Bo Jinghan never expected that her words would arouse the endless thoughts of this old pervert, and then he would tell her a story at this time!
And this story, in the mouth of this old pervert, was so long, so warm, so romantic, and so detailed. But in Bo Jinghan's memory, she had also seen the diary left by her grandmother.
In the book, there are only a few words, a hasty summary, and there is an indescribable boredom in the tone.
Obviously, this story is an old drama - the falling flowers follow the flowing water intentionally, but the flowing water has no intention of falling in love with the falling flowers!
But this guy spoke with gusto and didn't give anyone any chance to interrupt.
In other words, Bo Jinghan wanted to interrupt, but Mu Jue gave him a look at this moment, which made Bo Jinghan and Mo Huan, who were originally looking for a chance to escape, calm down their thoughts and find themselves in this strange atmosphere.
, where Bo Jinghan couldn't help but want to strangle the old pervert to death at any time when he heard the story.
This is an absolute torture for Bo Jinghan.
If she puts herself in her shoes, anyone would be able to understand her feeling as if she was being roasted on a fire.
It's just that she's not messy.
She secretly warned herself over and over again in her heart to be calm, calm, and maintain absolute rationality. The more this happened, the more rational she needed. Only in this way could she seize the opportunity and save herself at the critical moment...
But God knows, in these tormenting minutes and seconds, she once again felt in a trance in her mind. And in that trance, she seemed to see the familiar face of Lu Yan. That evil and domineering face,
A man as handsome as the sun and the moon.
If he was by her side and he was in hell the next second, she wouldn't have any regrets, right?
Damn, what was she thinking!
Edwards' voice was still whispering in his ears. But Jinghan Bo was so frightened by his thoughts that he shivered and quickly woke up...
On the other side, sitting on the only intact sofa in the bar private room, Lu Yan seemed to sense something and couldn't help but sneeze.
His eyes, filled with fatigue and anger, flashed with tenderness for a moment.
Immediately, it quickly passed away, leaving only the cruel cold light and evil deceit, accompanied by the cold smile on the corner of the mouth, reflected in the eyes of the people kneeling on the ground in front of them, making people feel cold from the soles of their feet to the heart.
On the top of my head, my scalp couldn't help but feel numb.
"Young Master Lu, Master Lu, Uncle Lu...I, I really said everything! I have told you everything I know, please, please, for the sake of——"
"I said, as long as you tell me what I want, I can let you go."
The person in front of me was speaking tremblingly, and his teeth kept chattering.
Lu Yan, however, was impatient and interrupted his begging for mercy. He glanced at him coldly, then withdrew his gaze and said a word indifferently.
The man couldn't help but tremble again.
But his eyes were restless, spinning around.
If he hadn't lowered his head to cover it up, anyone who wasn't blind would have been able to see the obvious unwillingness and calculation in his eyes, right?
It’s just that the situation is compelling!
At this moment, no matter how much he plots, he can't figure it out under the absolute suppression of power.
Especially... there was a "lesson from the past" lying at his feet.
