The Guy Who is Going To Wear This Girl is Poisonous

The word'Little San' undoubtedly pierced Song Ruoyun's heart, and quickly waved his hand to explain, "I am not, I will not destroy you and Yan Jin!"

Liu Huanjiao picked up those photos and slammed Song Ruoyun's face under the gaze of a dozen people in the cafe, and said with a sneer: "Really? Xiao San!"

The photo was square and sharp. It fell on Song Ruoyun's face with a splash, stinging and painful, scraping out red marks.

And what is more uncomfortable than this is the contempt and contempt cast by the people around him.

Just in full view of this, she was labelled as "Little San".

And Liu Huanjiao's humiliation has not stopped.

She stood up, her beautiful eyes were full of anger and sadness, tears filled her eyes, but she refused to fall. The stubbornness made people feel distressed, "You said you won't destroy us! But you I kept saying what Brother Ren called,'Yan Jin','Yan Jin', how about this name?!"

"Do you know that Brother Ren is going to break the marriage contract?!"

"He said he would never marry anyone but you in his life! He said that he would not marry me even if he broke off with his parents!"

Every sentence fell heavily in Song Ruoyun's ears. Her mood was very complicated. On the one hand, she felt guilty for the woman in front of her, and on the other hand she was moved by Ren Yanjin's actions.

It turns out that Ren Yanjin really loves her, loves her very much.

But the woman in front of me is Yan Jin’s fiancée, and she even helped her once...

No matter how low Song Ruoyun's level is, the emotion in her eyes naturally can't escape Liu Huanjiao's eyes.

Struggling, girl?

I'm really sorry, then I will make your emotions more complicated than struggling.

Liu Huanjiao picked up the cup of coffee that had been cold for a long time, and said, "Very touched?"

Song Ruoyun looked up, "I, ah!"

A scream.

Then, "hiss!"

This is the gasp of people around.

Because Liu Huanjiao stretched out her hand, and unexpectedly poured the coffee in her hand onto Song Ruoyun's head.

The color is especially like mud.

Song Ruoyun had a very pure makeup today, but he was only embarrassed by the coffee.

"Miss Liu, why do you want..."

Song Ruoyun couldn't tell. She bit her lip and didn't want to cry because it would only make her more embarrassed. She kept rubbing her body with paper and coffee on her face.

But it can't be wiped clean.

And Liu Huanjiao has no longer seen the fragility and sadness of being betrayed by her fiance before, and now she is dazzling after sober.

"Because you are a junior, I want to represent, well, the righteous, to destroy you!"

Song Ruoyun felt even more uncomfortable and even more humiliated by such words that made everyone bitterly laughable.

The tears couldn't be suppressed, and they fell down.

Tears wash down the coffee, I have to say, it's ugly.

"Little San, don't let me see you and Brother Ren again in the future, otherwise..."

Liu Huanjiao curled her lips and didn't finish speaking, leaving only Song Ruoyun, including everyone's proud back.

The guests took a deep breath with unsatisfied feelings.

With a cup of coffee, I just watched such a full-fledged wife, Xiaosan.

It's worth it, it's worth it!

This is the correct way to open the wife, Xiaosan, like those **** on the street, it's too shameful, too rude.

Not only the mistress is ashamed, but the wife is not ashamed?

Song Ruoyun couldn't bear the disgusting look in the eyes of the people here, and his teary eyes were dim. He stood up and was about to leave, but was stopped by the waiter and asked to pay the bill.

That woman didn't even buy an order!

In the waiter's scrutiny, Song Ruoyun wanted to dig a hole to hide in.

After paying the money in a hurry, he escaped.

The eyes of the people on the street were even more naked*, and they seemed to be guessing what happened to her.

They seemed to laugh at her embarrassment.

Song Ruoyun couldn't stand it anymore, and left here after taking a taxi.

She was distraught and didn't pay attention. After she got in the taxi, a car followed closely behind.