Chapter 143： Chi Huan, do you take it off?

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Under the white light, Chi Huan looked at the man standing not far from her with cold eyes.

She didn't understand why some men could do this disgusting virtue.

She was holding the phone with her finger, originally intended to call popular, but suddenly a series of events gave her a chance. He stepped on the thick carpet with high heels and did not make a sound.

The smile on her face was very delicate, but her delicate eyebrows shrouded a layer of thin and dazzling mockery, her voice soft and extremely indifferent. "A person who is low to a certain level is really invincible. I ’ve hooked up with you, right? Okay, call me from your mobile phone and see if I have your number on my mobile phone, if there is a call history, if there is a message history, or a WeChat history ... and any other me Actively contacted your records and ... "

She touched her red lips and smiled softly, "You are talking about what kind of role you have given me that will allow me to accompany you to bed ... Oh, since I have already been there, I should have been there Got it, whose movie, what role, eh? "

Fang Shao did not expect that Chi Huan would suddenly ask this, which was originally a mess of bragging.

I was caught off guard at a glance and couldn't react at all.

Not to mention that there will be no records.

Chi Huan raised his eyebrows. "Why, is it because your mobile phone is out of power and cannot be used, or is my question difficult to answer?"

Fang Shao was pressed by her, and cold sweat gradually formed on her forehead, and the rhythm of breathing was chaotic. If she got close, she could see the panic in her eyes. After a few seconds, he raised his eyes and sneered. It ca n’t be deleted. Who knows if you have hooked up with several men at the same time and are afraid of being found, then delete all the records. "

Chi Huan heard that, and was sneering, but he heard the man raise his voice, provocatively, "You don't just want evidence, I give you evidence, there is a birthmark with a big fingernail on your left chest ... you If you want to prove it, you can take off your clothes and let everyone see for yourself. "

There was laughter all around.

Chi Huan's fingers curled up and he squeezed tightly.

birthmark?

She was innocent all over her, without any birthmarks at all.

This **** convinced her that she was afraid to take off her clothes, so she talked nonsense here.

The woman who first laughed at Ji Yu said, "Miss Chi, you each have different reasons for seeing flowers in the mist. We don't know who to believe. It's better to be wronged." Show it to us. "

"Just, look at me."

"........."

There aren't many biting voices, but most of them are optimistic.

After successive sounds of similar sounds started, another man's voice sounded, "Chi Huan, you have even hooked up with Fang Shao, oh, I remember your birthmark, but I don't remember Fang Shao as well. Is it on the left or the right ... "

This time, the hall laughed again.

"Oh, Miss Chi, you might not be able to take it off now ... If you don't take off, let's see, your reputation is really untenable."

"This ... I'm afraid I can't keep it off."

"The world is really cruel. Big beauty is big beauty. Even if it is the daughter of a corrupt official, the market is still so good."

"..."

No one can match the malicious intentions of the masses, so is Chi Huan.

Compared to the facts of logical reasoning, many people prefer to believe what they believe.

Even if these were fabricated out of thin air, what they want to see is nothing but the pride of the old days, who really cares what the truth looks like.

Chi Huan knew this very well. Her beautifully manicured nails had been stuck with thick blood due to excessive force. Her head was calm and calm, but she still couldn't stop the vertigo.

Fang Shao naturally saw her patience and anger, and she smiled with an inch of feet, "Chi Huan, do you take off or not, everyone is waiting ..."

A severe dull pain in his forehead interrupted his complacency.

With a "snap", a mug fell from the sky, hitting his forehead directly, and then shattered on the carpet, fragmented.

Shao Fang subconsciously touched his forehead, and immediately stained the blood with one hand, others were almost startled.

The whole scene was shocked by this sudden change.

The crowd looked up, but only had time to capture the hand of the "attacker".

A dark blue suit reveals a section of white inner shirt, and a silver watch on the wrist is looming.

Uproar.

Shao Fang responded that he had been smashed and yelled like crazy, "Who, which turtle grandson ... the security guards, are the hotel security guards dead?"

When Fang Shao's friends saw him injured, they naturally surrounded him.

His head was smashed under the broad court, how could the sister-in-law be willing, "Come on ... Go and find me the **** who hit me ..."

Before his words fell, the legs of the man were walking down the spiral staircase.

Dark trousers were ironed straight and meticulous. Black leather shoes stepped on the steps and fell down.

With a straight figure and a handsome man, he gradually appeared in the sight of everyone in the hall with a sense of indifference, and his short hair was originally indifferent, and covered with a thick haze like a cloud. It was perfect. The outline overflows with a cold indifference.

Mo Shiqian is very rare, it can even be said that he hardly appeared in front of everyone in such a high-profile way.

Even at the birthday reception of the Baijia Baisong last time, although there were people who noticed him, it was not dazzling.

So even Huan Chi didn't know that this man who had been with her for more than three years and now sleeping next to her now had a cold air field that was high enough to crush the entire venue like only the upper power.

So that she felt a strange, mixed with grievances, heart palpitations, and other emotions that were unclear and unknown.

She pursed her lips slowly, did he have something to do?

Bai Song looked at the man from far and near, she was clearer than anyone present, and Mo Shiqian was angry.

Knowing him for five or six years was the first time she had seen him angry.

Everyone looked at him. From the moment he appeared, his eyes fell on Chi Huan's body. It looked as if it was faint, but there was no leak and he ignored everyone else.

Mo Shiqian went straight to Chi Huan, stopped, raised her hand and touched her hair, glanced down at her dead hand, her voice was low, "Hand loose, eh?"

Her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, so her fingers loosened naturally.

When he looked up again, a mist finally filled his eyes.