Meet My Brothers By Red Thirteen in Chinese Chapter 643-Why does this man look a little strange to me? Aren’t they divorced?
Yesterday in the lobby, they stopped me Gu Chen felt his scalp numb and was so frightened that he quickly stood up and took a few steps back. He looked at Huo Hanhui with an innocent look in his eyes: [This is none of my business! 】 Huo Hanhui’s eyes were dark and dark, so cold it could kill someone Sima Xiangxiang, the beautiful dealer next to her, finally couldn’t help but say: “I said Ximen Chuixi, you are not done yet, you are addicted to snatching men, aren’t you? This is the man I fell in love with first!”
When Lin Xixi heard this voice, she knew that the other party had taken the bait.
She turned her head and looked at the sister of the boss of Nishijima with a smile: “You saw it just now. He was the one who was deeply impressed by me. It was just a glass of wine. Why are you so worried about it? You haven’t slept together yet, how can it be counted as yours?” man?”
“You, you are so shameless. You are the only one who has slept with more men. That’s amazing, right?”
Lin Xixi curled her red lips: “That’s better than you. Illegal kidnapping of Gu Chen’s daughter and using this method to keep a man is the lowest level.”
“You, what are you talking nonsense about? I didn’t kidnap his daughter.”
Sima Xiangxiang felt guilty. She did let people do this, but her brother suppressed all these things and deleted all the surveillance. Even Gu Chen couldn’t find definite evidence.
Lin Xixi’s eyes became much colder. She looked back at Gu Chen, her red lips slightly raised: “Don’t believe Sima Xiangxiang’s words. This woman can’t chase a man, so she likes to use these methods to force you to submit.”
When Gu Chen saw this smile, his scalp suddenly went numb.
Can you please stop using Zhao Xixi’s face? He smiled so brightly that he was almost killed by a certain man’s eyes.
If looks could kill, he would have died countless times.
Gu Chen’s mind went blank and he could only respond: “Oh.”
Lin Xixi’s eyes flashed with impatience, and she continued: “You have a daughter who comes to your door. Aren’t you even curious?”
Gu Chen swallowed: “I don’t have an illegitimate daughter.”
Tsk tsk, Lin Xixi finally understood why her eldest brother didn’t let her know everything about her ex-husband.
She immediately took a few steps back, took the pen and paper from the waiter’s tray and wrote down a phone number, printed a piece of lipstick on it, folded it and put it in Gu Chen’s chest pocket: “Remember to contact me, Come out for a drink next time.” A bright smile appeared on her face, but the smile did not reach her eyes.
It just so happens that this is the West Island, a place where killing is not illegal.
Now that this irresponsible scumbag ex-husband has come to her door, she won’t be polite.
After finishing speaking, Lin Xixi found that Sima Xiangxiang ran away with a guilty conscience. She had to ask Sima Xiangxiang about the whereabouts of her daughter.
As for why he didn’t ask Gu Chen, the man just said he didn’t have a daughter, which showed that he didn’t care about children at all, and maybe he didn’t even bother with Duoduo. Xiu Shuzhu The only person who can find the whereabouts of her daughter is Sima Xiangxiang Lin Xixi immediately turned around and followed her. She was wearing high heels, and her long legs were looming under her robe, which was very attractive.
Huo Hanhui frowned as he looked at her. He could guarantee that all the men were looking at her long legs just now!
The man felt inexplicably uncomfortable!
He turned his head and looked at Gu Chen: “Bring it here!”
Gu Chen quickly handed over the paper in his pocket: “Brother Hui, you have to believe that I am innocent. I saw her for the first time yesterday, and I have absolutely no intentions towards her!”
“Oh, didn’t I give you my phone number? Didn’t you seize the opportunity?”
Huo Hanhui opened the piece of paper and when he saw the red lip print on it, he tugged on his tie and felt inexplicably irritated.
But his eyes fell on the string of phone numbers, and he suddenly felt a little familiar.
But he remembered the phone call he made last night, folded the paper again, and poured himself a glass of wine: “Who do you think she is?”