Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3565 When I am scumbag after the actor (65)

  He knows that Wen Haoqing's patience has always been very good, far better than him.

  "Come out and meet." He smoked too much, his voice was dumb, with a texture of sand: "I have something to tell you."

  Wen Haoqing didn't ask anything, he just said a word gently and calmly, and then waited for Han Zhe to hang up first. It was education and etiquette.

  Han Zhe sneered, feeling more or less that Wen Haoqing was quite capable of pretending, he had been pretending for more than 20 years, and he was carved in his bones.

  He never thought that a person born in the Wen family would be a gentleman, indifferent to fame and fortune.

  Jokes.

  Who do you want to believe in this circle?

  Han Zhe said the address, then hung up the phone directly, standing by the side of the road waiting for people to come, the night sky turned overcast, the cold wind suddenly began, and then there was a light rain, the whole world was gray and could not see the light.

  After half an hour,

  He saw the young and long figure on the corner of the street, melted in the darkness, but did not lose the semi-distinctive nobleness.

  The man is holding an umbrella, his eyebrows are half-concealed, and he comes in money, just like a gentleman in ancient times.

  Han Zhe looked at Wen Haoqing blankly.

  Wen Haoqing finally stopped in front of Han Zhe, a step away.

  One autumn rain and another cold, moonlight loomed in the darkness, the sky was overcast, and the streets were deserted and empty.

   The two stood facing each other, their temperaments were completely different, and they were born in two worlds.

  Long time.

"When did this happen."

  Han Zhe first opened his mouth, his eyes were cruel, and a bit shockingly cold. There was no expression on the face of Piansheng, and his voice fell with the cold rain, enveloping him with chills.

  Han Zhe never thought that one day Wen Haoqing would get involved with Song Bai.

  Never.

  The cold and crystal raindrops pattered and pattered, rolling down the black cold umbrella eaves, ticking down and hitting the ground, splashing out a circle of ripples, Wen Haoqing said gently and calmly: "A long time."

Han Zhe looked at the opposite actor, the shadow of the umbrella fell on him, Han Zhe smiled, his heart was empty, and the fire that had been pressing from nowhere rose from the bottom of his heart. He was really tired of Wen Haoqing Gujing Wubo's appearance. .

  Next second——

The   Bone Umbrella suddenly let go, and slammed heavily on the ground with a bang! Water splashed everywhere, and the puddles piled up in circles to shatter every inch of the gray sky.

Han Zhe’s phalanx jumped out of a terrifying blue and white, and he grabbed Wen Haoqing’s flat neckline with one hand, and drew the person in front of him, with his other hand clenched into a fist, without any reason. Hearing the harsh wind, it hit Wen Haoqing's face severely!

Wen Haoqing was forced to lean forward and staggered for a moment. The bone umbrella fell to the ground, and the rain fell on him. The cold penetrated into the bone marrow and the clothes were wet. His left hand was hanging on his side with distinct joints and a ring. It reflected the white and cold color, did not move, and received this punch for life.

The side face was hot and painful, it was breathtaking, and even a little numb. Wen Haoqing lowered his eyes, the shadow of the eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes, and the cold rain water slipped along the deep lines of his side face, sinking into the collar without temperature. , He looked indifferent, sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking his lower lip, the smell of blood and rust filled his mouth.

The punch was very fierce. It took almost ten percent of the force. It did not fall on the warm and delicate skin. It quickly turned blue, the corners of the lips were also torn, and the blood was dotted along the distinct jaw line. Slipping, there is a fragile and broken beauty.

  The sky is gloomy and the rain has been falling. This street has grown to no end. At this time, only two of them stood.

Han Zhe grabbed Wen Haoqing's neckline with one hand, and the other hand was still in the air. His eyes were cold and fierce, as if he had been in a cold pool for a long time. Seeing the movie emperor's motionless appearance, his eyes fell on Wen Haoqing's purple side. Face.

  Han Zhe was angry, but didn't expect Wen Haoqing to stand there motionless and let him fight.

   "What do you mean?" He sneered, somewhat sarcastically and disdainfully.

Wen Haoqing allowed his movements, licked the blood from the corners of her lips, raised her eyes after hearing these words, peach blossom eyes were tender, deep in the still water, raindrops fell on her eyelashes, and she rolled down and wiped it. Passing the corner of the eye, it looks like a mole.

"Have you lost your temper?" The actor's expression was calm from beginning to end, and he was elegant and well-dressed. Even when standing in the cold rain, his clothes were wet and the corners of his lips were blood clotting, he didn't appear to be embarrassed at all. He said, pushing unhurriedly. Opening Han Zhe's hand holding his collar, he smoothed out the messy neckline. The wrinkles on the snow were smoothed, and the cold white collarbone was also covered.

   Such a painless attitude gave Han Zhe the feeling of punching the cotton.

  His fingers hanging on his side tightened and loosened, repeatedly, his knuckles were white, and he said sharply: "What do you mean, I ask you!"

  "I suggest you calm down first." In the evening rain and autumn wind, the streets were dim, there was no moonlight or shadows, Wen Haoqing flicked the rain on his sleeves with a gentle and elegant attitude.

The more this happened, the more Han Zhe felt the ridiculous ridicule. He closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down. After a short period of silence, he did not know in what mood to ask such a sentence: "You know me Is it related to Song Bai before?"

  Wen Haoqing has a long body and looks at him calmly.

"She used to do everything possible to climb onto my bed and I held her out. Don't you think the word "Gold Master" is ironic." Han Zhe squinted his eyes and leaned back, leaning against the car door, with an unclear expression. Under the lazy appearance and talking and laughing, the words uttered out like a sharp blade were casually spoken by the owner: "We have done everything you did with her, dating, kissing, and even making love."

  The rain sounded sharply, and Wen Haoqing didn't have any expressions, "So what."

"Do you really mind, Wen Haoqing." Han Zhe lowered his eyes and lit a cigarette, because it was raining and the air mocked, but he didn't light it a few times. He pressed the lighter impatiently, making a clicking sound, a little lightly. In a mocking tone: "We have known each other for more than 20 years. Don't pretend to me. I don't know what kind of person you are, but I know."

"Such a person, like you, is like you. How did you accept it?" Han Zhe looked at the movie emperor deeply, and smiled, a little bit ridiculous: "When you called her the gold master, you thought about her once Have you ever called someone a gold master?"

  Actually, Han Zhe had nothing to do with Song Bai before, but he just wanted to stab Wen Haoqing with words. The more cruel he said, the more refreshing he would be. It's best to see Wen Haoqing lost his calm demeanor and once fell from the altar in the mud.

  It’s just that sometimes the mask stays for a long time and it’s difficult to take it off.

   "That can only be the past." Wen Haoqing stood in the rain, his fingertips randomly wiped the corners of his lower lip, his white fingertips were cold and there was no trace of temperature, and when he looked down, he could see the blood on the fingertips.

  (End of this chapter)