Huo Weiting took Song Yan to another leisure chair. Where Huo Weiting was there, the men who coveted Song Yan's beauty became much more restrained.

During the three-hour dance party, Song Yan stayed quietly by Huo Weiting.

Guo Ziming was standing beside Song Yimin. He would follow him anywhere she went. The upper class said that Guo Ziming was considerate and gentle.

In the Song Dynasty, one was guarded by Huo Weiting, the other was guarded by Guo Ziming. The two men seemed to have reached a tacit understanding.

When the dance party was about to end, Song Yan stood up with her skirt and walked out of the dance party, walked through a very long corridor, and entered the women's bathroom.

She washed her hands inside, stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself for a while.

At this moment, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Song Yimin also walked in with her skirt, then stood beside her, unscrewed the water from the faucet, washed her hands, and then took out her makeup bag and repaired her makeup.

After finishing the makeup, Song Yimin looked back at her and asked, "Xiao Yan, do you want to make up your makeup? Your face looks really ugly."

Song Yan was wearing a mask and only showed half of her face. No matter how bad it looked, it would not be ugly. It was obvious that this was ironic.

"No, some things are not suitable for me."

"It's good that you have self-know. I'm different now than before. Don't worry, Ye Jue is yours. I won't snatch you. You don't need to be so indifferent to me. At least we lived in the same room and slept in the same room. Although I'm no longer your cousin, I'm older than you. If you want, you can continue to call me sister. Go out later, my sister can also cover you." Song Yimin red. Her lips curled up, and a smug smile appeared on her face. Seeing that Song Yan had no smile on her face, she felt that Song Yan must be about to be angry.

Thanks to her necklace!

Song Yan was not annoyed either. She believed that something had happened in the wrong way, which made the people of the Huo family mistakenly think that Song Yimin was a long-lost lady.

She took a step forward and said, "Song Yimin, will I still not know you? Your roots are in the village. You were born in the old Song family. You are covered with the blood of the Song family. You are not a child of the Huo family at all. I will find evidence to expose you."

"You go, go whatever you want, what am I afraid of?" Song Yimin looked fearless, but a cold chill flashed through his eyes.

Everyone in the village Songwu knew that she was from the Song family. If the Huo family really wanted to investigate, they would probably find out soon that she needed a witness, a powerful witness...prove that she was brought back from outside.

Her parents are not enough. If her grandfather Song Jiang could come forward, it would be even more able to prove her authenticity.

Song Yan looked at her coldly, and then refused to say more to Song Yimin, so she turned around and left the bathroom.

Song Yimin narrowed her eyes, looked at Song Yan's back as she left, and clenched her hands tightly.

...

In another wing room of Yingbing Hotel, Ye Jue walked out in a military uniform. Ye Minglang shook hands with several leaders. Ye Jue stood behind Ye Minglang, and the leaders were talking and laughing!

After the old leaders asked Ye Minglang about his well-being, they said a few words to Ye Jue. Ye Jue nodded and sent them away.

Just as he and Ye Minglang walked into the elevator together, they saw a familiar figure walking by quickly.

The woman was wearing a white dress, a black cat-faced mask on her face, and a string of red beads on her hands, which were Song Yan's body accessories.

After Ye Jue greeted several leaders, he quickly withdrew from the hotel.

He stood at the elevator door and watched the elevator door close before he turned around and followed the figure.

Song Yan walked quickly, Ye Jue followed her. After a while, she stopped in front of a club. She reached out and was about to pull it away, but a man suddenly walked out of it.

Song Yan stopped and took a few steps back as the tiger-faced masked man walked over.

The man with a tiger-faced mask said, "What is your relationship with Boss Huo? You two are quite familiar with each other. He takes good care of you very much. Are you her Xiaomi, Er. Milk, or I just met..."

Song Yan sneered, bent down, lifted her skirt, exposed her white legs and said, "Do you really want to know what my relationship with Boss Huo?"

The man with tiger-faced masked eyes stared at her legs, his eyes were almost straightening, and he fantasized about the scene of these legs on his shoulders, and he was excited to think about it: "Do you know who I am? What's the good thing about that old man? He has changed many women, and you will be replaced soon after he follows him. Moreover, he is already married and I'm not married. You can consider following me. I can give you a marriage that he can't give you."

Song Yan smiled, raised the ring in her hand and said, "Sir, you forgot, I'm already married."

She suddenly felt her fingers, lifted the hem of the skirt up, and said, "But... because you appreciate me so much, I can still give you a gift that satisfies you."

The man with tiger face mask grinned, his laughter was a little obscene, and then he reached over. When he was about to touch Song Yan's face, Song Yan suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his wrist, then raised his feet and kicked him hard into his crotch.

one time!

Two moves!

Three strokes!

Five consecutive strokes!

Then he shook the man's hand hard, held his head, bent his knees under his waist and abdomen.

The man's face turned blue in pain.

When Song Yan let go of his head, he fell directly to the ground, holding his crotch in his hands, rolling on the ground and cursing: "You bitch..."

Song Yan raised and kicked the man away.

Then he took off his long legs, stepped over his legs, and went straight into the dance party.

The man with tiger-faced mask rolled on the ground for a long time before he recovered. He stood up with his lower abdomen, held the wall beside him, and cursed: "Bitch, I'm waiting for you to be tired of being played with and thrown away like a rag, then..."

Suddenly someone patted his shoulder twice.

The man with a tiger-faced mask turned around and looked.

A man in a uniform stood straight behind him, and he shouted with a grumpy temper: "What are you doing?"

"I want to ask for the same thing as you."

"What are you? You dare to ask me for something..."

"Bang!" Before the last word was finished, the man with a tiger-faced mask was punched by Ye Jue.

When the mask encountered an iron fist, it was broken into pieces.

Half of his face suddenly appeared bruised.

Then, Ye Jue kicked the man in the crotch.

The man screamed in pain, covered his crotch with his hands, and shouted while jumping: "It hurts so much, it hurts so much, you... who are you? What kind of grudge do I have with you..."

Ye Jue took a cold face, took a step forward, raised his foot high, kicked the man in the face sideways, and vomited coldly: "The woman you want to sleep with is my wife!"
Chapter completed!