Huo Weiting took Song Yan to another leisure chair to sit, where Huo Weiting was there, and those men who coveted Song Yan's beauty restrained a lot.

During the three-hour dance party, Song Yan'an stayed quietly by Huo Weiting's side.

Guo Ziming stayed by Song Yimin's side, and he would follow her wherever she went, and the upper class said that Guo Ziming was considerate and gentle.

Two songs, one guarded by Huo Weiting, and the other guarded by Guo Ziming, the two men seem to have reached some kind of tacit understanding.

Towards the end of the ball, Song Yan got up and walked out of the dance party with her skirt in her hand, walked through a long corridor, and entered the women's bathroom.

She washed her hands inside, stood in front of the mirror, and stared at herself for a long time.

And at this moment, the door of the bathroom was pushed open, and Song Yimin also walked in with her skirt, then stood beside her, turned on the water from the faucet, washed her hands, and then took out her makeup bag and touched up her makeup.

After finishing her makeup, Song Yimin looked back at her and asked, "Xiao Yan, do you want to touch up your makeup, your face looks really ugly." ”

Song Yan wore a mask and only showed half of her face, no matter how unsightly, it would not be ugly, it was obvious that this was ironic.

"No, there are some things that don't work for me."

"It's good that you are self-aware, I am different from before now, don't worry, Ye Jue is yours, I won't rob you, you don't need to be so indifferent to me, we have lived in the same room, and we have slept in the same room, although I am not your cousin now, but I am older than you, if you want, you can continue to call me sister, go out later, sister can cover you." SONG Yiminhong. Her lips were hooked, and her face was full of a smug smile, seeing that Song Yan didn't have a smile on her face at all, she felt that Song Yan must be about to be angry.

Thanks to that necklace of hers!

Song Yan was not annoyed, she believed that there must be something wrong in the Huo family that made the people of the Huo family mistakenly think that Song Yimin was a long-lost young lady.

She took a step forward and said, "Song Yimin, don't I know about you, your roots are in the village, you were born in the old Song family, you have the blood of the Song family, you are not a child of the Huo family at all, I will find evidence to expose you." ”

"You go, you can go as you like, what am I afraid of?" Song Yimin looked like he was not afraid of the sky and the earth, but there was a cold chill in his eyes.

Everyone in the Song House in the village knows that she is a member of the Song family, and if the people of the Huo family really want to investigate, I am afraid that they will soon find out, and she needs a witness, a strong witness...... Prove that she was picked up from the outside.

Her parents are not enough, if her grandfather Song Jiang can come forward, it will be even more able to prove her authenticity.

Song Yan glanced at her indifferently, then didn't want to say more to Song Yimin, turned around and left the bathroom.

Song Yimin narrowed his eyes, looked at Song Yan's back as he left, and clenched his hands hard.

……

In another wing of the Yingbing Hotel, Ye Jue walked out of it wearing a military uniform, Ye Minglang shook hands with several leaders, Ye Jue stood behind Ye Minglang, and the leaders talked and laughed!

After those old leaders said a few words to Ye Minglang, they said a few words to Ye Jue, Ye Jue nodded, and sent them away.

Just as he walked into the elevator with Ye Minglang, he saw a familiar figure walking quickly.

The woman was wearing a white gown, a mask with a black cat face on her face, and a string of red beads on her hands, which were Song Yan's personal accessories.

After Ye Jue said hello to several leaders, he quickly exited the hotel.

He stood at the elevator door, watching the elevator door close, before he turned to follow the figure.

Song Yan walked quickly, Ye Jue followed behind her, and after a while, she stopped in front of a club, she stretched out her hand and was about to pull it away, but a man suddenly walked out of it.

Song Yan stopped, and when the tiger-faced masked man approached, she took a few steps back.

The man in the tiger mask said: "What is the relationship between you and Boss Huo, I see that the two of you are very familiar, he takes good care of you, are you her Xiaomi, Er. , still, just met ......"

Song Yan sneered, bent down, lifted her skirt, exposed a pair of white thin legs, and said, "Do you really want to know what my relationship with Boss Huo is?" ”

The tiger-faced masked man's gaze stared at her double. Looking at the legs, the eyes are about to look straight, fantasizing about this pair. The scene of the legs resting on his shoulders, thinking about it makes the blood boil: "Do you know who I am, what's so good about that old man, he has changed many women, and you are the same, he will be replaced soon, and besides, he is married, I am not married, you can consider following me, I can give you the marriage he can't give you." ”

Song Yan smiled, lifted the ring in her hand and said, "Sir, you forgot, I'm already married." ”

She brushed her fingers, lifted the hem of her skirt up, and said, "But...... For the sake of your appreciation of me, I can still give you a gift that satisfies you. ”

The tiger-faced masked man grinned, his laughter was a little obscene, and then he reached over, and when he was about to touch Song Yan's face, Song Yan suddenly raised his hand and clasped his wrist, and then raised his foot and kicked him heavily in the crotch of his pants.

One time!

Twice!

Three clicks!

Five hits in a row!

Then he shook off the man's hand, hugged his head, and bent his knees under his waist and abdomen.

The man's face turned blue with pain.

When Song Yan let go of his head, he fell directly to the ground, holding his crotch with both hands, rolling on the ground and cursing: "You slut......"

Song Yan lifted up and kicked the man away.

Then he stepped over his legs and went straight to the ball.

The tiger-faced masked man rolled on the ground for a long time before he could recover his breath, he stood up with his lower abdomen covered, his hand on the wall on the side, and scolded: "Slut, I'm waiting for the day when you get tired of being played with and are thrown away like a rag, and then ......"

Someone suddenly tapped twice on the shoulder.

The tiger-faced masked man looked back.

A man in uniform, standing straight behind him, roared grumpyly, "What are you doing? ”

"I want something from you."

"What kind of thing are you, dare to ask Lao Tzu for the east...... "West!"

"Bang!" Before the last word was finished, the tiger-faced masked man was punched in the face by Ye Jue.

The mask, when it met an iron fist, shattered into slag.

Half of his face was bruised.

Then, Ye Jue kicked the man's crotch.

The man suddenly screamed in pain, covered his crotch with both hands, and shouted while jumping to his feet: "It hurts, it hurts, you you...... Who are you, and what ......kind of enmity do I have against you?"

Ye Jue had a cold face, took a step forward, raised his foot high, kicked sideways in the man's face, and spat coldly: "The woman you want to sleep with is Lao Tzu's daughter-in-law!" ”