Cold President: Ex-wife is hard to chase

Chapter 477 Jade-faced Asura (2)
There are even rumors in the market that as long as Ningxia makes a move, there will be no lawsuit lost, but the legal fee is also staggering.

No matter how exaggerated the rumors in the market are, with such a person helping him, Ye Chen knew that the chances of winning must be much better, but... She raised the corners of her lips and smiled self-deprecatingly. She was powerless to commit these crimes. Go and say you're innocent.

Ziwei, how much do you hate me that you are planning to make me doomed.

Zhu Fengfeng sat for a while, then got up to leave, with such a big belly, seeing that they were not in a hurry to hold the wedding, Mr. Duanmu was very anxious, and followed him every day to remind him.

Zhu Fengfeng finally couldn't stand an old man beating his chest or stamping his feet in front of her when he saw her, and finally agreed to the request for a wedding during the Chinese New Year.

Duan Muyu, who has no status, naturally would not raise any objections. On the other hand, judging by the light weight of others, no one would listen to his opinions even if he raised them. He simply plugged his ears and just waited. Be a ready groom.

Hu Biao is a typical person who does not live up to his name. He has such a strong name, but he has a snow-white and tender face.

If he could really live his life wearing a mask like in ancient times, he really wanted to wear it every day, instead of being surrounded by a bunch of wretched-looking brothers like now, without any grandeur. He was ridiculed by many enemies.

After receiving Su Mojie's call, Hu Biao began to frown and ponder. A younger brother who was standing beside him desperately moved forward, "Brother Biao, anyway, they are no longer on the road, why bother?"

He heard the call just now clearly, so he naturally knew why Su Mojie called his elder brother.

Hu Biao looked up at the person in front of him, raised his hand and slapped that person's face, the person was caught off guard and almost staggered to the ground, "Brother Biao..."

Hu Biao looked at him fiercely, "Do you know what a brother is and what it means to be a gangster?" After a pause, his eyes turned cold, "A brother has a broken bone and a tendon still attached!"

The man's face was pale with fright, and everyone said that ghosts and charms are terrible. In fact, compared to them, Yumian Shura is more alarming. He covered his face and nodded repeatedly, "Brother Biao, the lesson is, I know I was wrong."

Hu Biao and Su Mojie were brothers who didn't know each other, so Su Mojie didn't hide anything from Hu Biao. Hu Biao was thinking about who would be better to send him in this situation. After thinking about it, he decided to do it himself.

Jade-faced Shura is definitely not what Hu Biao's opponents call him, even his brother thinks so. He rubbed his chin and asked his frightened younger brother, "Do you think I look kind?"

The younger brother who had already received a slap, was afraid of being slapped again, so he dared not speak rashly.

Hu Biao got up and walked towards him, "As far as you know, is there any brother who looks kinder than me?" His lips grinned, showing eight teeth in a standard smile.

The younger brother really couldn't figure out the meaning of the big brother's move, so he shivered and said, "Brother Biao, are you going to find Mrs. Biao?"

Hu Biao unceremoniously rolled his eyes at him again, "Looking for Mrs. Biao? Do you still need you, Brother Biao, to spend so much trouble?"

The younger brother nodded and bowed, and smiled apologetically: "That is, our Biao brother, that is definitely better than Pan An."

The younger brother was racking his brains and boasting vigorously, but Hu Biao cut him off, squinting his eyes, "Compared with Ling Mo, who is better?"

Another face quickly flashed in the younger brother's mind. On such a cold day, cold sweat slipped down his vest, "Brother Biao, of course you are better."

Just as he was wondering if Hu Biao was not satisfied with his answer, Hu Biao opened the door and walked out, "Go, let's go to work."

"Work?" The younger brother stared wide-eyed, with a dazed face, and asked fearlessly, "What kind of work?"

Hu Biao glared at him, "What nonsense!"

The younger brother withdrew his head and followed with his mouth tightly shut.

"Miss, can I be your friend?" In the noisy bar, a handsome man walked to the bar and said in a low voice to a woman who was wearing black sunglasses and could barely see her face.

The woman covered with sunglasses, needless to say, was Ziwei.

Someone once said that life in the mountains is extremely lonely. For Ziwei, those few months in the madhouse really almost drove her into a real lunatic, and the phone call from Ling Mo that she received not long ago undoubtedly made her feel more lonely. Her almost broken heart reached the edge again.

Desperately in need of release, so in broad daylight, she came to the 24-hour-a-day, non-closing bar.

She raised her head and looked at the person who struck up a conversation. She was a person who was not much inferior to Ling Mo in appearance.

Hehe, looking at the handsome face in front of her, she laughed, "Who are you? Why should I know you?"

For so many years, I have been obsessed with Ling Mo, do you really think it's just because of his human appearance?

No, no, his appearance is only part of it. She loves him more because of the attraction from the bottom of her heart.

It's like worshiping the supreme divine truth, and it's like being obsessed with rare treasures.

Hu Biao raised his glass, "Miss, it seems that you and I are both lonely people. Since we are both lonely, why don't we comfort each other for warmth?"

"Hehe." Ziwei laughed, and looked at the man's face through the wine glass in front of her. She had white skin and a high nose, and she was really an exceptionally good-looking face. Unfortunately, she couldn't live with anyone except that man in her heart.

"Get out!" Dingding watched for two seconds, and when the laughter stopped, she coldly burst out a word from between her teeth.

Hu Biao's complexion changed immediately. He has been at the level of his big brother, and he has long since heard anyone dare to say "get out" to him. He squeezed the wine glass away, and suddenly exerted force, and his heart became angry all of a sudden. At that time, he didn't know what to think of, and he forcibly suppressed the fire that had already surged to his forehead.

He looked at the face that could not be seen clearly under Ziwei's sunglasses, and instead of being angry, he smiled, "Miss, I have lived so long, I walked and skipped, but I don't know how to roll."

(End of this chapter)