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When the tip of Tang He's shoe was half a foot away from Wu Yue, he stopped.
There is an obvious difference in height between the two people. Tang He is tall, with long and straight legs wrapped in black trousers. He only wears a white shirt on his upper body, with the hem tucked into the waistband of his trousers. The classic Herm¨¨s belt divides the proportions perfectly. to an extreme.
When I saw Wu Yue, who had a high nose bridge, I felt a sense of oppression.
"Tang He."
Wu Yue smiled, trying to cover up the disparity in aura between the two, "Bo Ye is currently involved in a lawsuit and has tens of thousands of comments online. He might be in jail one day. Instead of fooling around here, why don't you go out more often? Help him think about how to get out."
Tang He¡¯s lips curled up slightly, ¡°How to escape, isn¡¯t it up to you?¡±
When Wu Yue heard this, his smile froze at the corner of his mouth, "What do you mean by this?"
The corner of Tang He's eye lightly brushed against Zhou Biyao's face, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, making her feel like a sword hanging from her neck. His eyes were deep, and the rippling shadows in his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.
Chu Rong was sitting on pins and needles and also stepped down from his seat.
Seeing her footsteps approaching, Tang He pointed at Wu Yue and said, "I'll give you a chance to apologize to my woman."
"Are you kidding me?" Wu Yue sneered and poked Chu Rong with his index finger, "You want me to apologize to a yellow-haired girl?"
Tang He raised his hand and held his index finger in his palm, "Don't forget, I gave you a chance."
There were cold ice thorns in his eyes. Chu Rong had seen Tang He's methods before, and every time she thought about it, she still had lingering fears. She really didn't like his way of responding to violence with violence.
Chu Rong hugged the man's arm and pressed it down, "It's too stuffy here, let's go."
??Wu Yue dared to be so arrogant today because he expected that Tang He would not be able to do anything to him. After all, the current situation was at the cusp of the storm. If there was any trouble, the Tang family and the Bo family would really be in dire straits.
"If you want to mess with me, you have to clean up the mess at home first."
Wu Yue flicked the lapel of his clothes, stretched out one hand, and hugged Zhou Biyao's shoulders tightly. Everything was under control. The bigger the public opinion, the more beneficial it would be for him.
After Zhou Biyao raised his gaze, it fell on Tang He's face for a moment. His beautifully trimmed eyebrows moved closer to the center slightly, with a worried look on his face. She was in the entertainment industry, and although she was unknown, Tang He's famous name was known to everyone in this circle. Not everyone could bear that kind of method. Is it really okay for Wu Yue to dare to offend him like this?
???Looking carefully, Tang He didn¡¯t have any anger on his face.
The man¡¯s long right arm hangs on his thigh, and his left hand is still in his trouser pocket. He stands motionless in a noble posture, like an exquisite sculpture. A slight smile slowly appeared on his thin lips, and Tang He's voice was clear and beautiful, "Please clean up your own mess first."
¡°What¡¯s wrong with me?¡±
Outside the screening room, the door was slightly open. With the light coming in from outside, a small dark shadow was quickly reflected on the ground. Chu Rong's eyes missed Zhou Biting's earlobe and looked out.
Hu Zhangyan¡¯s short head got in, holding a professional paparazzi camera in his hand.
Her eyes were fixed on the back of Wu Yue hugging others, and the colors in her eyes were like icebergs roasted by high temperature, falling off piece by piece, and finally melted into moist mist.
Chu Rong glanced at Tang He, and it turned out that he had planned everything beforehand.
The man was not in a hurry to expose it, "How can it not be considered a mess when two women are playing around at the same time?"
Hu Zhangyan¡¯s light footsteps were buried in the background music of the movie. From the time she walked in the door until she stopped two meters away from Wu Yue, he was not aware of her.
"You don't need to stir up trouble." Wu Yue rubbed his fingers carefully on Zhou Biyao's shoulders. When he turned his eyes to the woman's face, his eyes were full of affection, "She is the only one I like."
Tang He's eyes narrowed, "I heard that you are engaged."
"Ah Yue was forced. He will never marry that woman." Zhou Biyao interrupted at the right time.
Hu Zhangyan¡¯s tears, full and glistening, fell on her chest one by one, and her heart inside was almost shattered.
If she hadn¡¯t seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that the man who was so obedient to her was actually a white-eyed wolf behind his back!
It¡¯s a waste of her infatuation, and it¡¯s a waste of the Hu family¡¯s help in times of need!
Wu Yue's palm slid down to Zhou Biyao's waist, "Why are you explaining so much to him? Do we need to prove anything to others?"
&nbbsp; Following the elevator, the two of them went down to the underground parking lot.
Chu Rong sat in the passenger seat and saw the sports car slowly sliding out. She put down the backpack on her back and hugged it to her chest.
Tang He turned the endoscope toward her, "Have you slept enough?"
"Huh?" Chu Rong looked at him.
The man turned on the turn signal and drove the car onto the highway, "Watching a movie with me is so boring?"
She figured out that Tang He wanted to settle the score with his wife.
"The movie is too boring."
"Isn't it funny?"
Is it funny?
Chu Rong pursed her lips. She didn¡¯t remember that his laughing point was so low. If that kind of inexplicable video could be called funny, she might as well be watching cartoons.
The cool sports car was driving on the spacious road. Chu Rong knew his temper and did not make a verbal rebuttal. She tucked her loose bangs behind her ears and looked out of the car with clear eyes. A pair of familiar eyes.
In another car that was passing by, Ye Xiaoxi was sitting in the back seat, with the window halfway down. Her sharp gaze was aimed at Chu Rong.
In just a moment, the two cars went in opposite directions.
Chu Rong didn't even have time to see clearly whether there was really a smile on Ye Xiaoxi's thin lips, or whether she had seen it wrong.
How could Ye Xiaoxi smile at her?
Chu Rong retracted his eyes. For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, as if something was going to happen to her.
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