His Vengeful Ex-Wife

Bo Ye saw Tang poetry again a week later at a social dinner.

She is holding a man in her arms, dressed in a red skirt, with black hair and lazy red lips. She is sexy, and her robes come into everyone's view.

She is surrounded by Mr. Chris, the world-famous blue blood brand design director. He is 30 years old, with delicate face and perverse personality. All the women in the audience are calculating how Tang poetry colluded with him.

Chris smiles at Tang Shi. "They're all looking at you."

"They?"

Tang poetry turned a deaf ear, "who is Mr. Chris referring to?"

"That's smart."

Chris lowered his voice and said, "your ex husband is looking at you."

When Tang poetry looks up, it happens to see the thin night in the crowd. Through the crowd, their eyes collide in the air, and then they move away.

Tang Shi thinks that she is really more and more like Bo Ye. She once saw that he wanted to run away, but now she can not recognize each other.

Thin night, thank you again and again and again hurt me, complete my heart of stone.

That night, the appearance of Tang poetry was unexpected to everyone. The slender body seemed very familiar to everyone, as if they had seen such a similar face a few years ago, with a noble temperament.

Who is, young frivolous, also once export into an amazing, red skirt lightly, look back at a look can deceive the world.

Five years later, she came from the sea of fire, wearing this red dress again, amazing everyone's sight!

Chris praised with satisfaction, "Tang Shi, you should have come to me long ago."

"I dare not disturb you rashly all the time. I'm afraid that the male god will have a bad impression on me." Tang poetry blinked, "good things wear away, don't you have them now?"

"You're a good talker." Chris narrowed his eyes and watched the thin night shuttle through the crowd. The man's body is dignified and the air is cold. A delicate face is really outstanding. Just looking at it from a distance, you can feel his momentum that can't be underestimated.

"It's a man." Kesri made an evaluation. He didn't know much about the same kind, so Bo Ye can get his four words, which is enough to show his excellent ability.

Tang Shi joked, "unfortunately, he doesn't like men."

As if kessley knew what she was thinking, he joked, "it's good for you to sleep with such a man."

"Yes? I think it's quite a loss. " Tang Shi stepped forward with high-heeled shoes, every step seemed to step on the hearts of the men around her. They were involuntarily attracted by her. Looking at the woman, her chin was raised, her eyes were wavering, the most soft but merciless. She held Chris all the way and said hello gracefully to the media lens, which was as calm as if she had experienced countless attention from the magnesium lamp.

Yes, she has. Five years ago, she was put into a police car by the police, and Bo ye called countless reporters to surround her. At that moment, she was scared, innocent and helpless.

When the sound of pressing the shutter rings in my ears, it's like an old dream that comes through the overlapping memories. Those scenes come back to the mind of Tang poetry again, involving the old wounds.

Yesterday reappeared in general. At this moment, five years later, she came back to the public's field of vision brilliantly. With a proper smile under the camera, she could not see that she had been in a panic five years ago.

She has understood, at that time she understood, even kneeling, in the spotlight, also want to smile!