Chapter Ninety-Three: The Pathetic Third Party

Outside is a bush on the side wall, which is overgrown with weeds because of its location, which is relatively marginal, neglected, and overgrown. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Because the windowsill was relatively high, Xia Han was in a hurry when he jumped down, and he fell on the lawn without standing firmly. The stinging pain in his feet made Xia Han frown two beautiful willow eyebrows, and a layer of sweat beads appeared on his head.

When I touched my hand, I felt the soles of my feet wet and cool......

Unable to care about it so much, he picked up the high heels that had fallen next to him, stumbled through the bushes and walked out. There were a lot of wedding decorations on the garden platform, and only a few staff members were setting up the venue, and there would probably be a wedding dinner soon.

Xia Han quietly ran through the inconspicuous door on the side, she was wearing a gown and her feet were bleeding. The people who can come to this level are all VIPs, and if anyone sees her embarrassed like this, they will definitely make a big noise. Then it wasn't far from Zuoqiu finding her.

The building of the hotel has a special shape, and through the garden platform just now, Xia Han has reached another building. Quietly found a staff ladder and sat on the first floor.

Xia Han found that he had lost his mobile phone on the way to escape just now. Gu couldn't be annoyed, she didn't know if Zuoqiu was looking for her now, so she took a closer look at the hall and saw that there was no figure of Zuoqiu, and quietly ran out.

The labor pain on his feet stung Xia Han's heart one after another, the sweat on his head had already wet the hair in front of his forehead, Xia Han stepped on his high heels with difficulty and wanted to take a taxi at the door and leave this sad place as soon as possible.

As soon as I arrived at the side of the road, I found that the entrance of the hotel was crowded with crowds. People around me were discussing taking pictures, saying that they had seen a helicopter upstairs in the hotel.

Xia Han desperately tried to find a faster way to squeeze out, but people around him were crazy and kept wondering if it was a big star, the president, who was coming?

The wind by the river blew and lifted Xia Han's coffee-colored hair, and the scattered hair stuck to his face with the wind, Xia Han limped forward, and the tears in his eyes were no longer the same.

It's so embarrassing, so unbearable.

His face was completely spent, and the blood on his feet had penetrated deep into the leather of his high heels. The wind blew with the moisture of the riverside, scraping on Xia Han's naked skin, cold and piercing, causing her to tremble again and again.

There are fast lanes all around, and there is no way to get a taxi at all, so Xia Han has to walk step by step.

It has long been a habit to often wear high heels on the red carpet and participate in parties all night long. But now she was stepping on a knife's edge. Xia Han simply held on to the street lamp, took off the shoes that Zuoqiu gave her on her feet, and threw them into the trash can on the side of the road.

Stepping barefoot on the cold concrete floor, Xia Han struggled to straighten his back. The cold wind was biting, but Xia Han didn't curl up at all. After cutting his hair and looking at the churning splash by the river, Xia Han leaned on the railing and sneered.

She mocked herself for being so embarrassed.

Looking at the brightly lit hotel building from afar, is Zuoqiu looking for her now? Or maybe just leave?

Why are you still thinking about him?

To him, she was just a plaything. A plaything that doesn't need a name, doesn't need companionship. A plaything that he forcibly pulls in to meet if he wants to see it, and ignores it for a few months if he doesn't want to see it.

Xia Han hated why he fell in love with him.

Xia Han hated himself even more for why he became that pathetic third party.