She is worse than dead.

"Security!" Song Zhi yelled at the walkie-talkie with some anger. Within half a minute, several able-bodied men appeared at the door of the private room.

Song Zhi said angrily: "Is it for my Song family to invite you to come as decorations?" Young Master Ben said that this woman is not allowed to come in, what are you doing? Now, immediately, get her out of here. From then on, Young Master Ben didn't want to see her. Damn, I'm not in the mood to play. ”

Han Muyou listened to Song Zhi's words and tone of disgust for her, so real and like acting, she tried to find the possibility of him cheating from Song Zhi's every move, but she saw nothing but disgust.

How disgusting, disgusting, and disgusting it is like throwing away a broken rag without mercy.

"Hahaha....." Han Muyou laughed uncontrollably, for several days, the pain and despair she had suppressed were actually explained with laughter. It turns out that crying and laughing when you are desperate are not controlled at all.

Tears blurred her vision, and the smile looked a little horrifying in the room. She silently turned around and staggered out of the private room.

The noise and ridicule around her were all left behind her. Her mind was automatically isolated from the erosion of these external voices, and she only thought that Song Zhi disgusted her and disgusted her voice just now.

It turned out that for so many years, her efforts were not worth it. Her sincerity, her wholeheartedness, and her blood were trampled on the ground by him as disgusting.

Song Zhi, you know, I like that you are the only pillar that has supported me until now. Without this obsession, what would Han Muyou, who was homeless and had nothing, do.

Three months ago, Song Zhi's father betrayed Han Muyou's father, and Han's father was betrayed by his brother because he was humiliated, and he couldn't think about it for a while, so he committed suicide in fear of sin. Since then, Han Muyou, who has not touched the spring water with her ten fingers, has become a poor worm who is homeless and has nothing.

The saddest thing is that Song Zhi, who was originally in love and talked well, suddenly revealed his true nature. Not only did he become distracted, but he also mingled with people all day long. In his words, he was finally free.

It turned out that he used to be good with Han Mu because his father wanted to marry the Han family, so he repeatedly told him not to go out of line. And Han Muyou has liked Song Zhi since high school, and has never doubted Song Zhi's character, let alone believed that he was so different and messed with flowers. So in the past three months, she has staged the picture just now again and again, she stubbornly does not believe that Song Zhi is such a person, and stubbornly believes that Song Zhi is pretending.

She once told Song Zhi that she didn't mind if his father killed her, and that as long as they persevered, no one would object.

However, it was she who was too simple, it was she who was too ignorant, and it was she herself who put a layer of beautiful color on her first love, but in the end, the neon faded, leaving only darkness, explicit ridicule and contempt.

She is the high-ranking eldest lady of the Han family, and in the past three months, she has turned herself into a stalker, disliked, scolded, and even molested.

However, in exchange for Song Zhi's sorry, even if he is sorry, even if he says "let's break up" openly. No, not a word.

The long corridor outside the private room is like an endless abyss with temptation, attracting Han Muyou to fall into it, falling into the hopeless abyss, where he annihilates his dignity and persistence. She walked over to the bar bar and asked for a bottle of the strongest vodka. In fact, the money on her body can only buy a bottle of vodka, and when she runs out, she has no living expenses for this month.

However, at this time, she has given up the struggle and has lost the courage to continue, since Song Zhi doesn't want her anymore, she will fall if she falls, who cares.

Han Muyou drank like crazy, and he didn't care about his body at all. The bar is so crowded that you never know if it's a person or a ghost sitting next to you. The man on the side was very good-looking, just staring at Han Muyou's beautiful face, his eyes glowing with a faint green light, his intentions were self-evident.

And the bartender at the bar basically didn't see it, anyway, it had nothing to do with him. The people who come here to play are simple. It's just a pity that this girl is alone, and I'm afraid that she will be in a catastrophe today.

Han Muyou, who was drowsy, was lying unconscious on the bar, and he couldn't tell who was who, let alone the good guys and bad guys. The man next to him saw that he couldn't miss the opportunity, so he got a little closer.

"Little sister, are you in a bad mood?" The man asked cautiously.

"What does it have to do with you?" Han Muyou lowered his head, full of alcohol.

"Uncle, this is concerned about you. It's just a man, but it's not nothing. Uncle just likes you very much. Why don't you come with me? The man coaxed.

"Like me?" Han Muyou raised his head, because of the color of the wine, his eyes were like silk. "Oh, they don't like me, they all think I can't be on the stage. My boyfriend likes big breasts and thin waists, so I don't want me anymore. Han Muyou said and lay down again, sobbing and whimpering, and said incoherently, "He doesn't want me anymore." He doesn't want me anymore......"

"It's okay, Uncle wants you. Let's go home with my uncle. The man continued to coax.

"Home?" Han Muyou grunted in confusion. "I'm going home, I'm going home...... Dad said that he would not be bullied when he came home. ”

"Yes, you won't be bullied when you go home. Daddy will protect you. The man had a lewd look on his face. was about to stretch out his grip to hug this petite and youthful girl.

I didn't want to, but I was cut off. The man looked along the strong, slender arm, and saw a man with gold-rimmed eyes, who looked like a gentleman but did not look good, staring at him. The fierce light in his eyes seemed to be about to devour him alive.

"Get out!" The man shook off the man's hand, and his domineering and ruthless voice was as calm and intimidating as if there were thousands of troops standing behind him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry to ......," the man from before quickly ran away.

At that time, the man with gold-rimmed glasses cautiously, as if he was caring for a baby, picked Han Muyou up from the chair. He changed his gloom just now, and his tone was as soft as a mountain spring in autumn.

"Mumu, let's go home." After speaking, the man with a long figure and a black windbreaker, holding Han Muyou, left the noisy and confused bar steadily.

A familiar person upstairs, looking at the two people who left, his eyes were far away, his Adam's apple squirmed up and down for a while, and he murmured bitterly: "Mu Mu ......" The voice was resentful and tactful, as if it had penetrated the hustle and bustle and soaked the soul.

There are always some people you are destined not to get, and there are always some people you are destined not to keep.