Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

The man was kicked seven or eight feet away.

Not only that, he rushed forward, grabbed the man's collar and punched him several times, gnashing his teeth and asking sinisterly, "How are you going to heal this pain? Come, let me see it too!"

His face looked really ugly, and although the clothes he wore were not branded, they clearly exuded a sense of luxury.

It is obvious that he is not an ordinary person and is not someone who can be easily provoked.

The drunken man was suddenly sobered up and begged for mercy with a pale face: "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't know this was your sister, I drank too much... Please forgive me this time, I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything else, I just wanted to have a drink together!"

"Get lost! Don't let me see you again!" Wu Zheng threw him away and said in a deep voice, "Get away!"

The man didn't dare to delay and got up and left.

The music in the bar was blasting, so this little noise wasn't enough to attract much attention.

When Wu Zheng looked up, his good sister was hiccuping from crying. On the contrary, Ruan Xingchen had a smile on her lips, her white arms resting on her chin, and she looked at him with a smile.

She was already beautiful, and under the lights of the bar, she was even more outstanding, making people unable to take their eyes off her.

Her black hair was fluffy, her little face was flushed from drinking, and her big eyes were sparkling.

Although she is not very old, she exudes a unique lazy charm and is elegant and seductive.

Even though Wu Zheng had been around many women, he couldn't help but feel dry in the mouth for a moment when he saw her like this.

Oh shit.

Weird.

He has been in the world of romance for many years and has long been a master in the love field.

Now, when he was looked at by a girl who was a dozen years younger than him, he couldn't help but blushing, just like a young boy.

Pulling open the collar of his shirt, he patted Wu Yue's back and frowned, saying, "Yueyue, stop crying. It's time to go home."

"Who are you? Leave me alone!" Wu Yue was very drunk, thrashing around and muttering, "I want to drink more! Ms. Ruan, come, let's drink! Toast, toast to that philandering and promiscuous scumbag to hell!"

What a mess.

Wu Zheng felt as if he had been shot in the knee with an arrow. He frowned and wanted to pull her up directly: "Okay, okay, if you want to drink, go home and drink, okay?"

For a man, as for that?

Just as he was trying to restrain the struggling Wu Yue, a slender hand as white as jade and seemingly glowing grasped his wrist.

Although it looks like a fragile work of art, the strength in his hands cannot be ignored.

"What are you going to do?"

Ruan Xingchen stared at him with a cold look in his eyes and said coldly, "Don't move!"

He looked very imposing, but it turned out that he was already drunk.

Wu Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and a rare look of helplessness appeared in his peach blossom eyes: "I'll take her home."

Come back home?

Ruan Xingchen frowned, his eyes became even colder, and there was a hint of murderous intent in them.

Before Wu Zheng could react, a huge force suddenly came from his wrist.

A soft and slender body, with a faint fragrance and a strong aroma of wine, crashed into his arms.

Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and then the world in front of him turned upside down.

With a "bang", he was thrown directly to the ground, and his vision went black for a moment.

Knock down the man who had bad intentions and wanted to take Wu Yue home. Ruan Xingchen knelt on one knee on his abdomen, leaning over with a cold gaze: "Want to do something bad to her? I think you want to die!"

Wu Zheng was stunned.

Only then did I realize that I had been misunderstood as a bad person.

He was knocked to the ground, but he was not angry. Instead, he lay down in that position.

His peach blossom eyes were filled with affection. He gave a romantic smile and lowered his voice, "To die beneath a peony flower is to become a romantic ghost. Haven't you heard of that? But... I don't want to die beneath that flower. I want to die beneath a thorny rose like you, my beautiful lady."

The voice is ambiguous and low.

Although they were ordinary words, they carried an indescribable lewd tone from his mouth, as if they had a hidden meaning.

Find a fight!

Alcohol paralyzed her brain. Ruan Xingchen thought for a moment before realizing that he was teasing her and she immediately became furious.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to hit someone, he suddenly heard a chilling voice: "Boss Wu, aren't you afraid of being pricked by the roses?"

Tsk, what a bummer.

After closing his eyes, Wu Zheng felt a little regretful.

His smile faded into a smile again, and he looked over at the sound: "Wu is already lying under the roses, does it matter how he died?"

Huo Yan's expression suddenly turned extremely dark, and his eyes were filled with dangerous coldness and bloodthirstiness.

"Mr. Huo?" Ruan Xingchen turned his head to look at him. After seeing him clearly, a big smile suddenly broke out on his face.

Sitting on the ground, she opened her arms towards him, raised her rosy face, and her eyes sparkled: "Hold me."

His sharp eyes softened, and Huo Yan took two steps at a time with his long legs and picked her up.

She was drunk and relaxed into his arms, rubbing her cheek against his chest gently like a kitten.

Tsk.

Wu Zheng looked at him with a sour taste in his mouth and slowly got up: "Boss Huo is so lucky."

Huo Yan said nothing, but just gave him a cold look, the warning clearly evident in his gaze.

"Okay, okay, I'm leaving now."

Seeing him angry, Wu Zheng shrugged, picked up Wu Yue, and sneered: "Boss Huo has a beautiful woman in his arms, and I have to hug a pig like you. What a sin!"