My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

Ke Yanze walked in slowly, with a half-smile on the corner of his lips, his eyes narrowed slightly, and wherever the shuddering eyes passed, they gave people a lot of coercion.

He stared at Fang Yichen, and repeated what he said just now: "What will happen to me."

"You..." Fang Yichen looked at the person in front of him, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

After Ke Yanze came in, he chased after the two waiters who came in. After looking at each other, he bowed his waist and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this customer sat in the next room for a long time, we really can't stop him... "

Song Wang didn't expect that Ke Yanze, who was supposed to be lying in the hotel room, would appear here. He sat next door for a long time, not knowing how much he heard.

He was about to speak when he saw the other party turned his face and said expressionlessly, "I'll settle the score with you later."

"..." Song Wang immediately stopped talking.

Let's think about how to appease this furry kitten later.

Ke Yanze turned his gaze back to Fang Yichen, raised his chin arrogantly and impatiently: "Speak, huh? Tell me what you just said to him again."

After all, the latter has experienced many big scenes, and he quickly recovered from the surprise just now, and his expression did not change at all: "It's like what you just heard, why should I repeat it?"

Ke Yanze laughed back angrily, tilted his head to look around, and waved his hands back: "All losses will be charged to my account." After speaking, he turned back to Song Wang and said, "Stay back."

Song Wang didn't understand, but stepped back a few steps as he said.

The two waiters who received the instructions also looked at each other in confusion, and when they turned their heads again, they saw that the customer who seemed to have a bad temper had already dragged a chair and stood there. Throw it straight at the person opposite.

What the fuck? ? ?

What the hell? ? ?

That force, which can be felt from the wind that cuts through the air and blows to the face, is not ordinary.

The two waiters had never seen such a scene before, and when they turned pale with fright and wanted to stop it, they found that they couldn't intervene at all.

Ke Yanze beat people very carefully. First, he casually raised a chair and threw it at Fang Yichen's body, then walked around half of the table, grabbed the opponent's collar, and punched him.

He only used [-]% of his strength for that punch, and before the opponent could howl, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

So careless.

Ke Yanze curled his lips, as if he had been stained with some filth, he loosened his collar in disgust, and the latter fell straight on the ground, unconscious.

Song Wang was already dumbfounded, and he forgot about persuading the fight. It wasn't until Ke Yanze threw Fang Yichen away that he reacted belatedly:

"...Yan Ze."

Ke Yanze heard his voice, and when he turned around, the hostility on his face disappeared immediately: "What's the matter."

Song Wang opened his mouth, but the words stuck in his throat, and he shook his head.

"If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it later." Ke Yanze stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, and walked out.

The opponent grabbed him a little too hard, and Song Wang's hand hurt, but he didn't dare to speak at this moment.

He could feel Ke Yanze's suppressed anger, as if it could burst out at any time, but even the air around him was a little gloomy.