Die the blood-sucking man

His appearance attracted the loving gazes of many lesbians, but since he was sitting next to the terrifying Qiao Enlu, no one dared to hook him up.

Luo Lanfeng just took a sip of the red wine, and hearing that he had such an unexpected impression on Qiao Enlu, he almost spit out the newly imported wine, and asked, "Danding... where did the word come from?" ?”

Qiao Enlu twitched the corners of her mouth, and when she was excited, she said what was in her heart, so she could only say, "Who wants to tell you!?"

Luo Lanfeng shook his head helplessly, his slender eyes were smiling very nicely, and he said with a smile: "You really don't know who I am!"

"Do I know you?" Qiao Enlu immediately looked at Luo Lanfeng, searched in his head, but still didn't think he knew this person, so he asked, "Then who are you?"

"Well, suddenly I don't want you to know." Luo Lan Fengxie smiled and took a sip of the red wine.

"Damn, what's the big deal!" Qiao Enlu slammed the wine glass heavily onto the bar table, making a bang, and the wine splashed a lot on the counter, scaring many staff members.

Because of what happened tonight, they all felt that the witch, Qiao Enlu, was more terrifying than the devil to migrant workers like them.

But Luo Lanfeng didn't mind at all, and said with some surprise: "Hey, no, usually when I say that, you should say, 'Well, tell me, tell me, who are you?', That's it, isn't it?"

"Don't confuse me with a nymphomaniac!" Qiao Enlu couldn't help but cast a blank glance at Luo Lanfeng. This man is very evil and beautiful, and it is inevitable to feel a dangerous atmosphere when approaching him.

So she was searching for information in her head again. According to what he said, Qiao Enlu felt that she should know this person, although it could not be ruled out that this was one of the strike-ups.