Su Kui glanced at Chen Nianlan indifferently, and at the moment Chen Nianlan rushed over, she leaned away sideways flexibly.
Chen Nianlan came fiercely and cast too fiercely. At the end, Su Kui stepped away. She lost support and rushed forward in embarrassment.
Except for the sofa, there was a long crystal long table, and when I ran into it, I couldn't get up in pain.
The dull sound caused Su Kui's mouth to twitch, and it sounded very painful.
"Well, it hurts—" Chen Nianlan wailed on the floor holding her stomach, her face muffled with tears and nose. What's more, where can the quality of cosmetics in the Republic of China be better
That is not waterproof! So, under the impact of tears, all the thick foundation eyeliner was washed off, and she was just a petite and charming girl, and instantly turned into a drunken, crying ugly monster.
"Stupid|Forced!" Su Kui left a cold sentence again, picked up his coat and bag from the sofa, and walked away.
When approaching the door, I only heard Chen Nianlan gritted his teeth and said weakly: "Su, Su Mao'er, I and we have broken up! From now on, I, I, Chen Nianlan, do not have your friend!" This was her last cruel remark.
Hearing that, Su Kui smiled, turned her head blankly, her eyes were clear, "Okay, I can't ask for it, it just happens that I don't like to be friends with stupid|forcing! Because—" She nodded her head, suddenly sulking. There was a wicked smile, and he said badly: "Stupid|Forcing it to be contagious!"
Then, he walked away in a chic.
Left a crowd of dumbfounded men and women.
Is this still the only Sumao? Just drank a few glasses of wine, the change is too big, right? It's like a different person than usual!
But it is undeniable that such Su Mao'er is refreshing, as if the soul hidden in the body was completely awakened. It seems that the current Su Maoer is the real woman. The former Su Maoer has quietly disappeared with the fall of these two slaps.
Chic and hot, funny to talk, Su Mao'er now is much more likable than the previous one.
At least, a large part of the men and women present were invisible to Su Kui.
Naturally, this is all for later.
Out of the box, the air outside is really relieved compared to the smoky atmosphere in the box.
The brain is still not very comfortable, Su Kui yawned and flung his coat over his shoulder casually, stepping on the black leather shoes and black low-sugar, and walked downstairs.
The corridor on the second floor of Paramount is extremely long, and the decoration needless to say. The floor is covered with a black carpet that can't be forgotten, and the wall is covered with gold dusted wallpaper, with complicated patterns on it. Although luxurious, it does not appear tacky at all.
Every few steps on the overhead ceiling are inlaid with dazzling lamp posts. From the perspective of Su Kui, a postmodern person, he does not feel that the decoration of Paramount is rustic and outdated.
A glance at the past will even make her give birth to a kind that is still in the 21st century a hundred years later.
She wears a woolen coat on her shoulders, a well-behaved suspender skirt, and small leather shoes. However, Su Kui's walking posture and violent attitude gave it a different temperament.
Carrying the clothes in one hand, the fingers of the other hand are casually hung on the strap, and his steps are like shooting stars.
As he was about to go downstairs, at the end of the corridor came a man dressed very out of place with the current background.