Traps Of Love

Cheng Wenlan's choked face turned white. She couldn't say a word in half a sound. Her lips were very tight and her anger stretched into a straight line.

She has seen a lot of rude people, and she has seen countless people full of swearing, but it's the first time for her to meet someone who is as arrogant as Leng Zetian, but swearing in an extremely arrogant and elegant manner!

"Less cold, don't talk too much. I'm here to help you save tassel. I can understand that you don't trust me now, but people, such animals, must pay the greatest price before they realize what is important to themselves. "

"That's because it's human nature to know later. There is a saying that when a man is dying, his words are good. This actually means that the degree of a person's nostalgia for the world is mostly when he is about to leave the world. "

"For example, if you don't lose your sense of taste, you won't feel that it's a precious enjoyment to be able to taste ordinary white rice. If you don't lose your eyes, you won't find how wonderful it is to be able to see all kinds of colors. If you don't lose your legs, you won't feel that you can walk and run. In fact, it's happier than sitting in a sports car You'll never realize how important that person is to him. "

Cheng Wenlan slowly way, "a person to lose a lot of a lot, will be enlightened."

"Leng Shao, I don't hope you will regret rejecting me one day. Especially, I sincerely come to help you."

Leng Zetian pondered for a moment, picked eyebrows and looked at her, "what you said is so reasonable. Ben Shao didn't want to believe it."

“……” Cheng Wanrong was stunned again, frowning and staring at him. Reasonable next sentence, should not be followed by trustworthy. This man, she has no way to guide or control his decision! What a setback!

Her hand can't help pinching and loosening, trying to control the mood fluctuations, a pair of wise eyes in the cold sharp cold light, want to see through his mind, Leng Zetian in the end is what type of person, why she can't feel more and more intense!

Leng Zetian stands up impatiently, and his back is projected on the ground, forming a powerful pressure.

In the deep and arrogant ink blue eyes, is the most rebellious and arrogant cold meaning, "Miss Cheng, the world of adults, never play with words and interests, want to win the gambling is the people's heart. It's a pity that you've got the wrong Zhuang and the wrong person. "

"Ben Shao never wastes time with people who owe their IQ. Get out of here and don't let me see you again."

Cheng Wenlan body shock, face iron blue, throat dry as if swallowing a mouthful of glass water, embarrassed to feel that she would like to leave the door.

After years of consulting experience, Leng Zetian's psychological endurance almost collapsed under the crushing of Leng Zetian's tough tongue.

"You'll regret it." Cheng Wenlan tried her best to stabilize her mood, but the anger at the bottom of her eyes still exposed her real state of mind at the moment.

"Bai Liusu and Mi Xiaoya are completely independent personalities, but their personalities will not disappear completely. If they are suppressed for a long time, they will cause terrible consequences."

"So." Leng Zetian continued to stare at her coldly, and there was no wave of coldness between his eyebrows.

Cheng Wenlan long deep breathing, already know his attitude, estimate the next sentence, or that sentence tube her bullshit.

She had to admit that Leng Zetian was a hundred times more difficult to deal with than she had imagined, and it was useless to say more. She stood up and elegantly put her business card on the table, "this is my business card. When did you figure it out and call me. Xiaoya's situation is not as simple as you understand. Split personality disorder is a kind of personality disorder. It's a disease that needs treatment. Otherwise, the hidden danger is beyond your imagination. "

Leng Zetian was silent, but he felt funny. He disdained to use this move many years ago. Thanks to her boasting so seriously, why would people be cheated by her.

Cold voice with magnetic, his face covered with cold solemn, without any deliberate coercion, that cold cold will be rolling, aggressive. "Stop! When did Ben allow you to leave

Cheng Wenlan frowned and turned around in disbelief. She looked provocative on her plain and elegant face. "Leng Shao, I thought you were a gentleman and would not embarrass women. Especially a woman who came to help you. "

Leng Zetian raised his head and said, "in front of me, there are only three kinds of people, my people, enemies and unimportant passers-by. Miss Cheng, since you dare to step in and negotiate with me, you should be ready to bear the consequences. "

"I'm Leng Zetian. I've always been stingy. Since you dare to attack my woman and want to leave safely, are you too mentally retarded as a psychological counselor?"

Cheng Wanrong stepped back and said calmly, "Leng Shao doesn't have to scare me. This is the wedding hall of Ye's family and Gu's family. If you have status and status, you won't be upset because I'm a nobody."

Leng Zetian got up slowly, causing a strong pressure and a fierce sense of killing. What a joke! Status, status? He has never been a prisoner. He has been galloping in the financial field for five or six years, relying on his iron hand and cold blood, not his face.It's ridiculous to play with people in front of him.

"Ten seconds to answer three questions."

"Who sent you, what's the purpose of forcing out the fringes, and what's the purpose of making a mystery and delaying time here?"

Cheng Wanrong breathed a little and stepped back. She had retreated to the corner of the wall. All her nerves were tense and her throat was pinched. This man is too dangerous!

Her heart was like a huge stone, too heavy for her to bear.

"Leng Shao, you are a smart man. Don't make me look too ugly."

At the end of the speech, without waiting for Leng Zetian to speak, Cheng Wanrong seems to have made up her mind to bite her teeth. Suddenly, she pulls open her pink skirt and exposes her long white legs to the air.

"Help --" the sharp cry for help rang out. Cheng Wanrong's face was still calm, but she used both hands and feet to tear her clothes to pieces, and did not forget to scratch her hair.

Jiao Chuan's voice, with a desperate cry for help, continued to shriek, "no! Who can help me

Leng Zetian eyebrows, disgusted over her intellectual delicate facial features, cold voice way, "in fact, you are not nothing, for example, you at least have self-knowledge, you look really ugly."