There was a car accident on the North and South Viaduct.

All the cars were stuck there.

Huo Ting rolled down the window, took the cigarette case and asked Zhou Niannian,

"Mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

"Mr. Huo is casual"

Zhou Niannian has changed his name.

Huo Ting silently lit a cigarette.

Very suddenly,

"Nothing True"

Zhou Niannian turned his face to look at him, knowing that he was answering his previous question.

"I don't like Song Yan, and you just appeared"

She understood.

She was just a tool that Huo Ting used to get rid of Song Yan.

But still don't give up,

"But why me?"

"What do you say?"

Huo Ting's face was calm and almost cruel,

"A year ago, I could have bought you for 500,000 yuan...... Do you need me to say more?"

"No need to"

This is the real death of the heart.

Huo Ting clearly told her that he regarded her as a prostitute who could be exchanged for money, and an object that could be despised at will-that's why he used her.

The internal organs were boiling, which made her miserable.

But there were no tears.

It's funny, it turns out that people can't cry when they're the saddest.

"It's still half a million - count as my compensation"

Huo Ting lowered his head to sign the check, and tore it off for Zhou Niannian.

Zhou Niannian didn't answer.

"Maybe you want more?—— you can do it"

Huo Ting's face sank into the darkness, and the sharp outline cut through the night, and also shattered Zhou Niannian.

"It's time for me to go"

Zhou Niannian pretended to be casual,

"I've got to work tomorrow—"

"Tomorrow is Sunday"

Huo Ting reminded her.

"Okay, tomorrow is Sunday"

She muttered, incoherent,

"Sunday was good, so it was time for me to go"

Pull the door open and get straight out of the car.

A man walked along the elevated road, like a lonely ghost, wandering under the thick night.

Song Yan went to the Patrol Bureau to pick up Lin Yang the next day.

was told that because of Huo Ting's pressure, Lin Yang could not be released on bail for the time being.

"But yesterday I said yes!"

Song Yan did not relent.

"I'm sorry, Miss Song, we're also embarrassed"

The police officer showed a helpless expression,

"Maybe you can talk to Mr. Huo"

Song Yan gritted his teeth and made a phone call,

"Huo Ting, why are you holding Lin Yang, is that little slut dead or disabled?"

"Song Yan"

Huo Ting's tone was steady and waveless,

"You should come and talk to me in person"

"Why should I talk to you, fuck you!"

Song Yan hung up the phone directly.

Get in the car and sit for a while.

Slightly discouraged, thinking that Lin Yang was still waiting for her to take him home.

That stupid and stupid dog, would it be sad if he knew that he couldn't go?

Hold back your temper and call Huo Ting again,

"Where's the address—"

Huo Ting asked her to meet on the golf course.

Riding the battery car over, he saw Huo Ting swinging leisurely from a distance, and Song Yan was angry.

jumped out of the car when he got to the place, pulled the pole casually, and hit Huo Ting,

"You fucking bastard!"

Huo Ting easily snatched the rod from her hand and crossed his arms to examine her,

"You're always so grumpy, how can anyone like you"

"You have to take care of it!"

"Sit down and talk"

"Sit down and talk about a fart"

Song Yan pinched his waist,

"You let Lin Yang go first"

"Song Yan, you are not qualified to negotiate conditions with me"

Huo Ting's eyes were a little more violent,

"Talk to you while I'm still in the mood"

Song Yan was so angry that he went crazy, but he had to obey, and finally sat down on the leisure chair,

"How can you let Lin Yang go?"

"Don't worry"

Huo Ting rubbed the club elegantly with a silk handkerchief,

"Let me ask you first, how many times have you done something like this?"

Song Yan hates beating around the bush the most,

"You've got something to say—what do you mean you've done something like that a few times—"

Something suddenly occurred to her,

"Oh!! Huo Ting, don't you think that Qin Rong's death back then had something to do with me!"