Song Juan felt that her heart hurt a little numb, and she couldn't control her anger, she endured Lu Bo Chuan, and she was about to become a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, but that was what she owed him.

Even if he took their child away with his own hands, although she felt the same pain as her heart and liver were broken and dissected, she couldn't resent him at all.

But why did she put up with her Xia Qinghe?

What qualifications does she have to see off her child?

Song Juan took a breath and stared at Xia Qinghe, the pain of still peeling off her flesh and bones in retrospect made her clench her slender fingers, and she said, "What are you? Wanwan is also called by you? Xia Qinghe, pay attention to proportion! Even a woman like you who can't get on the stage is worthy of calling me by my name?"

Xia Qinghe's family background is also famous in Haicheng, but now that the Song family has gone bankrupt, Song Juan has been in prison again, not to mention, he has had an abortion, and was swept out of the house by the Lu family, how can he have the face to say such a thing?

To say this is to bring shame upon yourself.

But when she said this, her expression was cold and cold, as if she was still the flower on the top of the high ridge that had never been broken, still holy and clear.

made Xia Qinghe so angry that his chest hurt.

If it weren't for the fact that Lu Bo Chuan was there, she would have wanted to run over and slap her.

But she didn't do anything, just suppressed her anger and pursed her lips with an ugly face.

She didn't make a sound, but Lu Bochuan next to her, but the moment Song Xuan's words fell, his face sank as if he could drip water!

"What is she?" Lu Bochuan looked at Song Juan, his gloomy gaze swept over her bare skin inch by inch, and on her long straight legs that were about to lose control of her hips, she endured a few uncontrollable angers, and her thin lips like a cold knife were lightly lifted: "She is my Lu Bochuan's person, what about you Song Juan? What is your Song Juan? What illusion makes Miss Song think that she is a woman on the stage?"

Song Juan's whole person shook for a moment, feeling her heart tingling, and everyone's eyes looked at her, like a joke.

No matter how high her posture is, Lu Bochuan can tear off all her intact disguises and flesh and blood with just a few clever words.

She pursed her lips and looked at Lu Bochuan, when he was just smoking, the lighter was taken out and never put it in, and he kept playing with it in his hand.

The hand he holds the lighter is slender and fair, and the joints are not prominent, but they do not appear weak, which is a very powerful conflict beauty.

Song Xuan's gaze involuntarily fell on the lighter, and he was clutched by his heart with the hand holding the lighter.

Her fingers hanging at her side tightened slightly.

Her eyes slowly turned red, and she raised her eyes to look at Lu Bochuan again: "Bo Chuan, don't say that, I will be uncomfortable if you say this." ”

Lu Bochuan's eyes darkened: "Really?"

He paused and said, "But the dead don't even have the right to be uncomfortable." ”

Song Juan's face turned pale.

And Lu Bochuan put his arms around Xia Qinghe, walked on his slender and straight legs wrapped in suit pants, bypassed her and went out directly.

When he walked to the door, he paused, and his thin lips lifted lightly: "If you really want to vent, let's find a few clean women, there are many people in Haicheng, and it is better for everyone to be cautious than to be so dirty." ”

After speaking, he left the private room without looking back, leaving only Song Juan still standing in the center of the room, and his exposed skin was blown cold by the air conditioner.