Live Broadcast: I Am The Master Of Flirting!

Mr. Wang glanced at the direction Song Yao was leaving. After hesitating for a long time, he asked: "Mr. Tong, Miss Song, are you really not considering it?"

"We are not suitable for each other, so it is best for each other to separate."

Tong Jincheng's voice is very light.

Mr. Wang sighed, shook his head and said nothing.

After the auction ended, Tong Jincheng and the others left.

One day, after Tong Jincheng left the bathroom, he went directly to the "840" lounge.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong and pungent smell.

He frowned and walked into the lounge. The desktop in the lounge was messy, with a desk, folders scattered on the floor, a laptop, and several documents.

At this moment, the computer screen is on, and the page stays on a photo frame. In the photo, a woman wearing white clothes and a hat is delicate and clean, with a slight smile.

Next to her, stood another tall woman, this woman was Song Yao.

And below the photo frame are written four words: childhood sweethearts.

Tong Jincheng was stunned. His gaze fell on the woman's right cheek, where there was a red mark.

That's what he hit!

That was his arm, stabbed by a dagger!

At the beginning, there was also a red mark on the left side of his face, which was also scratched by a dagger.

He remembered clearly that over the years, whenever he missed his ex-wife or was sad, he would pick out the scar with his nails.

And now, he touched the scar again, and this time, it was even more painful!

Suddenly, there was a bang.

The door was pushed open and Song Yao rushed in.

She grabbed Tong Jincheng's wrist, pulled him closer to the bathroom, and slammed the bathroom door hard.

"Mr. Tong, how can you do this!"

Tong Jincheng's face suddenly darkened. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Song Yao's neck, and shouted sternly: "Song Yao, I'm warning you, if you dare to touch Ye Sihan's hair again, I will kill you!"

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Tong Jincheng's eyes.

Song Yao's face turned red when he pinched her. She was extremely angry: "Tong Jincheng, you lunatic!"

"Yes, I'm a madman! Song Yao, you shouldn't have angered me! Believe it or not, if you dare to touch her again, I will definitely make your life worse than death.

Tong Jincheng gritted his teeth, and his pair of deep black pupils were filled with haze: "You'd better not mess with me! Otherwise, I won't mind sending you to accompany her!"

Song Yao's eyes widened, she bit her lip, trying to restrain the hatred boiling in her heart: "Tong Jincheng, don't force me!"

Tong Jincheng smiled coldly: "Haha..."

His fingers gently caressed Song Yao's delicate skin, he lowered his eyes, his eyes were dark and deep, and he whispered: "I have never threatened you with anything, but if you dare to provoke me again, I promise, I won't let you go!"

Song Yao trembled all over, she suddenly raised her foot and kicked towards...

However, the man quickly dodged and pinched Song Yao's ankle.

Song Yao frowned in pain.

She gritted her teeth: Yan!"

Tong Jincheng's hands became harder and harder, and his voice was extremely cold: "Song Yao, don't force me!"

Song Yao struggled for a long time, but couldn't escape. She was so angry that she raised her hand and hit Tong Jincheng hard on the arm.

Tong Jincheng's face became increasingly gloomy, his thin lips tightened, and he spat out a few words coldly: 5.7 "Song Yao, since you don't have to drink wine as a penalty for toasting, don't blame me for being inhospitable to you!"

Song Yao's eyes widened, looking at Tong Jincheng in horror, and kept shrinking back.

Tong Jincheng grabbed Song Yao's collar and pressed her against the wall.

His hand pulled Song Yao's skirt without mercy.

"What are you doing, you bastard!" Song Yao panicked and beat Tong Jincheng desperately.

Tong Jincheng slapped him in the face: "Shut up, I will deal with you now."