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

Huangmao didn't understand the etiquette of upper-class society, but he felt that every move of the two women in front of him was particularly pleasing to the eye.

It's so beautiful that it makes people feel distant, and they can't help but feel a little ashamed of themselves.

It also makes people want to pull them down, make them fall from the clouds, and never be able to be so high and mighty again.

It was precisely because of this that he simply could not imagine that Ruan Xingchen, who had been extremely calm from beginning to end, would start cursing.

"I said you're scum, don't you understand?"

Ruan Xingchen repeated it patiently and sneered, "A deaf person can also come out to make trouble? It seems that the threshold to become a gangster is really not high nowadays."

Her tone was still calm, and her accent was elegant and moving.

It even gives people the illusion that she is talking to people gently and politely.

It is precisely because of this that her words are particularly hurtful.

"Smelly cousin!"

Huang Mao suddenly flew into a rage and shouted, "I think you are looking for death."

"Ms. Ruan, isn't it a bad idea for us to anger them like this?"

Wu Yue's face turned pale, and she lowered her voice in panic: "These people are unreasonable!"

what happened!

The situation is stronger than the people. How can two weak women like them fight against these twenty or thirty people?

They are now like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others. Why is Ruan Xingchen still provoking them?

If they really annoy these people, will they still talk to them about gentlemanly manners?

"You're scared now? It's too late!"

The yellow-haired man's face was so gloomy that it looked like water was about to drip out of it. He said fiercely, "You stinky bitch, today I will let you know what regret is!"

"I irritated them? If telling the truth irritates them, then I did."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his smile, but Ruan Xingchen's eyes turned cold.

She looked at the yellow-haired man and said coldly, "Oh, I probably forgot to tell you. I hate it most when people curse at me."

"What do you dare do if I scold you?" The yellow-haired man laughed in anger, clenched his fists and said coldly: "Don't worry, when you lie on my bed and cry, you will get used to me scolding you... Ah! You bitch!"

"boom!"

Along with the sound of fists hitting flesh, Huangmao couldn't help but wail, covering his mouth and screaming in pain.

Wu Yue covered her mouth, barely suppressing a scream, but her face was pale and there was only one thought in her head.

It’s over.

It's really over.

Ruan Xingchen didn't say anything and just raised his hand and punched the yellow-haired man in the mouth.

Her arms are slender and white, clearly expressing what it means to have fair arms and creamy skin.

However, it is this hand that looks like a work of art that clearly and neatly interprets what violent aesthetics is.

After one punch, bright red blood dripped from the gaps in the yellow-haired man's big hand that was covering his mouth.

Such a beautiful hand, can it punch with such strength?

How did a lady from a wealthy family develop such a temperament that she would take action without complaining?

Wu Yue was surprised and frightened, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a little happy.

These foul-mouthed people who have no respect for women deserve this kind of treatment.

only……

This punch almost destroyed all their retreat routes.

No matter how powerful Ruan Xingchen is, can he fight against twenty or thirty big men alone?

At this point, it's too late to say whether it's right or not.

Wu Yue looked around, picked up a stick about two fingers thick from the roadside and held it in his hand. His calves were weak, but he still stood firmly beside Ruan Xingchen.

At worst, I’ll just give it my all!

"Since you can't learn to shut up, I'm going to teach you how to shut up."

He raised his foot and kicked the yellow-haired man in the heart, knocking him to the ground.

The thick-heeled leather boots stepped on the yellow-haired man's belly. Ruan Xingchen looked down at him coldly, "If you can't speak, you should learn to be mute. Today I only knocked out two of your front teeth, but I don't know where I'll find your body someday..."

"Corpse, corpse?" Wu Yue's eyes widened in horror.

Could it be that the Huo family actually has some underworld background?

After a brief moment of shock and anger, Huangmao's chest was filled with rage, and he roared, "Bitch, you're looking for death!"

"What are you all standing there for?!" He roared at the others, "Get your weapons! I'm going to make this bitch kneel down and lick my shoes today!"

This woman actually dared to make him lose face!

Damn!

"Catch them!" someone among the minions shouted excitedly, "Let's have a taste of rich women!"

Everyone's eyes were shining with excitement.

"and many more!"

Wu Yue clenched the thin stick in her hand and raised her voice, "Wait a minute, I have something to say!"

Her voice trembled, but fortunately it was loud enough to make the others stop temporarily.

The yellow-haired man sneered and said darkly, "It's too late to beg for mercy now! If I don't let you die in your bed today, how will you survive in the future?"

"Aren't you just looking for sex?"

Wu Yue swallowed, trying to appear calm, raised her hand and pulled out the necklace from under her collar: "What is this? Do you recognize it?"