The pain in the delicate heart forced Shi Ran to raise her head again, and her face, which was so white that there was no trace of blood, was completely exposed to the air, and it completely met Bai Weiwei's eyes.

Although Shi Ran's face was swollen, she could still see the delicate facial features, especially her eyes, the dark eyes were deep and boundless, obviously there was nothing, but it was enough to make people fall into it.

A trace of astonishment flashed in Bai Weiwei's eyes, and then there was bottomless jealousy. The big tree named "jealousy" in her heart has broken ground and grown desperately after three years of silence!

"Pop" a loud slap on Shi Ran's swollen face.

Shi Ran pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth and still tasted the bloody smell in his mouth.

Bai Weiwei narrowed her eyes, "It doesn't seem to be enough." ”

Yoo Jun smiled, pressed Shi Ran's neck, and slammed her face into the wine table.

There was a thud, and the blood flowed like a torrent.

Forehead against the glass.

The face that was stained when the blood stained red.

Bai Weiwei nodded, "Sure enough, this is like a murderer's face." ”

Whether it's a slap, a saliva, a drink, or a disfigurement......

Shi Ran took it all, silently, silently, without saying a word.

No big deal.

As long as she can hear the voices of the outside world, the last line of defense in her heart can be defended.

She didn't want to ask Yoo Joon why three years ago they were still able to clink glasses and have fun with each other, but now they looked like they were going to put her to death.

She didn't want to ask anyone in this box if she had done anything to be sorry for them in the past twenty-one years! Why does everyone avoid her like a snake and scorpion now, and even follow some people to humiliate her.

In the whole box, there may have been people who cast pity on her, but they didn't dare to stand up for her from beginning to end. The name Shi Ran was the object of the stars in Twilight City three years ago.

Now, she's a taboo. A joke, a person who can step on the object of anger.

Shi Ran's heart was still unconscious, and she swallowed the large amount of saliva secreted in her mouth mixed with the smell of blood into her throat, just as she took all the humiliation and ridicule from everyone.

She slowly raised her head and looked silently at the man who had disappeared into the darkness, the corners of her lips trembling slightly, and her voice was indifferent.

"Is that enough?"

Shi Ran didn't make a big sound, but it happened to be a music switch, and everyone heard the words clearly. For a moment, they stared incredulously at the woman who was stubbornly getting up from the ground.

Her shawl was wet on her snow-white back, and her drink-soaked hair was wet against the curve of her neck, obviously embarrassed, but still locked the eyes of others.

Shi Ran straightened her back, and seeing that the darkness did not answer, she pulled the corners of her mouth, wiped the blood on her face with the back of her hand, and asked again in a raised tone, "Mr. Bo, is it enough?" ”

Demon rule and dazzling.

The silhouette of the man smoking in the darkness has long since stopped. Bo Qingchen's heart throbbed violently, so fast that he didn't notice. He was stunned for a few seconds, then the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and he let out a sneer, "What did you say?" ”

He pretended not to understand, and his fingers lit the butt of his cigarette without hurrying.

Shi Ran was a little anxious, she clenched her skirt tightly with her five fingers, desperately resisted the dizziness of strong discomfort, and replied with red eyes: "Didn't you let me come here just to humiliate me, now, is it enough?!" ”

The man got up and pushed away Bai Weiwei, who wanted to stop him from getting up and deliberately leaning over.

He walked straight to Shi Ran, and his slender and powerful fingers pinched Shi Ran's chin without pity, and his unique magnetic voice sounded unhurriedly.

"Of course, no."