"My woman, are you qualified to touch her?" Coldly, it was not Zhang Haotian who grabbed He Shuyan's arm, but Shangguan Wudao.
"Huh!" He stared at Yan Xiaolan and Shangguan Wudao fiercely, and He Shuyan angrily took Zhang Haotian's hand and walked away.
"Tick!"
Her eyes were blurred, and a few tears finally overflowed into Yan Xiaolan's eyes. Then they flowed down her thin cheeks and fell heavily to the ground, causing tears to splash everywhere.
The figures of Zhang Haotian and He Shuyan had disappeared. Yan Xiaolan looked bitterly at the cold and violent man standing in front of her. He actually made the decision without authorization and took her away by force... It was really hateful and should be punished with death!
Yan Xiaolan also thought about too many words and wanted to scold Shangguan for being unethical, but such a shrew's behavior was not something that just any woman could do. Anyway, Yan Xiaolan did not behave like a shrew.
Come to disgust people.
Shangguan Wudao's lips curved into a cold smile, and he didn't care at all about Yan Xiaolan's vicious eyes. He just glanced at Yan Xiaolan with disdain, and then quickly disappeared from Yan Xiaolan's face.
Who would have thought that the most precious thing that Shangguan Wudao had just taken away... was Yan Xiaolan's first kiss?!!! Well, who said a first kiss is worthless? That's pure nonsense!
In the two years since they had been dating Zhang Haotian, the most intimate actions between Yan Xiaolan and Zhang Haotian were just him carrying her and hugging her. Even when they were about to leave, Zhang Haotian would just print a kiss on Yan Xiaolan's forehead or cheek.
The last kiss was as warm and warm as jade. Yan Xiaolan had never experienced such a harmonious relationship with Shangguan Wudao just now.
It didn't matter that she lost her first kiss. What broke Yan Xiaolan's body and mind was that in front of Zhang Haotian, her long-held first kiss was actually taken away by a man who almost raped her.
"Xiaodong, in your heart... you must be hating me now, right? Hate, hate can make you happy, then you can hate me, I am willing to bear all the sins alone!" Yan Xiaolan thought, what will be lost again?
She couldn't come back, and her mind was filled with sorrow! She had never been a strong person, with no strong appearance, no strong words, and no strong heart.
It was obviously a mistake to come to West Lake today. They had already broken up and should not come again. But Yan Xiaolan couldn't resist her nostalgia for the past.
Feeling intuitively that her relationship with Zhang Haotian was really doomed, Yan Xiaolan dragged her heavy steps back.
After finally returning home, the landline suddenly rang. Yan Xiaolan picked up the call and heard the voice of a magnetic middle-aged man.
"Xiaolan, it's me!"
In an instant, Yan Xiaolan's hand holding the microphone trembled, and the microphone made a free fall and fell to the ground.
"Xiaolan, Xiaolan, Xiaolan... I am your uncle. I know that I have done wrong before. Please forgive me... Where are you now? I will pick you up and let's go home..."
Unfortunately, Yan Xiaolan could no longer hear these words. She ran to the bathroom and cried again. After crying, she returned to the living room, hung up the phone with a busy signal, and then looked for a Michael Jackson album.
Put the disc into the dvd.
For a moment, earth-shaking rock music rang out in the living room! Only in this deafening music could Yan Xiaolan not think about anything.
In this rental house, the three girls Yan Xiaolan, Liu Qingqing, and Yingzi each face life in their own way. Yingzi relies on alcohol to anesthetize herself and is drunk all day long; Liu Qingqing relies on fantasy to support herself and lives in dreams all day long.
Carefree; and Yan Xiaolan, she relies on music to indulge herself and sway gracefully.
After a long time, the rock music suddenly stopped without any warning. Yan Xiaolan continued to rock it a few more times, then opened her eyes in confusion, and saw the unruly, cold-blooded man in white sitting on the sofa... Shangguan Wudao!