In fact, she was careless. With Wu Bangyin's ability, he might have received the news as soon as she entered the country. However, she was in the United States for so many years, and he never harassed her again. As a person like this, Lan Jia thought he had forgotten him at all, but she didn't expect to be distracted by her.

Thinking of this, Lan Jia let out a self-deprecating chuckling, and her shoulders and arms trembled slightly.

"It seems that I'm having a good time." The man behind me made a conclusion.

Lan Jia leaned outward and finally escaped from his arms. She turned around, her eyes gradually got used to the darkness, and she could vaguely see the outline of the man in front of her. He had almost not changed much from a few years ago. His facial features were sharp and his eyes were gloomy. He looked even colder and brighter in this dark environment.

He took a step back and sat down on the big bed behind him. The bedding was messy. Liang Kelly obviously had no habit of cleaning up, and everything that was chaotic silently revealed something.

Wu Bangyin stretched his arms, and felt like he was touching the bed unconsciously, then laughed out loud: "He spent this night tonight? Is his skills not good, or can't satisfy you? Do you want to run out to find excitement?"

Lan Jia spat in the darkness. This man just couldn't spit out any teeth from his mouth.

He patted the empty seat beside him and signaled Lan Jia to sit over. Lan Jia turned her back to him and pretended not to see it. Wu Bangyin indeed said: "It's true, if you have an old love, don't have a new love."

"What the hell are you here to do?" Lan Jia couldn't hold back and walked to the curtains and turned on the wall lights.

As the orange light shone, everything hidden in the dark suddenly disappeared. The interest in Wu Bangyin's eyes gradually faded. He just smiled, playing with his fingertips, like an old friend who had been away for a long time, saying homely: "I went to see my sister a while ago..."

Lan Jia's calm expression fell apart in an instant.

"You also know that Xiaojing has been bored in Beijing for a long time and has nothing to do. She knows to watch movies at home all day long. I saw that she had a lot of belts in there, so I wanted to borrow a few volumes to pass the time. Unexpectedly... I asked me to find something interesting."

He paused for a moment, then blinked, looking at Lan Jia with a meaningful meaning.

Lan Jia clenched her fingers tightly, and she said to herself: Tolerance.

"Do you want to watch it together?" Wu Bangyin said that she was asking her opinion. In fact, she had already stood up and stuffed a tape into the video recorder. I rarely see such old-fashioned recorders these days, and Lan Jia is such a weird person who likes to collect and watch this kind of video recorders. So there are usually antique-level recorders where she lives, and Wu Bangyin naturally knows her habit.

Wu Bangyin skillfully picked up the remote control and operated it. The wide screen gradually opened and clear. The picture seemed to be taken in a dim place. It was not a professional camera or personnel, but it seemed to be a person who was secretly photographed. He couldn't even see the figure clearly. There were only mixed sounds - women's roars and cries.

The sound seemed like someone pinched her throat, broken and sharp.

Lan Jia subconsciously grabbed her neck, as if a pair of hands were tightening there.

Although she told herself countless times that she must endure it, she still couldn't suppress herself and fucked the teacup on the table and smashed it on the TV screen.

Bang...

The sound of shattering is sharp and harsh.

Nothing worse, she felt that her whole body was torn apart and could not be pieced together again.

The room calmed down again. Wu Bangyin smiled evilly, stretched his body and lay back, unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt calmly, then loosened the belt on his pants, and patted the bed beside him with slender arms.

"..." Lan Jia closed her eyes in pain, her legs were filled with lead, and she walked towards the bed step by step.

The halo of the wall lamp gradually weakened. Wei Lanjia's hand hidden under the sheet tightened her five fingers, clenched into a fist, pressed her ten fingers into her palms, and then loosened them weakly, and then tightened them again. After this repeated, the palms were already covered in blood.

"Well..." The lip that was bitten white and finally couldn't help but let out a painful moan.

Her body was folded into a curve that she had never seen before, and the man's iron palm held her slender waist tightly. Since that incident, she had never been treated so rudely, making her feel painful, and life is worse than death.

Wu Bangyin bit her earlobe and gasped: "Although you are just a torn shoe that my brother-in-law has gotten tired of playing with, I don't mind continuing to play."

She snorted, weak.

She wanted the surname Wu to remind her that the things that happened to her were inferior to those pigs and dogs, so that she would never forget that nightmare in her life.

She sneered in her heart, who could forget such a thing? This nightmare has been with her for eight years, torturing her every night, and she is in pain.

The bean paste-colored window screen turned pale blue and white. The man on his body finally stopped and muttered and turned to her side to sleep.

Lan Jia curled up and layers of cold sweat oozed out from her forehead.

The ground was full of mess, in addition to the thrown clothes, there were cups that had just been smashed by her and the scrapped LCD TV. Lan Jia wrapped her shoulders, surrounding the exposed skin with a hint of warmth, but she was awake and no longer sleepy. The soreness in her body made her like an old man, deeply trapped in some broken memories.

Wei Lanjia never thought of making a grudge with others. And some people seem to be born with something that is inconsistent with you.

She calculated carefully. She had only seen Wu Bangyin's baby sister, for a total of three times, and somehow formed a deep hatred, making her hate herself so much.

If you really have to make a calculation, it probably starts with their second side.

At that time, Lan Jia and Liang Kelly were no longer in the same school. The so-called friendship between classmates was a sleepy sleep in the old professor's class in the afternoon, and no one cared about it.

He walked through his Yangguan Road, and she crossed her single-plank bridge, and occasionally heard one or two of the bastards he did from others, and then the gossip of him and the daughter of the Wu family.

Perhaps because he had been slutty for a long time, the old man decided to accept him, so he wanted to send him and Wu Jing into a pile early.

Wei Lanxi told her about this. But at that time she didn't say it was an engagement banquet, and she also talked about who the protagonist was. She just pulled Lan Jia very hotly and said that there was a private job, a luxurious banquet, a seafood meal for the roe, and a big red envelope. She even had the appearance clothes. The Italian master handmade it and asked her if she would go?

Wei Lan Jia's wealthy brain was not so honest. If she had no IQ of 180, she would never have expected that Wu Jing would call her as a bridesmaid.

The luxurious dinner, outdoor fountains, and water screen movies in the big villa are filled with children's photos of the newlyweds together when they were young. What a couple of childhood sweethearts.

Unexpectedly, the bridesmaid was even more tired than the bride, and getting engaged was like getting married. Wei Lanjia's grandson seemed to follow Wu Jing. After finally finishing his own work, he quickly found a dressing room to change into an expensive dress, and squatted down to the corner in his T-shirt and jeans.

Midway through, Wei Lanxi called to check the post: "How is it? I didn't lie to you, this is the real wealthy night party, and everyone has a good value. Is there any romantic encounter? I'll tell you, Wei Lanjia, you'll make you a profit if you catch any one here."

Lan Jia snorted: "Yes, the old one takes my wife, and the younger one takes Xiaomi. Occasionally, there is a good one... Well, it seems that there is a good one." Lan Jia inserted the sea cucumber in Panli and her eyes turned. On the front stage, Wu Jing held red wine in her hand and responded to the guests with ease, but there was no sign of Liang Kaili beside her.

"Then are you sure you have the opportunity to look at each other and look like lightning?" Wei Lanxi hurriedly asked.

Lan Jia pursed her lips and smiled: "A good man is either married or gay."

Wei Lanxi sighed long on the phone, and finally said unwillingly: "Great opportunity, just waste it like this? You can take a look at it."

"Sister, please let me fill my stomach first, otherwise I will be powerless if a good man appears."

"Go to the balcony and stand and wait for someone to put on your clothes."

“Too many mosquitoes…”

"Go to the swimming pool and see that it's OK, push him down."

"This is too technical, and if an accidental operation is going to cause death."

"If you take a glass of red wine, you will like someone who is pouring it on. If you can't, you can't put it on your feet. Remember to use your heels..."

Lan Jia was sweating when she heard this: "Why do I think it's also pitiful to be a rich man."

A chuckle came from the side. Lan Jia took away her phone, and on a bench beside the flowerbed, the man narrowed his eyes and looked at her with a smile, without any sign of avoidance, and was quite interested.

This person is so open and upright about eavesdropping on people's phone calls.

However, he was wearing a graceful white suit, wearing a very white horse, and smiling as if the prince was a little bit laughing. Lan Jia couldn't speak out for the accusations. Besides, he was the protagonist today. How could she get others' red envelopes?

He probably heard her conversation with her sister. She was a little embarrassed, so she said a few perfunctory words to the phone, hung up in a hurry, and then spread her hands to him: "Well, just kidding."

He smiled, jumped off the bench, walked to her, and suddenly asked, "Can you invite you to have a drink?"

"Ah?" Lan Jia's mind was short-circuited.

"If you meet someone you like, just say this directly. No hint is as good as explicit. Just click directly and tell the other party, hey, I like you, I don't know if you are interested in me, it's not very good."

Lan Jia inexplicably thought of the situation in the self-study classroom n years ago when he asked about his situation with an English question. This shows that this person is straightforward enough.

Her eyes fell on his clear contoured side face, and she was unconsciously enlightened. The big boy who used to drive a sports car on campus was standing handsomely in front of him in a blink of an eye, wearing a white suit and red flowers on his chest. He was someone else's fiancé.

He raised his eyebrows: "What? Do you think what I said is wrong?"

Lan Jia suddenly came back to her senses: "Maybe. But this only applies to men, not women."

"Why?"

"Because men conquer women is a way for them to affirm themselves. As women, they cannot deprive men of this happiness. What women need to do is not to say this sentence directly, but to guide men to say this sentence."

Liang Kelly looked at her for a few seconds, then laughed loudly: "Very good. Wei Lanjia, can I invite you to have a drink?"
Chapter completed!