Late at night, Song Nianhuan dragged her left leg and slowly moved into a villa hundreds of square meters step by step.
Every step she took seemed to be strenuous. Two years had passed, but she seemed to have not gotten used to this broken leg.
The time was really fast, and it was already over. However, the pain of her broken leg was still as if it had happened yesterday. It was like a bloodthirsty ant gnawing her bone marrow, and every step of it hurt into her heart.
The woman's coquettish voice came from the bedroom on the second floor. "Mr. Tang, you're so annoying. Your hands are swollen."
Song Nianhuan stopped in her tracks and clenched her fists. Her nails dug deeply into her flesh.
She wanted to escape, but she was already a half- suffering person. At this moment, it was as if her feet were filled with lead, making it difficult for her to move.
She just stood there in a daze, her eyes gradually filled with tears, until the banquet came to the door of the master bedroom.
He looked down at Song Nianhuan. After the passion, his hair was a little messy, but he still had the natural kingly aura. The ambiguous scratches engraved on his bare chest stung her eyes deeply.
"I didn't expect that you would have the habit of eavesdropping." The corners of the mouth of the host curled up slightly, and his words were full of sarcasm.
Song Nianhuan lowered her head, and in the blink of an eye, tears fell silently. "Sorry, the door is not closed."
The staff of the banquet snorted.
Behind her, a woman in a bright light yellow dress came out, twisting her waist, and her arms were tightly wrapped around the arm of the banquet girl.
Song Nianhuan knew this man. He was Lin Feifei, the new model who was popular at the banquet.
Song Nianhuan, who was silent, was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She immediately exploded. "Who let you wear my clothes? Take it off!"
Lin Feifei jumped into the arms of the banquet host in shock, and her aggrieved voice was choked with sobs. "Mr. banquet host, your wife is so fierce. I was scared to death."
But she looked at Song Nianhuan with strong provocation and pride.
The host held Lin Feifei's shoulder and said, "Mrs. Lin? Ha~ Is she qualified?"
Hearing his words, Song Nianhuan's heart was like a knife being twisted.
"I'm not qualified. It's better than some people who don't have a mother to teach them how to be someone's mistress!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a cold wind blew in front of her. Song Nianhuan's chin was tightly held by the banquet atmosphere, and she was in so much pain that she burst into tears.
"Song Nianhuan, what right do you have to say such things? If you hadn't ruined Song Hui, you wouldn't have been in this position!"
Speaking of the past, the small universe that had been suppressed in Song Nianhuan's heart for a long time burst out instantly. "Two years ago! Were you fucking deaf or did you have a brain? I told you countless times that I didn't hurt Song Hui."
She hated it the most in her life when others misunderstood, and it was a misunderstanding between men whom she had loved for ten years. She had suffered two years of humiliation for this false accusation and even made a perfect leg.
Her life, Song Nianhuan, was really a joke! A complete joke!
At this time, the host of the banquet in front of him was like a furious lion. He reached out and grabbed Song Nianhuan's neck. "Song Nianhuan, it seems that I have spoiled you too much during this period of time. Who gave you the confidence to scold me?"
The oxygen was instantly cut off, and Song Nianhuan's face turned red in an instant. She struggled to hold on to her hand, and her face twisted in pain.
Lin Feifei, who was watching from the side, felt really happy.
She was Song Nianhuan, one of the best singers in the singing industry.
