Chapter 3561 When I Become a Scumbag Actor (Fifty-Seven)

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The force was a bit strong, and his skin was white, leaving behind red marks.

Ranbai glanced at the ball, then at Wen Haoqing.

This goal is a bit fierce.

"Senior, don't you play anymore?" She put down the cue stick with a serious expression, as if she had never known Wen Haoqing.

"I don't think Miss Song's mind is here either." The film king said something indifferent, and then ignored her.

Ranbai didn't speak either.

Han Zhe played with Ranbai, but Ranbai really had no interest in these games. She was sitting on the sofa, next to the young master.

Compared to Su Zili, who held it in for a long time, he still couldn't hold back, and asked with a strange expression, "What's your relationship with Mr. Wen?"

He remembered that Song Bai was Han Zhe's before.

Ranbai was bored, and when he heard this, he was calm and calm, and replied casually, with a moderate volume: "It's okay."

"..."

Damn, he believed in ghosts.

The young master showed dissatisfaction, and wanted to ask something.

"Song Xiaobai." Han Zhe bit a cigarette and asked casually, "Do you play cards?"

Dyeing Bai is a bit boring, and he is not in the mood to answer Su Zili's question: "It's okay."

Then she started her winning streak tonight.

Ten wins out of ten.

Really merciless.

Han Zhe didn't play, and looked at the white-stained cards beside him. He was a good guy, propped his chin, and smiled in a dragged tone: "It seems that you have a lot of personality."

It's hard to get over the fine score, right?

"Go see a psychiatrist another day." Another round of Wang Zha, Ranbai said nonchalantly: "Cure your problem of suspecting other people's dual personality."

"Okay." Han Zhezheng's eight classics: "It's just a good time to make a companion, you should go and have a look."

"roll."

The few people at the card table listened to the conversation silently, and they admired Ranbai more and more, almost giving him a thumbs up.

It was the first time they saw someone talking to Han Zhe like this.

But what does the conversation mean.

Insanity? ? ?

The girl in the white skirt didn't know how to play cards, so she clings to the young master, looking at the figure easily surrounded by him, she feels very uncomfortable.

Why can't she get back their eyes by pretending to be pitiful, but Song Bai can talk and laugh happily in it with a calm expression.

She gritted her teeth,

Unwilling, thinking of something, one hand slowly touched his phone, unlocked it carefully, moved slightly, pointed the camera at the direction of the dyed white without leaving any traces, and pressed the shooting button.

Her palms were sweating, and she took several photos in a row. When she put down the phone, her heart beat like a drum.

Seeing that no one noticed her, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, and gripped her phone tightly.

"Damn it, it's amazing." One of the young masters scratched his hair in disbelief, "Song Bai, what luck are you doing?!"

"Luck that you can't get." Ranbai replied lazily. In fact, this thing has nothing to do with luck, and the result can be obtained through observation and calculation. She didn't say anything.

The night is dark and the city is noisy.

The private room gradually started to play, and it was full of enthusiasm.

One of the girls asked delicately where she was going.

A young master next to him replied maliciously.

"Let's go to the hotel."

The tone is very sloppy.

When the show was over, Ranbai went straight out, and Han Zhe didn't follow them. Someone called out, "Han Zhe? Where are you going so early!"

"Send people home." Han Zhe smiled at him, and after a closer look, it was a little different from the past, and he replied angrily.

The person who asked the question looked a little speechless.

When did Han Chul become so pure?

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Instead of taking people to the hotel, you still play the routine of sending people home?

It seems that the girl has no interest in him yet.

What a strange thing.

But at this time, what no one thought of was——

With a change of style,

No one thought of it.

Ranbai's wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.

The slender shadow fell, and the breath was too cool to increase, and even the temperature between the wrists was icy cold.

Ranbai paused, and looked sideways.

The man had an abstinent atmosphere, always gentle and calm, his tender and affectionate peach eyes gathered a faint light that others could not understand, and smiled at her: "Why is it that Miss Song doesn't know me?"

"!" Ranbai never expected that Wen Haoqing would be so blatant, without any cover-up.

Almost everyone's eyes fell on the two of them.

Ranbai tried to grab his wrist, but he didn't break free, instead, he was clasped even tighter by the man.

"Am I familiar with senior?" Ranbai didn't move at all, maintaining an awkward yet polite smile.

Wen Haoqing looked at her with lowered eyes, the dim light and shadow came into his eyes, and the end of his eyes outlined a somewhat unfeeling illusion, and his voice was low and unclear: "In Ms. Song's opinion, what does it mean to be familiar?"

Ranbai had a bad premonition. She felt that if Wen Haoqing was really allowed to continue, she dared not say that there would be good results.

"Cough!" As a scumbag who really didn't want to have anything to do with Wen Haoqing on the surface, she turned pale and did not change her color: "Senior, I still have something to do."

goodbye!

Wen Haoqing half-closed her eyes, calmly clutched her wrist, and said in a moderate voice, "Where is Miss Song going?"

"Huh?" He stared at her and paused every word: "Golden Lord."

His voice is naturally mellow, like exotic songs, the cello in the church, the gentle rhythm of taboo.

"Damn it!" The young master suddenly heard these two words, his hands trembled, and he blurted out in shock.

Dyeing white is not much better.

She already felt the death gaze of everyone staring at her.

You said this kind of thing, why do you say it in private, and what are you doing in the public.

So far, it's no use denying it.

After Ranbai was silent for a while, he said indifferently, "Go out and talk."

Han Zhe's face was unclear, and he wanted to catch up, but Ranbai shook his head at him.

There was a storm in that girl's heart, and she never thought that she would run into such a thing.

Isn't it rumored that Song Bai pestered Wen Haoqing on the Internet?

What the hell is going on!

She gritted her teeth, her heart was terribly jealous, her eyes darkened, she took out her mobile phone and used her bag as a cover, and took a picture of Ranbai and Wen Haoqing's leaving back.

The atmosphere in the box was dead silent for a while, no one spoke.

Obviously,

Wen Haoqing's words about the benefactor made them unable to think.

It was too ostentatious to stand outside and talk, Wen Haoqing didn't speak all the way, his expression was hidden in the shadow of the night, and he took Ranbai to his car while holding someone's wrist.

There were the two of them in the car, the atmosphere was condensed and there was no temperature.

Ranbai didn't care much, she lazily leaned against the co-pilot, and just looked at Wen Haoqing with an evil smile on her lips.

Seeing the girl's heartless appearance, Wen Haoqing's eyes darkened a little, he was silent for a moment, and gently stroked the ring on his little finger with his fingertips, no one knew what he was thinking, only listening to the sound in the middle of the night A calm voice: "You treat me as a lover outside who can take care of you?"