Chapter Twenty-Three: Xue Bus

"Quality your mother!" This time she was too old, so she picked up half a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and picked it up on my head.

I was stunned, and before I could think about whether to dodge or not, the wine bottle had already flown out of Su Wanwan's hand uncontrollably, and it hit my temple in a daze.

"Whoa!" I heard the bottle cracking, and then I felt a piercing pain spread from my brow bone.

Blood and red wine flowed down the left side of his face, like tears when he was sad to the extreme.

"Ah, I'm sorry, my hand slipped," Su Wanwan obviously didn't do this for the first time, she didn't blink her eyes, and looked at me very proudly, "Tsk, it seems to be out of shape, I have to be hospitalized for two days, it's a pity, I can't dance tomorrow night." ”

That's how things go.

I flew all the way to the magic capital, and as soon as the task was completed, I was taken to the hospital by Su Wanwan.

Moreover, Xue Beirong seemed to have expected that the two of us would compete with each other, and he was unkind and never returned.

I saw him again on the second night of his hospitalization, on the entertainment news at 8 p.m.

"Monk's Gate" female No. 1 Su Wanwan, dance partner Xue Beirong.

The two walked across the red carpet of the Avenue of Stars with their wrists, the woman's smile was as handsome as a flower, and the man's handsome and compelling smiles were so piercing that they almost blinded me in the other eye.

And that's not all, he still made me a video call in the middle of the prom, taunting me, "Poor little thing, how old is it, and still fighting with people." ”

"I don't know how many pounds and taels your matchstick is? I can't beat it, and my mouth is hard. ”

"Also, if I hear what you say to the reporter that is not good for Wanwan, you should be careful for me!"

On the other end of the phone is a splendid and palatial charity gala hall, and groups of glamorous men and women.

Here, it's a monotonous and boring hospital room, and I'm wrapped in gauze for half of my eyes.

What a contrast.

"Heh," Wanwan, Wanwan called so kindly, I was so angry, the roots of my teeth itched with hatred, "Xue Beirong, you know that Su Wanwan is dissatisfied with me, but you deliberately left the two of us, don't you just want to use Su Wanwan to clean me up?" Are you satisfied that I was beaten like this by her? ”

"I'm not satisfied, it's a little lighter for something like you who don't remember to eat or fight," Xue Beirong walked through the crowd and walked to a quiet corner, and after greeting the girl next to him, Yan Yan smiled, and said to me on the other end of the screen in a casual tone: "Yu Huanxi, I gave you a chance, but you don't cherish it, don't expect me to let you go again in the future!" ”

I sneered, "You think I'm going to believe crocodile tears?" ”

"Crocodile?" Xue Beirong repeated, as if this was a very fresh adjective, "Since Yu Huanxi is so untidy, I will let you see what a real crocodile is in the future, wait!" ”

"Dudu-" Xue Beirong hung up the video.

That's it, and by the way, I deleted my WeChat account, and I didn't even give a chance to fight back.

it!

What the fuck is this?!

This scumbag is so ungraceful!

My chest was so blocked that I almost smashed my phone against the wall.

"Rejoice," at this moment, Jialan suddenly knocked on the door and entered.

He hugged a large bouquet of lilies and carried a steaming lunch box in his right hand.

"Director Lan, why are you here?" Jialan is at the door, he is a handsome guy in Yushu Linfeng, the important thing is that he is still very talented, he is an internationally renowned director, he likes me, appreciates me, and takes care of me.

What kind of thing is he Xue Beirong, a scumbag!

I feel so much better comforting myself.