Chapter 224 A Horse Drinking Fake Wine

After watching the track, he went back to the lounge to prepare. William Bryan returned to the lounge with a straight face, took off his gloves naturally, and suddenly took a meal when he was halfway there. He twisted his eyebrows and slightly lifted his eyelids. "Come out." As soon as the words sound just fell, a petite body appeared in the lounge, quietly as if a kitten. William Bryan's eyes are opposite to Charlee Ford's, and there is no unexpected emotion in his eyes. Charlee Ford stared at his half-gloved hand and cut to the chase: "You're injured and can't play." William Bryan, with his mouth twisted and his expression somewhat unspeakable mockery, put on his gloves again and said slowly, "Does it have anything to do with you? Miss Cindy might as well pay more attention to your fiance sometime." Tut... this tone. It seems to be the kind of jealous Kannika Nimtragol. She tried to laugh, but she held it back. William Bryan was thin-skinned, and she was sure that if she laug