he is intoxicated

Sir and Huo Beiyao actually knew each other!

Nan Hua felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

The mind went blank.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

When she came to her senses and hurriedly turned her head to look, the husband had already retreated outside the door.

Nan Hua only saw the corner of his black windbreaker flash by.

It was very similar to the black windbreaker he wore in the surveillance that day.

Nan Hua ran after her.

After chasing to the door, I saw his tall and slender figure, who happened to disappear into the elevator.

By the time Nanhua caught up, the elevator had already closed.

She pressed the elevator button hard, but the elevator went down.

She hurried to another elevator, pressing her fingers like a chicken pecking rice.

After 1 minute, finally took the elevator.

When she took the elevator to the downstairs lobby, how could there be a shadow of the husband?

It was as if he had evaporated from the world.

Nan Hua couldn't tell what she was feeling, and no adjectives could describe how complicated her mood was now.

Something in my heart seemed to be collapsing.

No, that's not sir, certainly not.

It is absolutely impossible for Mr. Huo Beiyao to be a friend!

Nan Hua picked up her phone and called her husband.

Called several times but no one answered.

She sent him another message: Sir, are you drunk today?Do you know Huo Beiyao?

Her fingers were trembling slightly, and she couldn't help but panic.

The text message was sent like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no reply for a long time.

This has happened before, and Nan Hua never took it to heart at that time, because she knew that her husband was busy and would definitely come back when he was free.

But now...

Nan Hua turned and walked towards the elevator.

She wanted to go up to Huo Beiyao and ask him to find out.

She felt cheated, played with.

Be calculated by them!

Turn a corner.

Nan Hua met Mu Yan who was panting head-on.

Seeing her devastated appearance, Mu Yan asked worriedly, "A Hua, are you alright?"

With a pale face, Nan Hua pretended to be calm and said, "It's okay, how about you?"

"It's okay, I just got rid of that smelly hooligan in the house, and I came to see you. Did that dead-bearded assistant director do anything to you?"

Nan Hua looked down at her red arm and the wrinkled dress, and said, "It's okay, I just ran into Huo Beiyao, and the bearded man is in his room."

When Mu Yan heard this, she cursed.

She grabbed Nan Hua's hand, "Let's go! I'm going to teach him a lesson! If I don't chop off his hand tonight, my aunt and grandma won't be named Mu!"

Nan Hua said dumbly, "Okay."

The two took the elevator to the VIP room on the top floor.

Push open the door.

The beard is still lying on the ground.

Curling a pair of scorched hands, huddled in the corner of the wall.

The already ugly facial features became more wretched due to the pain, and the scalp was bloody, covered with blood and broken glass.

How embarrassing and embarrassing it is.

Huo Beiyao sat on the black leather couch leisurely, his handsome facial features seemed to be outlined by a paintbrush, deep, delicate, and carved.

Long legs folded lazily, slender fingers holding a carved transparent wine glass, eyes slightly lowered, drinking dull wine.

High-strength whiskey, poured into his mouth like drinking plain water.

Nan Hua's heart tightened, and she instinctively wanted to step forward to stop her, but she suppressed the words again.

Drink it.

It's best to drink to death.

It's cheaper, Lin Yanyan.

Sheng Chuan put down his wine glass, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Nanhua, "Oh, isn't this Miss Shen? You still know how to come back. I thought you ran away with someone like last time."

Nanhua ignored his sarcasm, walked straight to Huo Beiyao, and asked, "Do you know Mr.?"

Huo Beiyao raised his slightly red eyes, glanced at her, his eyes were slightly stupefied, his handsome face was expressionless, and he said flatly, "Mr.

"Don't pretend. Just now, Mr. Huo clearly called you Mr. Huo, and I heard it clearly. "

Huo Beiyao raised his glass.

He squinted at the amber foreign wine inside, his eyes were gloomy.

After two seconds.

A sneer slowly appeared on the corners of his pretty lips, and he raised the corners of his eyes slightly, his tone was cold and uninhibited: "So what if I hear it?"

Nan Hua straightened her back, "If you admit it openly, I won't think too much about it. If you have to quibble, I will doubt it instead."

"Go home and stay if you have nothing to do, and don't run around outside in the middle of the night when women's houses are at home." Huo Beiyao ordered indifferently.

The white finger bones pinched the wine glass and handed it to his lips.

Just as he was about to pour it into his mouth, Nanhua stepped forward and grabbed the cup to prevent him from drinking, "Tell me, who is the gentleman? What's your relationship?"

Huo Beiyao's patience seemed to have reached its limit, and there was a trace of anxiety in his tone, "Shen Nanhua, are you annoying?"

"You tell me, I'll leave right away, otherwise I'll keep pestering you here and annoy you to death." Nanhua's stubbornness came up.

Huo Beiyao's eyes froze, he raised his hand suddenly, and waved it over the wine glass.

The wine glass fell to the ground.

Broken into pieces.

A tiny piece of debris jumped onto Nanhua's feet.

To complement the dress, she wore a pair of ankle-colored low-heeled shoes tonight, which were exposed.

Just a thin opening was cut by the sharp edge of the glass slag, and a very thin thread of blood oozes out.

Seeing the bright red, Huo Beiyao's eyes hardened, and he felt a tightness in his chest.

He took a deep breath, "Can you stop wearing these shoes all the time?"

Nan Hua was also annoyed, "Are you sick? It was you who threw the wine glass and cut my foot. What's the matter with the shoes?"

"Yes, I'm sick, can you go?"

"You haven't told me what's going on, sir." Nan Hua insisted on breaking the casserole and asking the end.

Never give up until the goal is achieved.

"I can't say a word." Huo Beiyao threw his shoulders back.

He raised his hand to cover his forehead and eyes, not looking at her.

The perfectly curved lips were pursed into a straight arc, revealing determination and arrogance.

An attitude of "I won't say anything, you can do nothing to me".

There was a sense of bohemian rejection all over his body.

Nanhua had nothing to do with him for a while.

I was so angry that my stomach was on fire.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the irritability in her heart.

Sheng Chuan picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and said, "Miss Shen, let me be fair. Every time you have an accident, it is A Yao who stands up for you. But everyone should say thank you, but you Well, without a word of thanks, and acting like an interrogator, catching A Yao aggressively and asking non-stop, isn't it kind?"

Nanhua said calmly, "Doctor Sheng, this is between me and him."

The implication: don't meddle.

Sheng Chuan frowned, "I just don't like it, if you didn't look like A Yao's dead wife, do you think he would talk to you?"

There was a cold smile on the corner of Nan Hua's lips, "So Dr. Sheng thinks what I should do to suit you? Do you want to give him your body?"

Sheng Chuan choked.

half an hour.

He said dully: "If you want to, it's not impossible. You won't suffer from following A Yao."

Mu Yan couldn't get used to it, so she sneered: "What age is it, and you still engage in this kind of feudal remnants. Besides, is he worthy of the surname Huo? How did Nanhua die, he didn't have any shit in his mind?"

Huo Beiyao suddenly raised his eyes, and glanced at her sharply with cold and unwarmed eyes.

Mu Yan was stunned.

He was frightened by his cold, sharp eyes like blades.

A person who is so eloquent can't speak a single word.

However, Huo Beiyao refused to let her go, and stared at her aggressively, "Tell me, what's going on with you tonight?"