His Vengeful Ex-Wife

A voice came out of the world, tearing all the embarrassment and tension. Tang Shi looked at the man's appearance, and felt that the whole world was quiet.

Behind him, there was a noisy electronic music, a group of people swaying with the rhythm, but only this man came directly from the next card seat with a glass of wine. His tall and slender shadow was like the figure that Tang poetry often woke up from nightmares in the middle of the night.

He took off his hat all the way, then lost his mask on his face. The next second, when he got close to their card seat, his face was directly exposed to everyone's eyes without any scruple!

In full view of the public, the whole audience is in an uproar!

This face It's It's Bo Ye!

It's the thin night in Haicheng where hands turn over for clouds and hands cover for rain!!

He He's not dead?! Which turtle grandson cheated him that Bo ye had died long ago?!

The expression on Ma Jian's face suddenly changed. His complacency from the beginning turned into ashes. He couldn't believe that there was such an incredible thing in the world. Bo Ye didn't die He didn't die, so who died that day?

Is this man a thin night?

The onlookers noticed the movement and stopped breathing when they turned to look at it.

There is a slender man standing there, playing with a glass of wine with slender and well-defined fingertips. The clear liquid inside is slowly undulating like the sea level, and his dark eyes are looked at by the light, like fragments of the starry sky falling into his eyes -

this is a dangerous and charming man like late at night.

He walked slowly to Tang Shi's side. Then he sat down in his own territory and said hello to Ma Jian, "Yo, Mr. Ma."

This voice dragged on for a long time, like with countless deep meaning, which made Ma Jian break out in a cold sweat.

Thin Thin night! It must be Bo Ye! Who but him can have such an enigmatic tone!

Although he never laughed much in the past, he was more dangerous and aggressive than before. He was afraid of the sudden appearance of thin night, even shaking his hand with a wine glass.

The cup was originally intended to embarrass Tang poetry, so that the full liquid was shaken out a few drops.

Bo Ye pulled thin lips and laughed sarcastically. If Bai Yue hadn't done his homework for him before, he couldn't remember which corner the horse master was. Even remembering his name was a waste of time. "I heard the horse master shouting here all the way. It seems that he always wanted Tang poetry to toast you?"

Ma Jian stammered and couldn't say anything else. Bo Ye was very happy when he saw him like this. "Don't mention it, Mr. Ma. We are all our own people. You can see that Tang poetry has drunk a lot. Why don't I offer you this cup?"

Who Who dares to make Bo Ye toast! That's not fatal! Who dares to let Bo ye pull down his face and bow his head is tantamount to seeking death!

Ma Jian looked at the man as if God had come. His mind was occupied by shocked thoughts, and he couldn't make any other sound.

Bo Ye is back Bo Ye is back?!

Tang Shi is also stunned to see Bo Ye suddenly appear beside her, just like the coincidence of fate, he has repeatedly pushed her into hell, but also saved her again.