my husband is a killer

Chapter 90 is T, come? 7
"What are you talking about?" She became excited, interrupted him, and couldn't help grabbing his hand, "There is no one else here, please stop pretending, okay, I know you are T, I know you are T this time The target is Chrysoberyl cat's eye!"

"Everyone who comes tonight is aiming for Chrysoberyl Cat's Eye!"

He swallowed another puff of cigarette, took her hand behind his back and pulled her into his arms, and the puff of smoke was sprayed straight into her face:

"Woman, don't pretend that you are the one, right? I've already said that, it's useless for you to continue pretending!"

Then, he took out his mobile phone and handed it to her:
"Save the phone number in it, I will find you when the time is right!"

Her face was flushed, and she pushed him away, tears were already falling:

"Why do you have to say such things? I didn't think about it. I also said that I would not drag you down and become your troubles. Since we separated, I have been begging God every day to let me meet again. You, I just... I just want to see you, I want to know if you are doing well, that's all, why, why do you have to pretend to talk like this?"

He suddenly froze for a moment, and immediately there was a mocking smile on his face:

"It turned out to be an innocent girl, so I was mistaken. Since you want to pretend to be innocent, please stay away from me!"

He turned around and left, but she held her arm firmly!
"T, you don't—"

"I'm Song Kaiwen, not a T, stop yelling! And—" he suddenly turned his head, locked his eyes on her, and smiled coldly, "I only play with women who dare to play. If you don't, get out of here and don't provoke me!"

She grabbed his arm, clenched her teeth tightly, and looked into his eyes without blinking!
Behind the lens, his eyes were familiar yet unfamiliar. She stared at each other firmly, and suddenly smiled decisively:
"Okay, I'll give you the phone number. I'll play with you. I'll see if you dare to call me, Young Master Song!"

He didn't expect her to answer like that at all, his eyes suddenly darkened, but immediately changed, and his frivolous smile covered up his slight embarrassment:

"It would have been better if it had been earlier!"

She took his phone and keyed in the number key by key. The tears in her eyes kept hitting the screen. He turned his head and smoked hard, his face could not be seen clearly in the smog!

(End of this chapter)