Transmigrating into a book: You are a cannon fodder, but you have to run away

"No...no..."

"Why don't you leave? Are you waiting for me to find someone to carry you away?"

"Yes, yes, I'm leaving."

The manager turned around and saw the waitress at a glance. He moved his mouth, wanting to say something to curry Huang Hao's favor.

But looking at the panicked and desperate face of the girl in front of him, his remaining conscience finally turned into a sigh.

"Meng Xue, if you do something wrong, just apologize sincerely and they will forgive you."

The manager's words implied that she should be patient and that she couldn't afford to offend any of these people.

Be patient and live a miserable life.

Too stubborn, covered with bruises.

This is the sadness of working people.

"Manager, I...I know."

There was a hint of crying in Meng Xue's voice.

The manager finally turned and left, his steps somewhat hurriedly, as if there was a devil chasing him.

"So your name is Meng Xue."

Huang Hao saw the manager leave tactfully and his eyes fell on Meng Xue again.

"So what's your answer then...?"

Huang Hao had no intention of letting Meng Xue go.

He moved a little closer and even smelled the scent on Meng Xue's body.

"It smells good."

Meng Xue couldn't help but tremble.

Her eyes involuntarily turned to the young man who was sitting on the sofa and had not said a word from beginning to end.

The young man sat quietly on the sofa, shaking the wine glass in his hand and sipping the wine slowly, as if what was happening before his eyes had nothing to do with him.

Perhaps it was Meng Xue's gaze that caught the boy's attention.

He raised his head slightly and looked at Meng Xue.

The boy was very handsome, and especially had a clean temperament, which was somewhat out of place with the environment of the club.

The boy's uniqueness gave Meng Xue a very strange feeling.

It seemed as if the young man in front of him would save him.

"Tsk, why do you like Young Master Tang?"

Huang Hao noticed Meng Xue's gaze towards Tang Yan and couldn't help laughing.

Huang Hao reached out and pinched Meng Xue's chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing her to look at him.

"Who do you think you are? You have a pretty face and a so-so figure, but you're still not worthy of Master Tang."

Meng Xue's body trembled slightly, her eyes turned slightly red, and she looked at Huang Hao stubbornly, with a hint of unyielding spirit in her eyes.

The companions nearby couldn't hold back and started to fan the flames.

Relying on their family background, they have always been unscrupulous and always like to find some fun.

Normally, they are a bit restrained when they are in front of others.

But in a place like this, they can act with impunity.

Meng Xue was very unlucky today and became the target of their bullying.

"Drink it. Otherwise, you will pay for it."

Huang Hao picked up another bottle of wine from the table and stuffed it into Meng Xue's hand. The mockery in his eyes could not be hidden.

Meng Xue held the wine bottle in both hands, and her eyes unconsciously looked at Tang Yan again.

Unfortunately, Tang Yan once again looked at the wine glass in his hand.

Meng Xue pursed her lips, her eyes full of struggle.

She could see that she might not be able to walk out of this private room safely today.

The manager's previous attitude showed that these people were people she couldn't afford to offend.

Meng Xue knew very well that she had to drink this wine.

She simply couldn't come up with 150,000 yuan.

She knew clearly that the other party was blackmailing her, but she couldn't even get justice for herself.