With a bang, Mu Baoer, who tragically hit a streetlight, fell to the ground and fainted.
Han Lie stared at Mu Baoer lying on the ground, his chest still heaving with anger, the rain soaked him, and he had never been so embarrassed.
This stinky girl, this crazy girl.
"Stop pretending to be dead. Do you think I will let you go if you lie still? How dare you hit me? You can't hope to continue to survive in this society. I will make you completely cornered."
But facing his anger, Mu Baoer remained motionless.
Han Lie snorted coldly: "I hit someone so hard just now, now I'm pretending to be dead. Okay, just slowly pretend here and see how long you can pretend."
Too lazy to pay attention to her anymore, Han Lie walked into the villa angrily and rushed upstairs to take a shower and wash his hair.
After taking a shower, I looked in the mirror at the swollen corners of my lips, and my cold face looked even worse.
As the saying goes, a gentleman talks with his words but never with his hands. This woman is really pretty and crazy. He will definitely let her get out of his sight tomorrow.
After walking back to the bedroom and taking a sip of hot coffee, he sat down and looked at his watch. It was already midnight after all this fuss.
I have a meeting tomorrow, so I need to have a good rest. Damn it, it’s all because of that woman.
With a cold face and a livid face, he closed the floor-to-ceiling curtains. The corner of his eyes drifted downstairs unintentionally. In the hazy rain and mist, under the street lamp, the woman was still lying there.
He squinted his eyes and felt something was wrong. At this time, there was no need to pretend! Why was that woman still lying down?
Did he really faint?
Humph, but what does this have to do with him? If she dared to hit him, even if she died, that would be the price she should pay for it.
Don't expect a man like him to have any conscience. One more blood on his hands will not be much. Especially for a woman who has offended him again and again, he did not sell her to the underworld as a prostitute.
.Female is pretty good. Anyone who dares to attack him will die.
Han Li lowered the curtains and smoked a cigar against the window. The cigarette butts lit up in the darkness.
Staring at the ceiling in the darkness, I couldn't help but admire those stubborn eyes, bright and annoying.
Just thinking about her eyes would make him want to destroy the light inside.
But at the same time as I was disgusted, I also had another indescribable feeling, as if those eyes were closed from now on...
"S, hit, dying here has polluted my land." Han Lie snuffed out the cigarette butt, "You're lucky!"
He returned to the garden and pulled the woman up. He originally planned to drag her in, but the sticky moisture on his hands made him frown.
When she raised her hand, she saw that the palm of her slender palm was badly worn and the flesh and blood were blurred.
This woman is quite tolerant.
Han Lie snorted, condescendingly picked her up and walked into the villa.
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When Mu Baoer woke up, she thought she had ascended to heaven because her body was so soft and warm.
She hadn't felt this way for a long time, and she couldn't help but want to roll a few times in such a comfortable cloud, but as soon as she rolled, the pain on her body immediately made her grit her teeth. She had never heard of pain in heaven.
"You're awake." There was a gentle voice beside him.
Mu Baoer opened his eyes and saw an uncle in his fifties with a kind smile standing by the window. He had thick eyes and was wearing a doctor's white robe. He was looking at her happily, which made people feel reassured.