Half an hour is long and short.
Three people in the room have different minds, and half an hour is really too short.
Halfway through the trance.
It’s been quiet and stuffy. Assange got up
I wonder if she remembered the former Lan Jingyi’s earnest instruction to her. After a few steps, she went to Yuzhe’s side and pulled up a high chair. She also took a goblet and poured a glass of red wine. Bang slammed the glass into Yuzhe’s Zhe will accompany you less
Drink slowly, just have a drink. This wine has a lot of stamina. Yuzhe shook his goblet lightly, and his eyes fell on the ripples, which seemed thoughtful, but Assange had something to say.
He told Asan to drink Asan slowly, but he couldn’t help himself. Even pouring two large glasses of wine was elegant. There was a third of the bottom of the glass and a liquid of wine, but she couldn’t stop until she spilled it, and then it was like drinking cold and boiling it for nothing. It was really a generous thing to bottom out.
Very tough
Lan Jingyi, what can I say so that Sang can have hope?
Sure enough, people who drink wine have courage, and they dare to speak if they have courage.
Bang she did the second cup and put the goblet Zhe, what’s wrong with me? Why don’t you even look at me? A girl with a plaintive voice is sad in the spring season.
Yu Zhe elegantly put a little smile on the lip corner of his wine glass, but if he didn’t smile so close, he couldn’t find it. The mask blocked the portrayal of his most sincere mood.
Maybe it’s sarcasm and maybe it’s heartbreaking. He said lightly, My face has long been ineligible for love, Asan. I don’t want to implicate you. You’ve already had two drinks. Don’t drink any more. Well, go and watch the movie with Miss Lan. A big hand grabbed Asan’s cup of Yuzhe’s bullying and forbade Asan to drink even wine.
Lan Jingyi listened to his hoarse and low voice, and she thought of a sentence that was particularly appropriate.
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It’s time for revenge.
But if she says so, she is begging him to let Hongyao go. That is her selfishness.
I thought about it, but she didn’t say it, but this sentence is really appropriate.
Some people are happy if she dies. Do you understand? Don’t give others grief. That’s not a good man. I don’t know your old story. I know that my former son was stolen by your younger sister. When I knew the truth, I hated her. I really wanted to kill her. But now, when I learned that she also had a child, everyone let go of some things. Maybe when I do it, my head is not clear. The root is impulse. She paused. She added, Although some legal provisions are rigid, they are all justified. If you kill someone, you can’t go to jail without paying for it.
Shut up Lan Jingyi tried to reassure Yuzhe, but these words obviously touched his lamella and shot at Lan Jingyi like a glass of wine, but he didn’t even have a chance to watch the glass break the movie being played.
It is obvious that he is angry.
It seems that Hong Yao in his heart deserves to die.
I can’t see Lan Jingyi anymore.
Chatting with the tranquilizer gun in his hand, fiddling with Is Mu Shu still Muda?
Lan Jingyi casually asked the original and didn’t expect Yuzhe to answer her, but she didn’t want him to take another goblet, but it was Assange. No matter whether she drank a glass of brandy or not, she took a sip of light and said no
oh? Then where is he?
You do your thing well, he will naturally appear. Don’t worry, I promise you that your mother will see him. If it weren’t for me, he would have died. You just need to hate him. He doesn’t deserve to be your father.
Oh, really? Lan Jingyi smiled gently. I want to know what you tried to kill me before? I don’t know what I’ve been getting along with these days. She thinks Yuzhe means that he doesn’t want to kill her, but he has made moves on her several times in Singapore.
I really want to know? Yuzhe slowly turned his head, and the skull mask suddenly seeped into the darkness.
If you die, you should know how to die, right?
She is the victim.
All right, let’s settle everything completely tonight. Yu Zhe dried a glass of wine and poured a glass of wine. He was about to take a sip, but Asan stopped him. Zhe, don’t drink too much wine. You are not suitable for drinking too much wine tonight.
Her soft voice made Yu Zhe wake up in a trance. Oh, yes, she held Asan’s hand holding his glass and slowly put thank you together.
This hand is a thank you. Asan seems to be possessed by something. He looks at him stupidly. A Zhe supports you no matter what. His small hand touches his big hand. His palm is scarred. The back of her hand is so clear that she feels distressed. You should be better to yourself.
Good took a deep look at Assange, and Yuzhe was up. Let’s go to the deck.
good zhe
Ah Zhe
Asan
It’s natural for two people to call each other, and if people think Lan Jingyi is not out of the cabin together, the picture makes Lan Jingyi look silly.
Is that an illusion?
Yu Zheyi has a feeling?
Or did he already have feelings for Assange, but he didn’t want to show it because of his incomplete face?
Lan Jingyi really doesn’t understand.
Hey, wait for me. What did he want to kill her before he told her? She chased after it. Is it the gun that she played with for a long time or the one that she had last night? There is no change in weight, but it seems that it is different in the handshake.
But what’s the difference? She really can’t tell.
It’s coming.
We will arrive at our destination tonight.
Lan Jingyi walked outside through the open door. The yacht had slowed down and was about to dock.
Bang! She just flashed out, and the whole person bumped into a person. Ah! She exclaimed, I’m going to hold my waist steady, but I’m tight. Jiang Junliang is bright. She hugged her and smiled. Sisterinlaw, are you throwing yourself at her?
Chapter 467 Play hard
Lan Jingyi felt a pain in her waist. When Jiang Junyue spoke, her big hand seemed to be very casual. She pinched her waist like she was sending her a signal. He probably wanted to tell her something, but Yuzhe was five steps away. At this time, Assange was yelling at Jiang Junyue. This is the consequence of drinking too much.
Lan Jingyi came here for nothing. Jiang Junyue was coming to her under the pretext of washing her hands. Roll, you hit me. She pushed away Jiang Junyue’s ear in a serious way, and the words Not Yuzhe came quietly. The volume was extremely low. If she divided her heart, she couldn’t hear clearly.
In just five words, Jiang Junyue passed Lan Jingyi and never had a chance to speak again.
Lan Jingyi’s spirit remained unchanged, and he quickly chased Yu Zhe and Assange. It was Jiang Junyue who said those five words in his head.
Too simple
What do you mean not Yu Zhe?