The game between the two men continues.

Ye Ningyu was very nervous. Her head was on the ground like reed flowers in the autumn wind, and her face was embarrassed and as red as rust.

But Ling Ziyue didn't intend to let her go, and the hand holding her waist exerted force quietly and secretly.

Ye Ningyu felt a domineering threat. Occasionally, when she met the cold eyes of the owner of her hands, Ye Ningyu felt a chill go down her spine: Was this a deliberate trap to test her?

Behind him, Zhou Ziqi just stood there coolly with a wine glass in his hand, a standard smile still hanging on his face, and no emotion could be read. He had already been wearing this smile mask skillfully.

Ye Ningyu knew that if she was completely exposed so quickly, then the end of a person who had no use value to the boss might be far worse than the "pigs" and "goods" waiting to be slaughtered and traded.

Even if he is not in Laozhai, he can make himself disappear completely.

In desperation, she gritted her teeth, took a gamble, and with determination, pushed Ling Ziyue away. The moment the two separated, she quickly freed up a hand and slapped Ling Ziyue hard.

This crisp sound was like a boulder thrown into a pool of stagnant water. With a splash, the entire banquet hall cracked.

How dare this woman hit Master Ling??

The whole place was in an uproar.

Ling Ziyue was slightly startled, and the red five-finger marks on his face were clearly visible.

Ye Ningyu was also a little confused. She stood there and her mind went blank. After this slap, somewhere in her heart began to hurt, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She clutched her chest, feeling a little agitated. Before she could completely calm down, a white figure flashed in a daze, and then her scalp went cold. The red liquid flowed all over her face without any warning. Ye Ningyu's vision was blurry, and it was still...

It can be seen dimly that this white figure is none other than Gu Pianpian, the young lady of the Gu family who calls herself Anna, whom she met in Lingzhai.

At this moment, she was furious, and her beautiful face was distorted by anger.

She was standing next to Ling Ziyue, looking domineering. The hand she had just used to pour red wine to humiliate Ye Ningyu was already in Ling Ziyue's arm.

This man who claimed to never let a woman get close to him unexpectedly acquiesced.

Ye Ningyu was a little embarrassed, and Ling Ziyue could see the desolation in his eyes.

"Who do you think you are? You dare to hit Brother Ziyue. Do you know what the occasion is?"

The close relationship between brothers is self-evident.

"Mr. Ling, I'm sorry."

Ye Ningyu's mouth was bitter. She was obviously performing a task, but she couldn't control the pain in her heart.

Bending down, she lowered her eyebrows and apologized smoothly. A few drops of red wine flowed down her temples and into her eyes. It hurt so much that she shed tears.

Ling Ziyue still didn't say a word.

The sound of Ye Ningyu's high heels hitting the ground soon disappeared in the banquet hall.

Although this episode was unpleasant, everyone present felt a sense of schadenfreude: Mr. Ling, who was aloof and aloof from the world, also had moments when he was embarrassed because of women. Sure enough, being affectionate can’t be compared to a person’s character, and a deep love can’t last more than three years and five years.

load.

They are all common people, so they can pretend to be whatever they want.

Seeing a perfect person fall off the altar is something they like to see.

It’s just that the parties involved who have experienced this turmoil no longer have any interest.

"Mr. Zhou, let me know in advance next time you come back so that I can arrange for someone to pick you up. Every time you do it privately with great fanfare without notifying me, it will make me feel excluded."

"It's just a small gathering. Besides, Mr. Ling doesn't like to join in the fun, right?"

"You are a roundworm in my belly, how do you know I don't like you?"

"That's okay. It happens to be this afternoon. I'm going to Qingya Garden to sit there. We're all our own people."

Seeing Zhou Ziqi's unclear smile, Ling Zi didn't have to think too much and knew what they were planning to do.

"Okay, let's go together."

Two glasses of champagne clinked together, each with their own agenda.

On the road, a lost woman was wearing an expensive dress, holding high heels in her hands, and walking barefoot.

Her hair was wet, and there were still some unwashed red wine stains on her face.

On the bustling street, she had long been the focus of people's distant discussions, and she had long since spotted a black business car following not far behind her.

She changed sides and observed calmly for a while,

The car followed so boldly that it didn't seem to care about her noticing it. Especially the decoration hanging above the windshield in front of the car, that black and gray thing hanging in mid-air, was so ghostly that the strings in Ye Ningyu's mind immediately became tense.

Tight.

What is this for? Did her mission fail and the boss wants to take action directly?

Just as she was thinking about it, she couldn't help but speed up her pace. She looked at a narrow alley in front of her, where several aunts were talking and laughing, drying clothes. She secretly estimated in her heart: taking down the clothes-drying rod on the top of the low floor should be able to delay the whole process.

A few seconds.

She silently recited in her mind: One, two, three! The people in the car had noticed her intention at this time, and they were still pretending. They got out of the car and straightened their sleeves as if nothing had happened, and looked around. In fact, they were still paying attention to her out of the corner of their eyes.

After confirming that no one was paying attention to his every move, he headed straight towards Ye Ningyu.

Ye Ningyu was as slippery as a loach. When she walked into the alley, she knocked over a clothes drying pole and a bicycle and pushed them along the road. The ground was in a mess, causing the old people in the house to come out and curse.

"Don't run!"

The leader, the old man with red armbands, and several aunts were waiting with their arms akimbo at the end of the alley. No matter how nimbly Ye Ningyu moved, she couldn't dodge and plunged headlong into the "drag and earth net".

"For what?"

The denim jacket was tightly held on to him and refused to let him go, so naturally Ye Ningyu couldn't leave.

"Uncle, someone wants to arrest me!"

Ye Ningyu looked shocked, and with the solidified red wine stain on his forehead, he thought it was blood.

"Catch you? Trafficker?"

"it's him!"

She stretched out her hand and pointed. The man behind the crowd who was watching from a distance realized that something was wrong, so he stepped back and ran away.

"Girl, let me take you to call the police."

"No sir, I'm fine."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Seeing that the crisis was over, she was relieved, supported the wall, limped, and continued forward, towards the exit of the alley.

Gray walls, small yards, well-kept small flower beds, small soup-making stoves in front of every house, two rows of briquettes stacked neatly at the door, uneven paths, long and mottled, paved with time

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After walking through one room after another, Ye Ningyu began to be in a trance again. Several hazy pictures suddenly flashed in her mind. A little boy holding a bamboo dragonfly was smiling sweetly at her. The yard behind him was exactly the same as here.

However, soon, the harder she tried to recall something, the more intense dizziness she felt. She shook her head and stood firm against the wall again. In order to try to calm the pain, she habitually took out her clothes.

Fortunately, there are cigarettes and lighters in the pockets of the tattered denim jacket.

Soon, she tremblingly lit a stick and leaned against the wall. She began to smoke with great decadence. After just one mouthful, she was ruthlessly taken away. She looked up curiously and saw a black figure.

This figure is thin, slender, and looks very delicate. He should be a frail man.

He was wearing a hooded sweatshirt, which was actually his favorite style.

"Give me back the cigarette."

Ye Ningyu was inexplicably very kind to this mysterious person with unknown intentions, and had no sense of caution. He just stepped forward aggressively and reached out to ask for his cigarette back.

"Such an expensive piece of clothing has been ruined by you. Have you thought about how to pay for it?"

He stretched out a hand with white veins visible and pulled down his hood with one hand, revealing a delicate and pale face. The joking in his tone was full of youthful mischief.

After he reminded her, Ye Ningyu lowered her head and paid attention to the torn skirt on her lower body.

"Just leave it to fate."
Chapter completed!