Chapter 116

After appeasing Zeng Rou, waste finally walked out of the door of the hospital.

Because of Zheng Hongyu's illness, he has stayed in the hospital all day and night. It's time to go back to the temple.

However, he had just walked out of the hospital door. A brand-new Porsche sports car almost wiped his body and stopped beside him. The fast speed blew his clothes away.

"Cha!" The sound of the friction between the wheels and the ground was very harsh, which made waste frown.

The window of Ferrari sports car also fell down at this time, revealing a handsome face with a sense of superiority. He looked at the waste with a little disdain and hummed gently: "boy, stay away from Zeng Rouyuan. She's not something you can touch, and you don't deserve her at all!"

"Ha ha." Seeing clearly that the visitor was the arbor, when Qiao was young and old, he suddenly smiled and looked very indifferent, even with a hint of banter: "well, I should say this now, right? After all, now I'm Zeng Rou's real boyfriend, and you're a third party. "

The joking tone and the title of a third party made arbor suddenly stagnate, but then he reacted. A face was almost angry and turned into a pig's liver, pointing maliciously at the waste: "you, you have courage!"

"Thank you for your compliment, and I deserve it." He accepted it sincerely and cooperated with the badly beaten expression on his face, which made Qiaomu depressed to death. However, his next sentence made Qiaomu feel that he couldn't get out of the car and beat him firmly: "the flowers you sent are very bright, but the business card sandwiched in the middle of the bouquet is too small. I accidentally lost it, Ha ha. "

"You..." arbor was really going to vomit blood. He was very angry. He had an impulse to get out of the car and slap him in the face, but he finally endured it.

After all, he could see that in front of him, he didn't look like the Lord who couldn't fight back and scold back. He didn't have the slightest fear of himself, so he was likely to suffer in front of such a guy.

His face was cloudy and sunny, but arbor finally pressed down his anger in his heart. He looked at the waste coldly and took out the checkbook from his arms: "say, how much money do you need, so you won't pester Zeng Rou?"

"Ha, if it's hard, do you want to use money to attack?" The corners of his wasted mouth were slightly picked up, provoking a touch of banter and contempt: "but this is useless to me."

Even without asking for money, he refused directly. This attitude made arbor lag immediately and looked at the waste with some surprise.

How do you think this guy doesn't look like a rich Lord, but how can he be so calm? Did the money offensive that made him invincible die without even playing a role here?

He felt that he could not understand, especially the contempt and disdain of red fruit in his wasted eyes, which made his heart suddenly pulled up. Shouldn't this look be made by himself? Why did he replace it?

His anger immediately filled his chest and made him laugh angrily. He stared at the waste tightly and said coldly: "good, good, you're good!"

But this is full of threats, but it only makes the disdain outlined by the corners of the wasted mouth deeper.

Arbor's lungs felt like they were going to be blown up. He was gnashing his teeth and snorted: "I'll see how long you can laugh!"

"Don't worry, I will laugh to the end." Wasted a faint look at arbor, with a harmless smile on his face: "if you pursue Zeng Rou in a proper way, I'll welcome you with both hands, because I like it very much, especially watching my opponent defeated by me, but if you use the means of three rottens, hey hey..."

He said, but his eyes had narrowed quietly. From his slightly narrowed eyes, there was a cold evil spirit, which stabbed into arbor's body like a sword, but arbor couldn't help shivering.

In a flash, he looked at the waste in shock, but saw that he had recovered the harmlessness of people and animals on his face. He immediately gently shook his head and thought what he had just done was an illusion.

"Ha ha..."

When he returned to his mind again, vanity had gone away laughing.

The tree, full of anger and nowhere to vent, was stunned for a long time. Finally, he hit his hand on the steering wheel, and the horn of the Porsche sports car sounded in unison, causing a crowd of passers-by to stare.

Walking out of the near waste, he sighed and shook his head: "this guy seems to be really serious about Zeng Rou, but it's good. He still felt a little boring, so he felt a little wonderful."

Light words expressed his different ideological realm and super strong self-confidence, which made people surprised.

"It's nice to be jealous with people, isn't it?" Just as he was idling around with a smile on his lips, leisurely moving forward, and still remembering his feat just now, a voice with a slight bitterness and vinegar sounded behind him.

Hearing this sound, the smile on his wasted face immediately froze. In a moment, he coughed lightly, turned his head, and was welcoming the infinitely beautiful face in the sun: "what, how did you come?"

He has made great progress in changing the topic, and the expression on his face is also very in place, so Liu Yan didn't respond, so he walked in: "what? Did you have a good day and don't want me to come? "

"Well, I'm just a little strange." Wasted hurriedly lost a smiling face, and took Liu Yan with a big bag of things in her hand very diligently: "why do you buy so many things?"

Liu Yan's face suddenly became more and more resentful and spat gently: "it's not because of you that you disappeared when you came out of prison. I'm worried about you, so I want to go up to find you, but I can't go in empty handed."

Wasted heart suddenly filled with a touch of warmth, hand gently held Liu Yan's shoulder, pulled her to herself, and stared at her beautiful eyes: "thank you!"

Originally, there were thousands of hidden resentments and all kinds of dissatisfaction in my heart, but they were wasted. The gentle and sincere eyes and the faint thank-you melted into infinite water of tenderness.

For a long time, Liu Yancai finally shook Xiuquan, stretched out her hand to beat on the wasted shoulder, and sighed: "you know how to bully me. I really want to wait for that day..."

But a thick, warm two fingers gently stood on her lips, blocking back the words full of resentment and sadness behind her.

The wasted face has an unprecedented firmness and determination, and the tone is indisputable. There is even a kind of overbearing mixed in it: "I don't allow it, never allow it. One day, I will make you happy. One day, my shoulder and my chest will always be your safe haven!"

Liu Yan was stunned and looked at the waste. With a touch of unquestionable firmness and determination, her heart was immediately drunk. At the bottom of her heart, a voice was slowly rising, but she was more and more firm: "follow him, follow him..."

They were affectionate, but they didn't notice that in the Porsche sports car not far away, there were a pair of fierce mangs full of venom and jealousy, as well as a murmuring hatred and roar: "why, why can he hold the two most beautiful women in Zhenhai in his arms, but I can't? No, I'm not willing. I must get what I want. No one can stop it, no one! "