The tone was full of disdain.
Wen Shu left at so point, and as for Han Mubai, after getting beaten down by her, he slunk away.
Now that he’s back, what’s the deal, does he want another beating?
Just as she finished speaking, her chin was forcibly lifted, and Tong Yan was compelled to look up.
What she saw shocked her.
Damn... it was actually the Movie King!
How could this be!
She must be hallucinating.
Haha, the unprompted reality hit her so hard she’s seeing things.
Tong Yan closed her eyes and opened them again, damn, it was still the Movie King.
How could the Movie King, filming far away in C City, show up here?
It must be a dream.
Tong Yan pinched hard, oh, no pain, definitely a dream.
"You pinched ," Bo Yimo said flatly, expressionless, his eyes as dark as ink, a pool of cold lake water, deep and tranquil, with a hint of chill.
Tong Yan stiffened, chuckling, "Accident, that was an accident."
She glanced at the pinched spot.
Better not to think about what happened after she looked...
It seed bruised...
# Seriously awkward, feels like death is near #
"Mr. Han?" Bo Yimo said coldly, "Hmm?"
Tong Yan shivered, the Movie King was terrifying.
Expressionless, his voice cold, it was as if she could see the chill constantly emanating.
"Misheard, I misheard," Tong Yan denied instinctively.
What Mr. Han, what Mr. Wen, she knew nothing.
Bo Yimo’s grip was firm, she couldn’t move at all, forced to et his gaze.
"Misheard?" Bo Yimo’s eyes showed faint anger, "Baby, how far have you and he gone?"
Terrifying.
The Movie King’s deanor was extrely frightening.
No extra movents, yet emitting a nacing aura everywhere, overwhelming.
Tong Yan was a bit intimidated, hurriedly explaining, "I have nothing with him, I ca to the orphanage to film, coincidentally ran into the mayor showing off, Han Mubai is his son, so we coincidentally t, we didn’t arrange anything privately."
They really had nothing, Movie King, please listen carefully to her explanation! (Reaching hand emoji)
Private eting...
Isn’t this the proverbial digging a deeper hole?
# Silly and naive Little Fatty is going further down the road to doom, not even ten bulls could pull her back #
# A mont of silence for her, An, may God bless her #
Bo Yimo’s expression cald, voice steady, showing no emotion, "Baby, you even thought of eting privately?"
Tong Yan: ...
Damn, why does it feel like the more she says, the worse it gets!
Feels like she’s been trapped in a maze!
Tong Yan didn’t dare admit, shook her head desperately, almost ready to raise her hand and swear, "Really, I swear. I have nothing to do with him."
She was truly innocent!
Bo Yimo bowed his head, eyes deep, giving the illusion of being drawn in when looked at closely, he was right above her, they were very close, with the slightest movent, they might touch.
"Baby, do you rember what I said before?"
His voice was very soft but echoed in her ear.
Hmm?
What words?
Tong Yan looked blank, he’d said so many things, which one did he an?
Bo Yimo remained expressionless, his eyes flashed with starlight, like a scattered starry sky, beautiful like a vast and limitless sky, speckled with light.
Suddenly, he bent down, lifting her with both hands, his voice cool, "Baby, how many days do you want to be unable to get out of bed?"
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