Chapter 627

What makes Ling Yue Turner boring is that he always felt that Qiao Aiwen had nothing to do before, as if he had been circling around him 24 hours a day. However, now he didn't have a chance to get along with her alone. Why do women even have to go to the bathroom hand in hand?

There are also the boys around Qiao Aiwen. What's wrong with him, especially what they whispered together and then laughed loudly. Ling Yue feels like a marginal person. Although he sits together, he can't fit in.

But even so, he will not leave. He knows that Qiao Aiwen is still angry. He just wants to drive him away. He wants to be beautiful. What is he doing in America this time?

There's no such thing as determination. Bai lives six or seven years longer than her.

In the evening, a group of people went to the nightclub. The music of heavy metal was deafening. The crazy young men and women in the pool, Qiao Aiwen, asked for a big card and ordered a lot of drinks and snacks. The whole process was very familiar. Now Ling Yue was staring at her. He was not afraid that she was drunk. It was better to be drunk. He carried it back. He just thought of her past inexplicably, in the days when he couldn't see people, Is she crazy, too?

Like a person is like this, not only to dominate her now and in the future, but also think that she once can do as he wishes.

Once upon a time, she pestered him all day, but he didn't feel anything. But since she was angry and left, this kind of feeling was like a rebound at the bottom, eroding him day and night, tossing and turning, scratching his heart and lungs. Ling Yue understood that cheap people have servility. Give two sweet dates no, slap them twice, then give them twice.

Ling Yue sits on the edge of the sofa, keeping a distance from the girls she doesn't know well, and staring at Qiao Aiwen all the time. Even though she has lived abroad for so many years, she still has the natural Sa of night city girls on her body and drinks with a group of foreigners. The foreign wine makes her drink like white.

In fact, Qiao Aiwen was very sad, wine fell through her intestines. Who knows that every time she smiles, her heart is full of tears. If she comes after her, what can she do? The fire in her heart didn't spread and the wound in her heart didn't heal. When she saw Ling Yue, she remembered that day. He asked her over the phone: are you a underworld?

Damn, a slap is the underworld. Ya, I have never seen the underworld or the society!

Thinking, Qiao Aiwen raised a tube of wine, did not swallow the action, straight into the throat.

Ling Yue frowned and thought that when she got drunk and carried her back, she would still feel sad. How can a girl drink so much without hurting herself.

He wants to talk, but the noisy people in the nightclub have eardrum pain. He and Qiao Aiwen are separated by seven people. These seven people are like a bridge. He is at this end and she is at that end. They can see and can't touch.

Ling Yue had a real meeting. She felt painful at the same time. Most of the people got up to get off the dance floor. He was also ready to move to Qiao Aiwen. However, Qiao Aiwen took out her mobile phone and the screen was on. After watching for two seconds, she ran out with her mobile phone.

Ling Yue immediately got up and went out all the way.

Qiao Aiwen went outside the nightclub, scratched the through key and called in Chinese: "brother Zheng."

Ling Yue stood not far behind her and heard her say, "I was playing in a nightclub. It was too noisy just now. I came out to pick it up... No wonder you know I'm here. It's my circle of friends that exposed my goal."

Qiao Aiwen smiles, strolling and chatting, "OK, come here, I'll wait for you at the door."

Qiao Aiwen said goodbye and hung up the phone. Two young foreign men came across to chat with Qiao Aiwen. Ling Yue walked over immediately. On his indifferent face, there were a few big words: no strangers.

Qiao Aiwen heard Ling Yue say in English, "she's my girlfriend."

Two foreign men, shrugging their shoulders, said they didn't know and didn't want to make trouble. They turned and left.

Ling Yue's side head wants to talk to her. Qiao Aiwen immediately steps forward and is caught by him. He has been waiting for this moment all day and can't let her go easily.

Qiao Aiwen did not look at him and said in a cold Chinese voice, "let go, or I'll call those two people back."

Ling Yue said calmly: "give me time to explain..."

Before she finished, Qiao Aiwen suddenly opened her voice and yelled in English to two foreign men who had not gone far away: "he is not my boyfriend."

Ling Yue's eyes stare, but they can't stop it. The two men turn their heads at the same time and watch Ling Yue pull Qiao Aiwen's arm, but she can't shake it off.

Two or three seconds later, two men came back together. One of them, wearing a hat, went to grab Qiao Aiwen's arm and said something like let go.

Qiao Aiwen is used to Ling Yue's cold appearance. When she is very happy, she is as warm as Hanyu. Who would have thought that he would pull her face, wave the man's hand and pull her directly to her side. The Lord's consciousness is clear.

Each other two people, Ling Yue a person, so was waved away the man only irritable, no retreat, Qiao Aiwen don't want to really let them beat Ling Yue, even if the fight is not willing to, just want to speak, just hear behind a familiar voice: "Xiaowen."

Speaking English is very common in foreign countries. A sentence of Putonghua suddenly appeared. Two foreigners subconsciously heard it, and Ling Yue also turned his head. There was a Rolls Royce parked on the side of the road. The driver had not yet waited to open the door, but the person in the back seat had already pushed the door open.

He's a mature man in a silver gray suit. He's over 1.8 meters tall. His well-cut clothes outline symmetrical and tight lines. He's not as handsome as Ling Yue. But with thick eyebrows, high nose and a pair of silver rimmed glasses, he's very outstanding in temperament. Even if he doesn't come out of a luxury car, other people will look at him, I can definitely guess that he is either an elite or a child of a rich family.

The man walked towards Qiao Aiwen. Qiao Aiwen seemed to forget that she was still being pulled by Ling Yue. She waved happily and said with a smile: "brother Zheng."

As soon as the two foreigners saw that they knew each other, their eyes immediately hesitated. In fact, it was easier for foreigners to look at people's dishes. When they saw someone coming out of Rolls Royce, they knew they couldn't stir up trouble. Now they didn't stand for Qiao Aiwen. They went to one side and watched from a distance.

Zhou Zheng walked up to Qiao Aiwen, his eyes fell on Ling Yue's hand intentionally or unintentionally, and asked: "what's the matter?"

Qiao AI Wen steals an effort, Ling Yue feels, subconsciously loosened a hand.

She said to Zhou Zheng, "nothing. After drinking too much, I have a few quarrels."

Zhou Zheng looked in the direction of the two foreigners and asked, "do you want me to call the police?"

"No, I don't blame them. I'm in trouble."

Qiao AI Wen laughs heartlessly, Zhou Zheng hears speech, hook up labial horn, raised a hand to touch her head, "you ah, when can save a bit of heart?"

Ling Yue's eyes were too sharp to control. The most important thing is that Qiao Aiwen didn't avoid them... What's the relationship between them?