. The sound came from here!

"Young master!" Uncle Shan exclaimed with fright, and Lian turned to God indifferently. He took a cold look at his wound, and the blood that touched his eyes. He thought of her gentle words that night. If he was hurt again, or had not been healed, would she take care of him?

"Uncle Shan." Lian suddenly spoke softly. His Chinese was not good. He was usually talking to Shanshu in French.

"Young master, you order."

"You go to Miss Wen and say

A childish shrewdness slipped through his beautiful eyes, which made uncle Shan scared. How could the young master's cold temper change so frightening?

"Young master, I will send you back to bandage the wound first, and then I will do it."

Lotus nodded slightly, and he looked back at the splendid hotel. He picked up the sunglasses and put them on again: "go, go back."

He had been waiting for her here for a long time. This was the place where they met for the first time. He was happy, but he was mixed with joy and sorrow.

Shortly after the car left, Su Jin came out of the hotel. Lu Zekai didn't embarrass her. Although she hesitated, she was also glad.

I took a car to school. When I got off to pay, I suddenly saw a ring like thing in her bag, which was faintly shining. She took the wallet and took out the strange thing. It was strange. She never bought such jewelry.

The black gem was polished into the shape of a ink lotus. It looked like a ring or a pendant on a necklace. Su Jin stretched out her finger to try it out curiously. It was as if it was tailor-made and could be put on her middle finger. She became more and more hesitant? Is it The young master Lian?

"Miss Wen." Su Jin is low head meditation, suddenly heard a calm voice, she looked up, but good uncle.

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