He's super cute

Xiang Xing couldn't say that he wanted the wind to get the wind and the rain to get the rain, but everyone coaxed and hugged him when he walked, let alone being slapped severely in public.

Still don't know where the duckling came from.

"You fucking..." Xiang Xing's face turned from white to blue, and the veins on his temples were bulging. His sanity was washed away by the anger, and he raised his hand, about to grab Yu Xiaoque's collar and arrest him. Drag it over, "Little Cousin, I'll kill you."

Jiang Yan raised his eyelids lazily, his eyes were pitch black, making people shudder.

Xiang Xing's hand raised high in the air unconsciously retracted.

At some point, Yu Xiaoque kicked off the young man next to Jiang Yan, landed on his lap, and buried her little head in Jiang Yan's shoulder.

Little Canary breathed softly and lightly, scratching the side of Jiang Yan's neck like a small feather, as if her heart had been hit softly by something.

"He..." Yu Xiaoque hugged the man tightly as if feeling insecure, clutching his fingers with her small hand, muttering softly, "He's playing hooligan..."

Jiang Yan ignored him, and put his right hand on the wooden armrest of the brown sofa, and the cigarette smoke curled up between his fingers.

Yu Xiaoque couldn't help coughing twice.

"Brother Jiang wants to protect him?" Xiang Xing didn't dare to provoke Jiang Yan, but he really couldn't swallow it.

"He can only see one face." The corners of Jiang Yan's mouth curled up, and he pinched Yu Xiaoque's face and let out a puff of smoke.

"I can't bear it."

The tone is tender, and it looks like how affectionate it is.

But how can anyone bring his lover to such a place and let others do it.

"For Brother Jiang's sake, I won't make things difficult for him." Xiang Xing returned rationally, glared at Yu Xiaoque viciously, and poured three glasses of white wine maliciously, "If he drinks this wine, it's over."

This kind of method is not uncommon in their circle, and the disobedient gadgets are not allowed to be fiddled with when they are drunk.

This Xiang Xing likes to play and abuse again, the little beauty is afraid that she will suffer for her delicate skin and tender flesh.

"I raise this little thing dearly." Jiang Yan rubbed the back of Yu Xiaoque's neck, and said unhurriedly, "It's very delicate, no, I just put a bottle on it."

The back of Yu Xiaoque's neck was numb, and she hugged Jiang Yan stiffly, like a drowning person holding on to the last piece of driftwood.

He sneaked a glance at Xiang Xing again, his mouth glistened like a cat's, and his lips were red, very seductive for no reason.

"If Brother Jiang is reluctant..." Xiang Xing took a deep breath, "Then..."

"Reluctance?" Jiang Yan glanced sideways at Xiang Xing, and sneered as if hearing a funny joke.

He lowered his head and pinched Yu Xiaoque's chin, with a hint of mockery, "Tell me, do I miss you?"

Yu Xiaoque saw the careless contempt in Jiang Yan's eyes, her throat was choked, and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Sir, it's him playing hooligans, I..." Little Canary panicked incoherently, and her eyes were red, "He took my hand and touched there..."

"What do you think you are here for?" Jiang Yan shaved his hair behind his ears, pinched his little butt like a playful, and said with a smile, "What are you pretending to be innocent? How about the wave of hooking up a few days ago?" went?"

Everyone in the private room stopped their movements, waiting to watch the excitement.

Yu Xiaoque seemed to have been stripped naked for public display, the man said harsh words one after another, like slaps on the face one after another.

He's become a shameless little slut.

Yu Xiaoque's hands and feet were cold, her ears were buzzing, her eyes became blurred the more she wiped, "I, I..."

Obviously not like this.

In the end, he could only cobble together a sentence tremblingly, "Sir, why did you treat me like this..."

"Go." Jiang Yan lowered his eyelids halfway, and wiped away the teardrops on the little Canary's long eyelashes with pity, and said softly, "I have drunk, and I will make an apology to the young master."

"Just don't torment me to death."

Hearing Jiang Yan's words, Xiang Xing was not polite anymore, and directly grabbed Yu Xiaoque's hair and brought him in front of him.

Yu Xiaoque felt light and empty, and she couldn't even feel the severe pain on her scalp, as if she was pushed into a dark room, floating down, into a chaotic night.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, it turned out that his long hair was convenient for being pulled around.

Who knows who kicked him behind him, his knees were already hurting, and he knelt down at Xiang Xing's feet.

There was a burst of laughter in the private room, as if he was making a joke of him.

What the hell is he?

He closed his eyes in embarrassment, his face was whiter than paper, and he bit his lips into his teeth.

"Drink it, I don't care about it." Xiang Xing pointed to the white wine on the table, looking down at the trembling ball.

Yu Xiaoque's stomach was churning, if she drank this wine again, it would be a question of whether she would survive tonight.

He doesn't want to die.

Even though his life was worse than that of a dog, he still didn't want to die.

The little beauty rubbed back, turned her head away, with a face of resistance.

The young man next to Jiang Yan kicked Yu Xiaoque's shoulders pretending to be unintentional, kicked him staggeringly, and slammed him on the coffee table with a bang, and he knocked over the wine on the coffee table.

Yu Xiaoque fell down on the coffee table, her body was covered with wine, and she coughed in embarrassment.

"So impatient?" Xiang Xing simply picked up a bottle of wine and poured it directly on Yu Xiaoque's face.

Totally had fun with him.

Jiang Yan glanced at the phone, stood up slowly, "Here comes the person, I'll pick it up, you play slowly."

Yu Xiaoque struggled to turn over, struggled to catch Jiang Yan, and hissed, "Sir, help me..."

But the man is even stingy with his eyes, and he only cares about the person outside the door.

"Tsk." Xiang Xing squatted down, and touched Yu Xiaoque's white and soft waist along the hem, "Do you know who he is going to pick up?"

"Cheng Yu, that's a great painter, he's held in high esteem."

Yu Xiaoque lay in the wine, tears poured out of his eye sockets like a bank, panting, he twisted his hand to avoid Xiang Xing.

Surrounded by a circle of people, without dignity, like a duckling for sale, dirty and miserable.

"Look at you." Xiang Xing pulled out his belt to tie Yu Xiaoque's crooked wrist, "Can you compare with others?"

Seeing that Xiang Xing was about to pull down his trousers, Yu Xiaoque suddenly gained momentum and struggled violently, kicking wildly with her two thin legs.

Xiang Xing didn't expect that he dared to resist, and his inattention really overturned him.

Yu Xiaoque's trousers had been taken down halfway, and she didn't have time to pull them up, so she ran towards the door in a disheveled manner.

He just touched the doorknob, and before he could pull it open, he was pulled back by his hair.

Several hands pressed his small body firmly to the ground, he was like meat on a chopping board, unable to move.

"Sir, help me..." Yu Xiaoque's clear eyes were filled with tears, and she looked in the direction of the door sadly, "Don't..."

"You still dare to run?" Xiang Xing raised his hand and slapped Yu Xiaoque twice.

The red marks on the little beauty's face were clearly visible, her big eyes were empty, her hands and feet were struggling desperately, and she was muttering something in her mouth.

Until that point of light is getting dimmer.

His lower body was cold, and his two moist and well-proportioned legs were exposed to the air.