Chapter 1: The Final Choice of the Former Wolf and the Tiger
Have you ever encountered such a situation, the former wolf and the tiger, neither retreat nor advance...
In the long corridor, a row of luxurious Rococo crystal lamps hangs, and the lampposts on both sides are wrapped in golden and intricate European lace.
On the second floor of Alice Hotel, in the center...
Nian Ring looked at the man in front of him, and under his hazy vision, he could still depict his world-famous eyebrows.
His cold eyes are deep and dark, the bridge of his nose is engraved on the face of miracles, his eyebrows are like ink, just looking at his face feels like walking in the morning after the rain, when the mist has not opened, he feels the ultimate quiet.
On the index finger of his right hand is a sumptuous white round ring with a symbol on it, like some kind of status symbol.
He stood there as clear as a god...
"Stomp, stomp..."
The sound of pursuit behind him was getting closer and closer.
The rings cheered up again, held on to the root of the wall, and finally chose to walk in the direction where the man was.
The effects of the love drug have spread through her brain, and she is about to lose her support...
"Huh!"
At the moment when she finally stood unsteadily and collapsed, the man in front of her appeared in front of her at some point and caught her.
"Help... Save me... Take me away..."
The rings braced his arms, his fingers trembled, his jaw slid across his chest, and he lifted his head.
Under the unclear gaze, she could see the harshness in his expression, with his characteristic non-anger and self-authority, and the turbulent waves rolling in his eyes.
He... In anger...
This is as it should be, after all, a year ago, it was she who was at the loss.
Who knows, a year later, she met him in such an embarrassing situation, and she had to count on him to save her.
The rings deepened the strength of her hand, and she couldn't tell whether she was afraid, repentant, or worried that he would pretend not to know her.
"Ahh I'm sorry, sir, my daughter has drunk too much and offended him, so I'll take her away. β
The footsteps behind him carried the weight of fat, and an old man with a fat face caught up and pretended to snort.
As he spoke, the old man stretched out his hand to her, and there was no lack of obscenity in his eyes.
This person is not her father, but Mr. Huang, a third-rate website sponsor who colluded with her editor, drugged her, and wanted to force her to comply.
And she, Nian Ring, is a college student and a third-rate website writer.
Listening to Mr. Huang's explanation, the man looked away from the annual rings, and for a moment, his eyes were full of the chill of the ice owl.
Mr. Huang shuddered violently and retracted his hand.
"What did you just say?" The man spoke coldly, his thin lips without any emotion.
"I... I said that my daughter had drunk too much and accidentally disturbed my husband. β
Mr. Huang is still making excuses, trying to hide the incident of the annual ring escaping from him five minutes ago and running out of the box.
However, after answering, it turned out that...
The man wasn't talking to him at all, but his eyes were on the rings in his arms.
The rings looked at him weakly, what kind of humiliation is this? She has already begged him, and she wants to beg again?
If she hadn't had no choice at this time, she would have turned around and run, running without hesitation, okay?!
For a long time, in the choice between losing his body and losing face, Nian Ring still chose the latter: "Save me." β
"Not this one, the next."
The rings tightened around his waist, and the man's hand was an inch heavier.
The pain cleared her heavy brain for a moment, a little inexplicable, and muttered back to the only few words she had just said: "Take me away?" β
As soon as the voice fell...
Her waist hurt even more, and she looked at him and couldn't help frowning slightly.
And he, in vain, relaxed the strength of his hand and hugged her horizontally...
Passing straight past Mr. Huang, he responded hoarsely with his extreme voice that could only be heard in the basement movie stereo.
"That's what you said."
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