As deep as you are as hell

I said disgustedly: "Why is it called Wanda Bar? It seems that your taste...is not high."

"Sister Jiaojiao, it took me a long time to choose this name. Wan means everything is going well, and Da means Da of business development. See how good the implication is." His hands carelessly wrapped my shoulders.

But Chu Ting said suddenly: "Chen Jiao, I want to drink water."

There are so many waiters here, why does he ask me to help with errands?
Even so, I still went to get a cup of warm water for Chu Ting, and Jin Ye and I resumed chatting.

"This is a gift to congratulate you on your successful opening, and I don't know if you like it or not." I handed over a gift box.

"It's a Swiss Vacheron Constantin high-end watch, sister Jiaojiao, how do you know I've wanted this for a long time?"

I haven't opened the gift box that Hou Han gave me before, but now I feel that Hou Han puts more effort into it than the gift I prepared originally.

I smiled and didn't answer.

Amid the din of people, I turned my head, but saw Qin Lang, and was taken aback: "Why did you invite Qin Lang?"

"Sister Jiaojiao, do you know him? The housekeeper will organize the whole opening ceremony of mine this time, and the housekeeper has invited all the prominent figures in the circle who can be called names. Maybe the business of Shengrui Hospital has been very good recently."

Shengrui Hospital is the pet hospital run by Qin Lang.

I remembered that when Qin Lang and Xie Chen'an were dealing with each other a few nights ago, I vaguely heard that they seemed to be talking about funding issues.

If Shengrui's recent momentum should not be underestimated, then where did Qin Lang get the money to bring Shengrui back to life?
Jin Ye looked at my furrowed brows: "Sister Jiaojiao, your complexion doesn't seem right, let me help you to sit on the sofa."

It was Chu Ting who moved one step faster than him.

When I sat down on the sofa, it became me and Chu Ting alone again.

I lowered my head and sipped the warm and delicious plum juice in small sips.

"You seem to be avoiding me intentionally or unintentionally recently?"

Chu Ting never made me guess what he was thinking. For example, why did he appear from the president's office on the 26th floor to the staff cubicle on the fifth floor tonight?
For example, why does he care so much about my emotions?
"No, it's just that I haven't had a good rest recently."

I didn't want to get close to Chu Ting because I was afraid that the whirlpool behind him would make me die without a place to bury him.

Although he stood up for me, he really killed Xie Chen'an, didn't he?

Chu Ting didn't show any attitude of belief or disbelief, and changed the topic: "Should I go to Qin Lang now and solve the things that should have been resolved as soon as possible."

What should be settled...is it a divorce?

I changed my mind and thought, this is indeed a good time.

At the very least, Qin Lang didn't dare to attack me in public.

I got up and walked towards Qin Lang.

The divorce agreement was placed on the table. When I thought about it, I found it a bit ironic. How can the relationship between people be determined by external things?
A marriage certificate can prove that a man and a woman are a legal couple, and a divorce agreement can tear apart the relationship between husband and wife, turning them into strangers who never get along with each other.

"Your name and fingerprints are on it. I signed it too. Let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau sometime."

If it weren't for the delay in the divorce, I would never want to see Qin Lang again in my life.

He just makes me sick.

"Why?" Qin Lang had a glass of red wine in his hand, and the fruity liquid was quickly poured onto the thin piece of paper.

I took out the copy calmly: "Then what if I say, I am divorced from this marriage today?"

I let out a nonchalant smile.

I haven't settled the account with Qin Lang about selling my wife for money and cheating in marriage. How can it be considered too much to let him leave the house and spit out the things he has privately embezzled?
"Qin Lang, isn't your Zhu Qianqian all right? I'll give you a chance to let you stay and fly together. Don't disappoint my kindness." I'm sure that Chu Ting's eyes have been on me, so I have the confidence to be here with Qin Lang say.

Qin Lang pointed at me angrily, but I preempted him.

"Hey, if these videos are handed over to the Animal Protection Association and the discipline inspection department, do you think you can keep your life? Zhu Qianqian just came out, but you want to go in. Tsk tsk tsk, what a beautiful love."

Qin Lang saw clearly the interface that lit up on my phone, and his face changed drastically in an instant!
"Why do you have these videos?" His face suddenly became horribly distorted, and he was about to grab my phone!
Qin Lang's wrist was suddenly squeezed hard: "Don't touch her."

Chu Ting's brows and eyes were calm, without waves or ripples.But the temperament on his body was backlogged, thunderous.

I have seen his thunderbolt method, and I also remembered the determination I made some time ago, but at this moment, there are still intricate emotions intertwined in my heart.

"Which onion are you, you dare to meddle in Lao Tzu's business?" Qin Lang was full of impatience, and looked at it for a while before remembering that he had seen Chu Ting at least several times.

He squinted his eyes and said sarcastically: "You want such broken shoes, she doesn't know which wild man's bastard is pregnant in her stomach..."

The left uppercut swung from my side and hit Qin Lang hard on the jaw.

I was taken aback.

Qin Lang's eyes were scarlet, and while cursing my unclear relationship with Chu Ting, he threw his fist at Chu Ting.

Most of what he used was brute strength, just like the fights of local hooligans.

As for Chu Ting's skills... it seems that he has undergone systematic and long-term training, and Qin Lang has no advantage over him at all.

The suit and shirt restricted Chu Ting's activities, and Qin Lang took the opportunity to grab his sleeve, scratching and scratching at Chu Ting like a shrew.

Chu Ting's arm... I seem to have just seen entrenched, clawed scars, but Jin Ye covered his eyes from behind.

He had someone take me away before he dealt with the drama.

It wasn't until one o'clock in the morning, when I was sitting outside the bar that I was almost covered in blood from mosquito bites, that I finally saw Chu Ting come out of it.

His forehead was injured, and a Band-Aid was casually pasted on it.

My heart suddenly tightened.

It's really too similar, the temperament of Chu Ting and that man in Yuye is really too similar! I think of the string of prayer beads stained with blood.

It's a pity that the clues on the Buddha beads have been interrupted a long time ago.

I found an unopened and used black mask from my bag, and handed it to Chu Ting: "Do you want to wear a mask to cover the wound?"

There was a bruise at the corner of his mouth.

Chu Ting looked at me intently, with a pair of amber eyes that couldn't distinguish the emotions.

My heart is jumping into my throat.

I remember clearly the stiff cloth, injured arm and black mask that man was wearing that day.

The man's lips brushed my hair unintentionally through the mask, and the hand covering me seemed to be involved in the wound, and he let out a low whisper.

Jin Ye chased up from behind, panting: "No, what are you two doing here? It's getting late, go back quickly. Oh, by the way, can you still drive, Mr. Chu? If you can't drive, I will send you off go home."

I regret not being able to see Chu Ting wearing a black mask...

"Let's go, let's get in the car." He stuffed a person into the car with one hand, Chu Ting rested in the back seat with his eyes closed, and I sat in the co-pilot, chatting with Jin Ye casually.