Under the snow-white light, Chi Huan looked coldly at the man standing not far from her.
She didn't understand why some men could behave in such disgusting ways.
She held the phone with her fingers. She was originally going to call Feng Xing, but a series of things happened suddenly that made her lose the chance. Her high heels made no sound when she stepped on the thick soft carpet.
The smile on her face was very beautiful, but her delicately made-up eyebrows were covered with a thin and dazzling layer of ridicule. Her voice was soft but extremely cold, "When a person reaches a certain level, he is really invincible. I've hooked up with you, right? Okay, call me on your mobile phone and see if I have your number saved in my phone, whether there are any call records, text message records, or WeChat records... and anything else I take the initiative to do Records of contacting you, and…”
She pulled her red lips and smiled softly, "Tell me, what kind of role did you give me that would allow me to go to bed with you... Oh, since I've already played it, I should have taken the role as well. Here it is, whose movie it is and what role it is, eh?”
Mr. Fang didn't expect Chi Huan to ask this suddenly. He was just making it up and bragging.
I was caught off guard by the question and couldn't react at all.
Not to mention there will be any records.
Chi Huan raised his eyebrows, "What, is it because your phone is out of battery and you can't make calls, or is it difficult to answer my question?"
Young Master Fang was pressed by her, cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead, and the rhythm of his breathing became chaotic. If he was close, he could still see the panic in his eyes. After a few seconds, he raised his eyes and sneered, "Records? What records are there now?" It cannot be deleted. Who knows if you were hooking up with several men at the same time, but you were afraid of being discovered, so you deleted all the records."
When Chi Huan heard this, he was about to sneer, but he heard the man raise his voice and said provocatively, "Don't you just want evidence? I will give you evidence. There is a birthmark as big as a fingernail on your left chest... You are so If you want to prove it, I will take off your clothes and let everyone see with their own eyes."
There was laughter all around.
Chi Huan curled up his fingers and clenched them tightly.
birthmark
Her whole body was fair and white, with no birthmarks at all.
This trash is determined that she doesn't dare to take off her clothes, so she talks nonsense here.
The woman who initially laughed at Ji Yu said maliciously, "Ms. Chi, you are all looking at things in the fog, and we don't know who to believe. Why don't you just feel aggrieved?" Take it off and show us."
"That's right, let's take a look."
"..."
Not many people are really sarcastic, but most of them are watching the show.
After similar voices sounded one after another, another man's voice rang out, "Chi Huan, it turns out you hooked up with Mr. Fang, tsk tsk, I also remember your birthmark, but I don't have as good a memory as Mr. Fang, so I don't remember it. Is it on the left or the right..."
This time, the hall burst into laughter again.
"Hey Miss Chi, you probably won't be able to survive if you don't take it off now... If you don't take it off and let us see, your reputation will really be lost."
"This... I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it even if I take it off."
"This world is indeed cruel. A beautiful woman is a beautiful woman. Even if she is the daughter of a corrupt official, the market is still so good."
“…”
No one can compete with the malice from the masses, not even Chi Huan.
Many people would rather believe what they believe than facts based on logical reasoning.
Even if these are all fabricated out of thin air, all they want to see is the proud daughter of the past making a fool of herself. Who really cares about what the truth is like.
Chi Huan knew this very well. Her beautifully manicured fingernails were dug with excessive force and her palms were filled with sticky blood. She was calm and calm, but she still couldn't stop the waves of dizziness.
Master Fang naturally saw her patient anger and smiled eagerly, "Chi Huan, are you going to take off your clothes or not? Everyone is waiting...ah"
A sharp dull pain in his forehead interrupted his elation.
With a "pop" sound, a mug fell from the sky, hit him directly on the forehead, and then smashed to pieces on the carpet.
Young Master Fang subconsciously touched his forehead, and his hand was immediately stained with blood. Others were almost stunned.
The entire scene was stunned by this sudden turn of events.
Everyone looked up, but only had time to catch the "attacker's" retracted hand.
The dark blue suit revealed a white inner shirt, and the silver watch on his wrist was looming.
There was an uproar.
Young Master Fang realized that he had been hit, and yelled like crazy, "Who, what kind of turtle... Where are the security guards? Are all the security guards in this hotel dead?"
Seeing that he was injured, several of Mr. Fang's friends naturally gathered around him.
How could the dandy be willing to accept his head being smashed in public, "Go...go find the bastard who smashed me..."
Before he finished speaking, the man's legs walking down the spiral staircase appeared.
The dark trousers are ironed straight and meticulously, and the black leather shoes are worn as he steps down the stairs.
A man with a tall and straight body and a handsome face gradually appeared in the eyes of everyone in the hall with an aura of indifference and coldness. His originally indifferent eyebrows under the short hair were covered with a layer of haze as thick as clouds, and he was so perfect that it was heart-stirring. The outline overflows with cold indifference.
Mo Shiqian rarely, if ever, appeared in front of everyone in such a high-profile manner.
Even at Bai Song's birthday party last time, although some interested people noticed him, they were not eye-catching.
So even Chi Huan didn't know that the man who had been by her side for more than three years and now slept next to her every night had a cold aura that could overwhelm the entire venue.
So much so that she felt a strange feeling, mixed with grievance, palpitations, and other indescribable emotions.
She pursed her lips slowly, didn't he have something to do
Bai Song looked at the men from far away. She knew better than anyone present that Mo Shiqian was angry.
In the five or six years she had known him, this was the first time she had seen him angry.
Everyone looked at him. From the moment he appeared, his eyes fell on Chi Huan. He seemed indifferent, but there was no leakage, and he ignored everyone else.
Mo Shiqian walked directly in front of Chi Huan, stopped, raised his hand to touch her hair, glanced down at her tightly clenched hand, and said in a low voice, "Let go, huh?"
Her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and her fingers naturally relaxed.
When he looked up again, a layer of mist finally filled his eyes.