Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

"No."

Zhining said it firmly, but after Huo Jingyi went out, she looked at the door again.

No matter how she looked, the three men just disappeared.

I don't know if something will happen

I still have confidence in Mu Shaoyan. He won't attack his friends, will he?

With this thought, I felt a little relieved.

But

As time passed, she began to feel uneasy again.

He got up involuntarily, moved to the door of the private room with small steps, stood at the door, grabbed the door frame with both hands, put his head out and looked carefully.

No one can see them.

Zhining also leaned out and looked around suspiciously, "where's the man?"

"Miss, who are you looking for?" Asked the waiter.

"Did you see where my friend went?"

The waiter pointed her in the direction, "it's time to go to the sky garden. You should see it when you look there."

"Thank you."

She hurried towards the sky garden.

The sky garden was very big. Looking around, it was full of flowers and plants. She looked for a circle. Finally, in the corner, she saw three people on each side, smoking.

"Zhining, why are you here?" Mo Xian took the lead in looking over. As soon as he turned his head, Zhi Ning saw a clear bruise on his face.

Mu Shaoyan pressed out the cigarette butt and patted his hand on his body. It seemed that he was going to break up the smell of smoke, pursed his lips and came towards her.

"Why did you come out?" Standing in front of her, Mu Shaoyan lowered his head and his tall body covered her sight.

It seems to be intentional to prevent her from seeing the ink string.

Zhining raised his face, his eyes fell on his face and looked at it. There was no injury on his face, that is to say, he beat the ink string unilaterally?

There is no such reason!

"Did you hit someone?"

Her tone sounded like a question.

She's questioning him for another man.

Mu Shaoyan's thin lips tightly closed into a line, and her heart was so sour that she didn't ask him if he was hurt. As soon as she opened her mouth, she cared about the ink string.

Do you really have no feelings for him?

"Talk." He didn't say a word. Zhining was a little worried. He pushed his tall body in front of him, ready to see the ink string.

The wrist was gripped.

His hot palm pressed her wrist, and the temperature was frighteningly high.

"Let go."

"So concerned about him?"

"Shouldn't it? You hurt someone! "

"He hit me, too." Mu Shaoyan's tone is resentful. You can't think he hasn't been beaten because his face hasn't been beaten.

"Really, I didn't see it." She spoke coolly.

Mu Shaoyan grasped the strength of her wrist and tightened, "ink string is the national Sanda champion, do you know?"

"I don't know."

"It's not too late for you to know now. He didn't suffer."

"It's you who suffer?" Zhining still didn't believe it and looked at him up and down.

I don't seem to see any signs of injury.

Therefore, I seriously doubt the authenticity of his words.

Mu Shaoyan hummed with unknown meaning, a little sad and wronged.

I never thought that one day I would experience such emotion, just like an out of favor person, racking his brains to attract her attention and win her care.

I want her to feel sorry for herself, even for a second.

His chest seemed to be stuffed with green and astringent fruits, which made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Where did you hurt?" Zhining really didn't see where he was hurt.

These words were heard in his ears, but they became another meaning.