Luo Qiong grabbed the young man, forced him to stay behind him, stepped forward, and said with a smile through wine. "The big brother in front, he's my one. So, can you give my little sister a face and give him to me? ”

He is the person under the other party's wallet, so he has no right to interfere with what the other party has done to him, after all, drinking is his professional content. Just like (female cousins) are used to sleep, a girl who is engaged in this industry, after being booked for the night, no matter how many people sleep with her, outsiders have no right to interfere. The same is true for the present. In addition, she Luo Qiong herself is not the kind of person who is shrewd and skillful, and she can't do anything like stunning Quartet, so she can only use vague hints to imply that this young man has a special relationship with herself, and she uses the identity of a related person to participate in this matter.

Otherwise, Luo Qiong was very skeptical that at the end of the incident, he would be made to the point that he had to rely on Zhenyan's force to fight out. Of course, there is a necessary condition attached to the worst ending, that is, Zhenyan is willing to fight for her.

Looking at Zhenyan out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the girl was standing there coldly with her hands folded and playing the role of an outsider, with no intention of helping her at all. For a while, I screamed in my heart again and again.

The man who had spent his own money was suddenly asked to be transferred, and the man, who had also drunk a lot of alcohol himself, was the first to be scolded, and his anger rose at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. foresees, if Luo Qiong is a man, then the next development of the story will definitely need to rely on fists to fight all the way out of the momentum, maybe there will be a few sentences in the middle, there is a kind of waiting not to go, Lao Tzu will ask someone to cut you down in minutes and other side developments. It's a pity that Luo Qiong is a girl, a girl with the skin of a goddess.

No matter how dim the lights in the corridor were, no matter how much wine the man had drunk before meeting Luo Qiong, after glaring fiercely a few times, he immediately reacted. Wow! Goddess, who is more beautiful than the goddess on TV.

Wow, go out and bump into the goddess. Quickly reach out and wipe your saliva.

Under the dim warm light of KTV, Luo Qiong, who was already half-drunk, was wearing Sun Xiaoyou's goddess skin, with a drunken and hazy look, and now he was looking at him with pitiful eyes. In that way, if you want more small white flowers, you will have as many small white flowers.

Although in this Internet age, a different kind of goddess will pop up every few days, and it is the same thing for most people. But how to say it, can a goddess hanging high on the net be compared with a living standing in front of her at your fingertips? Moreover, even if those grassroots goddesses who are constantly popping up are far less difficult to get started than before, they are also the private collections of high-ranking officials, right? Where is the turn to get grass people like him to covet.

Listening to the sound of coaxing, something exploded in his head, and now where did he have any time to worry about the drunken young man's drinking companion. Now the only thought left in this man's mind is the goddess, haha, I didn't think that Lao Tzu would have a chance to play a goddess. Tall and dead, we are short and poor, and there are goddesses to play with.

I had the idea that it was inappropriate for children in my heart, and after looking left and right for a while, he said: "Since it was my sister's mouth, brother, I naturally won't thin my sister's face, but my brother came with a group of people, and this kid ran away after drinking half of the wine, which is also something that everyone knows." If you don't even have an explanation, you will let the person go, and the sister said what the people inside will think of her brother. Therefore, the sister still went in with her brother and drank with everyone. As he spoke, he didn't wait for Luo Qiong to react, so he reached out to grab her.

Although he said that his brother would never force you or anything like that, his actual actions were the opposite.

Although this man thinks that he is in one acre and three points of land in the city, he is still a talkative character, but after all, KTV is in public, although the current society is a society with weak human feelings, and the possibility of a hero saving beauty is very low when he sees a girl being bullied. However, the powerful and ubiquitous selfie party seems to be more frightening than a roar at the sight of injustice.

If you don't know each other, sweep your small phone and post it on the Internet.

What the state apparatus can only deal with after the fact, can he stop it? Although he is a local snake, he has never been afraid of public opinion, but some people are afraid. I heard that last month, the big guy was killed by someone with a heart because of a small mobile phone, and I heard that the top level of society is keen to fight tigers. It's better for him, a little snake, not to commit crimes against the wind, first coaxed in softly by the goddess, and then in what posture he uses, and being by a few people, it's not just a matter of his thoughts.

As for the girl who stood there coldly with her hands folded......

Oh, another goddess, and she's half-blooded. Although proud as an iceberg, the domineering leakage of mixed-race genes is definitely not comparable to that of mere Asians. Look at that figure, look at that facial features, tsk, even if Lao Tzu can't get up tomorrow, he will admit it.

Lao Tzu just won't want to get up tomorrow.

Lao Tzu couldn't get up, and Lao Tzu was proud and proud from then on, because Lao Tzu went to two goddesses overnight.

At this time, Luo Qiong, who was half drunk, didn't say anything, stepped on his feet and hated the sky, and dragged a drunk little fresh meat behind his back who was no different from a dead pig and refused to let go, wanting to avoid the man in front of him, two words - dreaming.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhenyan, who had been standing with her hands crossed, although she was still pretending to be an outsider, but after the man grabbed her hand into the palm of his hand, he obviously changed his standing posture. Although a little helplessly annoyed, she really reacted.

So Luo Qiong knew at the moment that although this Zhenyan would really die under normal circumstances, how could she say it, she definitely didn't look at what happened to that group of people pulling her in, but she was still indifferent. She's a woman, after all, isn't it.

Although Wang Aiyi is also a woman, Zhenyan and Wang Aiyi are two completely different people, and Zhenyan will not sit idly by.

After eating the reassuring pills, Luo Qiong swaggered and dragged her little fresh meat in.

A good luxury bag, just by a group of ghosts crying wolf howl made like a fire, this group of young people gathered in the house, with a hair dyed so that people can't help but think of the non-mainstream man of the Asian mat washing, blowing and cutting combination. It's just that in the middle of this group, the man who is obviously the backbone of the heart, does not stay there in a sitting position, but lies down. A girl with a hot figure is swinging on him, making content similar to Guanyin sitting on a lotus, which is inappropriate for children.

Looking at the man carefully, Luo Qiong was speechless.

The bruised face, the neck brace around the neck, isn't this the son of the municipal party secretary's family?

It's a coincidence that I can meet you anywhere.

However, as the identity of the other party's dignified second generation, he was so mixed that he wanted to go to the civilian area to have fun. It can be concluded from this that although this son can still be at large, his identity and status are not as good as before. In any case, with the perverted protective desire of the men of the Celestial Empire for their sons, no matter who they are, no matter what the reason, it is not easy to get rid of their incense inheritance.

Compared with Luo Qiong's broadness, the next moment he saw her, the son of the municipal party secretary's family was obviously not calm. When I swept my eyes to the door of the private room, I was immediately scared.

Hey~ Why did you find a girl?

Tell you, that's not sister paper, that's a tyrannosaurus in the skin of sister paper. And it's the kind that eats meat and doesn't spit out bones.

After a spirit, he completely ignored the injuries on his body, and even didn't care what he was still stuck in the person on his body, and rolled over and rolled directly to the back of the sofa. One can expect the chaos that comes with that kind of reckless evasion.

The son-in-law of the municipal party secretary's family took his playmate like that, and the two rolled back together with a grunt, smashing over the sofa and smashing a lot of them. By the way, the wound was touched, and the pain made the chickens and dogs jump for a while. It seemed that the beast was beaten by Zhen Yan one after another, and it was so mentally disturbed that when he saw her, he couldn't even maintain his human form.

Where is there still a certain second-generation momentum that was once arrogant and rampant.

……

Back in his private room, a group of people hurriedly put the young man on the sofa, because of the acute alcohol poisoning, the once jerky and moving little fresh meat is now pale, purple lips, and a big cold sweat.

On this day, Xiao Xianrou's luck was very good, he met Luo Qiong before drinking himself to death, and Luo Qiong came out with a group of doctors and nurses to play. Therefore, almost immediately, he was carefully diagnosed and treated by a large number of medical staff.

Kang Jianwu stretched out a hand, rolled his eyelids and said, "Simple alcohol poisoning is not too serious, because he himself is still conscious and has already vomited, so he doesn't need to go to the hospital again." Just give him some sugary fruits and drink plenty of water. "While giving the conclusion of diagnosis and treatment quickly, he also prescribes medicine neatly.

But the so-called prescriptions are, at best, some common fruits such as apples and bananas. Although there are fruits in the private room of KTV, due to Kang Jiawu's consideration of the ladies' strict control of calorie intake, almost all of them are low-sugar and energy-saving weight loss fruits. The only watermelon with diuretic effect, it was also eaten clean by the greedy little Lori.

It's normal for children to love sweetness.

"Honey, yes, and vitamins C and B." As a KTV for civilian flowers, coupled with the century-old wine culture of the Heavenly Empire. That kind of dross culture links whether or not to drink and how much alcohol is related to whether or not to drink, whether to be righteous, and whether to be capable, so it can be said that there are countless children who fall here every day.

There are these emergency hangover materials in the supermarket attached to the KTV, which Luo Qiong saw when he just came in.

grabbed his wallet in a hurry, and was about to run outside, when Xiao Xianrou, who was lying on the sofa, grabbed it. "No...... Go ...... "because of my relationship...... Offended that boy...... You can't go it alone right now...... Something is going to happen......

But in his heart, he is turning the river and the sea, and it is not easy for him to barely squeeze out these two words. After two words, there was another surge in the stomach, and the girls, who were professional nurses, knew what was going to happen next as soon as they saw his face. Very agile to drag the garbage basket and pick it up. Not a drop was spilled, and the so-called nursing professionals did their jobs so strongly.

Since she was vomiting, she couldn't hold Luo Qiong's hand like that anymore, and if she didn't pay attention, the girl ran out without looking back. He stared blankly at the departing figure, and after a sigh, Zhenyan followed out again.