Wen Qiao's face immediately changed, and he denied it anxiously: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Su Jiuge just sitting, but that casual posture made her whole person so arrogant that people didn't dare to look directly and hate, she smiled clearly: "Li Beijue, or Xu Yilan I don't know," thinking so, she denied it herself: "Ah, no, Xu Yilan won't hurt me, and neither will Mr. President, let me think about it," she really frowned in distress: "Ning Tian, but I heard that she is now grounded at home, after all, the scandal is too big."

Or is it the mysterious man who has been in the shadows? Would he do such a low thing?

"Don't guess, I'm not going to say that." Wen Qiao looked at Su Jiuge's eyes, this woman, what she can know at a glance, she didn't bother to deny it again, denying it was invisibly admitting defeat in front of this woman.

Losing to no one can lose to her.

"Oh. Su Jiuge nodded suddenly with a sense of realization: "Sister, you know, I had a little thought about Song Shao, and now, you have completely hooked up my thoughts that I have long forgotten."

Her eyebrows and eyes are even frivolous, and her voice is even more seductive.

Wen Qiao struggled so that he didn't rush up and tore Su Jiuge's face to pieces.

In the past, she was not afraid of Wen Yihuan, but now, the woman in front of her was frightened, and all she had, even a look, was making Song Jinyan's heart move slowly.

"Does Chief Rong really allow his women to go out of the wall? Then I really look down on him. Wen Qiao clenched Song Jinyan's hand, as if in this way, some things could be his own.

Su Jiuge laughed wantonly: "I broke up with him, and my pursuit of Song Gongzi is my freedom."

Quiescence.

It was so deep and cold that only the faint laughter of a woman remained.

Wen Qiao screamed uncontrollably again: "You don't dream less, Sumire Yan will be with me."

"Wenqiao." Su Jiuge got up from the sofa, lowered his head, gently arranged his clothes, and then raised his head, those eyes were as beautiful as stars, and the two people in the room immediately fell into a stupor.

Su Jiuge easily entered their dream.

"I didn't expect to meet like this, Su Jiuge." A voice that looked like a man and a woman, obviously processed, and it was not my own voice.

Su Jiuge was bored playing with the dreams of the two, and she didn't want to use them to cultivate and improve her abilities.

As soon as this voice sounded, the woman's movements stopped, and her beautiful face was as cold as the moon, looking ahead.

There, a man in a cloak, couldn't see any looks.

"It's you." Su Jiuge's voice sounded.

It's the dreamer, the dreamer who wants her to die, but doesn't want her to die.

"It's me, and I was really caught off guard by such a meeting." The man replied.

Su Jiuge took a step forward, and the man took a step back: "Miss Su, I advise you not to come over."

They met in a dream in Wenqiao.

It was really a narrow encounter and the most embarrassing meeting.

Even if Su Jiuge knew, all this might have been premeditated.

Su Jiuge really stopped, and the corners of her mouth curled: "What do you want to say, or, should I ask you who you are?"

The man in the cloak shook his head, and the voice after changing his voice was not very ugly and good, just a mechanical smell: "You know, when the day comes, we will naturally face each other."

After saying this, the cloaked man turned around and slowly disappeared.

Su Jiuge didn't chase after him, and it was useless to chase.

In her short 20 years, she has never been so weak.