(212) Love is not doubtful

Yan Shaocheng in the middle of the night is a bastard, and it doesn't make people worry when he is drunk, he must let me go, I want to strangle him now. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I washed up for a while and changed into clothes. Pick up the bag and leave, I have the idea of wanting to split Yan Shaocheng into my stomach.

It was about 1:50 and close to 2 o'clock when I arrived at the place, the address sent by Yan Xiangwei. It is a nightclub called White Night Gate VIP1082 box.

I admired myself and came to this place in the middle of the night to meet my husband. It seems that it is still early to close the door at this time, and it is really mixed inside.

I found out that Yan Shaocheng is really a lot of bastards now, I originally planned that he would not care about him no matter what, but he can't play like this and toss me.

The lady inside turned her face like a ghost, and I couldn't even look at it directly.

Maybe I'm afraid that others will recognize me, but I also admire that such a woman can also play with her body.

I just hope that Yan Shaocheng's vision is not too bad, and I am not a person with feudal thoughts, but Yan Shaocheng wants to play, and I also hope that he will find a clean way to play.

I pushed the door straight in, after all, no one would hear even if there was a knock on the door, and the noise inside was very loud.

There are only four men in it, of course, except for Yan Shaocheng, two of them seem to be the closest partners of Fangzheng, but I don't know about the other one.

The man looked in his early thirties, and he should have been around thirty-two years old.

A few thoughts instantly appeared in my mind, usually Yan Shaocheng pretended to be drunk with me, but now there are outsiders, he is pretending to be drunk, there should be a certain reason, and Yan Xiangwei is not there at this moment, I think Yan Shaocheng should have a useful intention to come to me.

Isn't Yan Shaocheng coming to me to play a play? What does he need from me, Mrs. Yan, to do?

I looked at the woman next to Yan Shaocheng, indeed, Yan Shaocheng's vision is still very good, a beautiful and bewitching woman.

I reached for the sound switch on the wall and pressed it to pause. The voice is too chaotic to be heard in the acting.

Soon everyone looked at me.

"Who is this young lady?" The man I didn't know seemed curious about who I was.

But the other two knew who I was.

I sighed in my heart, it seems that I really want to play a, I really haven't acted in my life, so I'm not very good at acting.

"Mr. Wang, this is Miss Fang, Fang Jingxian." The other man, who was in his fifties, introduced me.

I was indifferent and looked directly at Yan Shaocheng.

He was tilting his head to the side at the moment, looking like he was really drunk, but the beautiful woman next to him was still wiping his sweat on the side.

I have to say that Yan Shaocheng is a man who is quite feminine, and prefers a beast man like him.

"It's my wife." Yan Shaocheng looked up at me at this moment, and his head seemed to be very heavy. I have to say that he acted very similarly. "Wife, you're here."

I can't say Yan Shaocheng's expression, but I just want to hit him.

I kept smiling and didn't care about the origin of this king. I approached Yan Shaocheng and smiled at the woman beside him.

"I'm sorry, please stay away from my husband. I'll take care of it. Of course, I still spoke in the same tone, as if I really cared about my husband, but in fact I wanted to pinch him directly at this moment, instead of asking for warmth here.

The man known as Mr. Wang glanced at me, as if he was reviewing my direct relationship with Yan Shaocheng.

However, I roughly understand who Yan Shaocheng is going to play this scene for.

I approached Yan Shaocheng and whispered in his ear, in a voice that only each other could hear.

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation." I smiled at him.

Who knew that Yan Shaocheng suddenly hugged me, and in such a situation, everyone was in full view.

"Wife, am I wrong?" He hugged me in front of me like a coquettish.

Sure enough, Yan Shaocheng did it on purpose, he was pretending to be drunk.

He wanted to act in front of outsiders, and it was good, I quickly understood it and knew how I was going to act.

I kept smiling and pulled Yan Shaocheng up. "Husband, let's go home."

In my heart, there is another thought, when we get home, we will slowly settle the account.

"Miss Fang." At this moment, the man who was called Mr. Wang stood up, as if he was curious about us.

I turned my head to look at him, wondering what was going on with this man.

（212）

Yan Shaocheng in the middle of the night is a bastard, and it doesn't make people worry when he is drunk, he must let me go, I want to strangle him now.

I washed up for a while and changed into clothes. Pick up the bag and leave, I have the idea of wanting to split Yan Shaocheng into my stomach.

It was about 1:50 and close to 2 o'clock when I arrived at the place, the address sent by Yan Xiangwei. It is a nightclub called White Night Gate VIP1082 box.

I admired myself and came to this place in the middle of the night to meet my husband. It seems that it is still early to close the door at this time, and it is really mixed inside.

I found out that Yan Shaocheng is really a lot of bastards now, I originally planned that he would not care about him no matter what, but he can't play like this and toss me.

The lady inside turned her face like a ghost, and I couldn't even look at it directly.

Maybe I'm afraid that others will recognize me, but I also admire that such a woman can also play with her body.

I just hope that Yan Shaocheng's vision is not too bad, and I am not a person with feudal thoughts, but Yan Shaocheng wants to play, and I also hope that he will find a clean way to play.

I pushed the door straight in, after all, no one would hear even if there was a knock on the door, and the noise inside was very loud.

There are only four men in it, of course, except for Yan Shaocheng, two of them seem to be the closest partners of Fangzheng, but I don't know about the other one.

The man looked in his early thirties, and he should have been around thirty-two years old.

A few thoughts instantly appeared in my mind, usually Yan Shaocheng pretended to be drunk with me, but now there are outsiders, he is pretending to be drunk, there should be a certain reason, and Yan Xiangwei is not there at this moment, I think Yan Shaocheng should have a useful intention to come to me.

Isn't Yan Shaocheng coming to me to play a play? What does he need from me, Mrs. Yan, to do?

I looked at the woman next to Yan Shaocheng, indeed, Yan Shaocheng's vision is still very good, a beautiful and bewitching woman.

I reached for the sound switch on the wall and pressed it to pause. The voice is too chaotic to be heard in the acting.

Soon everyone looked at me.

"Who is this young lady?" The man I didn't know seemed curious about who I was.

But the other two knew who I was.

I sighed in my heart, it seems that I really want to play a, I really haven't acted in my life, so I'm not very good at acting.

"Mr. Wang, this is Miss Fang, Fang Jingxian." The other man, who was in his fifties, introduced me.

I was indifferent and looked directly at Yan Shaocheng.

He was tilting his head to the side at the moment, looking like he was really drunk, but the beautiful woman next to him was still wiping his sweat on the side.

I have to say that Yan Shaocheng is a man who is quite feminine, and prefers a beast man like him.

"It's my wife." Yan Shaocheng looked up at me at this moment, and his head seemed to be very heavy. I have to say that he acted very similarly. "Wife, you're here."

I can't say Yan Shaocheng's expression, but I just want to hit him.

I kept smiling and didn't care about the origin of this king. I approached Yan Shaocheng and smiled at the woman beside him.

"I'm sorry, please stay away from my husband. I'll take care of it. Of course, I still spoke in the same tone, as if I really cared about my husband, but in fact, I wanted to pinch it directly at the moment, thinking about what was going on with this man.

(To be continued.) )