The Divorce Is Invalid

This ring

Tang Nuanyang was shocked. That night, in Dubai, she saw this ring in the hand of the magician who tried to belittle her, but how could it appear here?

She looked up. In the moonlight, the man was wearing a silver dress, a silver mask on his face and a glass of champagne in his hand. The difference was that this time, he didn't wear a high hat and his hair was black. It turned out that he was Chinese.

"You" she stood up and pointed to him. Although the ring was very similar to her height, she was still not sure.

"We meet again" the masked man raised his mouth slightly to her.

"It's really you." Tang Nuanyang remembered the last time he held her and tried to kiss her. She subconsciously stepped back two steps, looked at the club over there and asked, "are you here to perform magic?"

She tried to make herself look as relaxed as possible, and then looked for a way to escape.

"Yes." seeing her step back, the masked man approached her without trace and smiled at her. "Yes, I'll perform magic. Do you want to see it? It's carefully prepared for the charity party".

Charity party? So coincidentally, Luo Juntian also came to participate?! Who the hell is this man? Why meet him twice in a row?!

But whoever he is, she is a dangerous person.

"It's getting late, I should go." Tang Wenyang resolutely ended the conversation with him, turned and left.

"Wait a minute" the masked man caught up and grabbed my arm.

"Hiss" at the same place, the wound cracked for the second time, and Tang Nuanyang's face turned pale and "let me go"

"What's the matter with you? I only gently pulled you. You're not so fragile." the masked man let go and felt that she was wrong. The pain was like this. Was it because she was hurt?

Tang Nuanyang didn't say much. He turned and continued to walk.

The masked man went up and stopped her, "what's the matter with you?"

Tang Nuanyang covered his wound and went to one side. He blocked it there. She went to the other side, and he blocked it to the other side. In short, he wouldn't let her pass.

"What do you want, sir? I'm going home now. Would you please make way?" she said weakly.

"Unless you tell me, what's the matter with you?"

"I don't care. Even if I do, I don't care about you. Please get out of the way, or I'll call the police." Tang Nuanyang's tone became tough.

The masked man looked at her for a while, didn't mean to move away, and still asked, "what's the matter with you?"

"It's none of your business," Tang Nuanyang said coldly, holding his anger. He quickly brushed past him, and his arm accidentally brushed off his sleeve.

She quickly fled the scene.

The masked man frowned and looked at her back. His starlit eyes narrowed slightly.

In the twinkling of an eye, he saw a bright red on his sleeve and a burst of consternation in his eyes. His breath was rapid. His eyes were full of pain. His fingers trembled and stained with the blood. For a moment, it seemed that the blood fell from his fingertips.

Tang Wenyang ran far away in one breath. Seeing that he didn't catch up, he stopped and stood by the roadside waiting for a taxi.

A series of red taxis drove slowly to her side from the left. She opened the door and sat in. Behind her, a series of black sports cars were approaching silently. At the moment she sat in, the people in the sports car saw her face clearly. After she sat inside, the sports car had already driven past.

How did she come?

Back home, Tang Wenyang quickly went upstairs. His shirt was soaked. As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Luo Juntian sitting on a European sofa and looking at her.

"Where have you been?" he said leisurely.