Except for a few women, how many women can tolerate others scolding themselves for being dirty and saying they stink?

Although I couldn't bear to grab the chair next to me and smash it into the back of the man's head, I was so angry that I couldn't say anything when I pointed at the man: "Bastard, who are you, what nonsense!" ”

The man stood up and turned around slowly, the height of nearly 1.9 meters brought me a great sense of oppression, coupled with that strong physique, I had the illusion that the man could lift me up with a light grab.

The corner of his left mouth provoked an evil smile, revealing a mouthful of hateful white teeth: "Aren't you looking for a poet to hate, I am, you dirty thing thinks you've lived enough, and you want me to help you solve it?" ”

"You're dirty!" After casually fighting back, I realized what he said and looked at him in astonishment, "Are you a hated poet?" So who did I see that day? ”

Without waiting for the man to answer, I was stunned, and I was even more angry: "I know, you just colluded to cheat money, thinking that if you change someone and say that I recognized the wrong person at the time, you can not be investigated, right?" You guys are scams, bastards, pay me back! ”

The man, that is, the poet Qiu, looked me up and down, and then sneered: "It's still a dirty thing with a brain problem." ”

The string of reason in my mind broke, and as soon as I grabbed it, I didn't know what I had caught and threw it at the man, and with a wave of my hand, I slapped it away, and then I pulled it out of my pocket, and took out a yellow silk cloth.

With a flick of my hand, Huang Chou became very long, and before I could react, Huang Silk rolled towards me, and in the blink of an eye, he connected his arm and tied my upper body like a cocoon chrysalis.

"What, what do you do?" My face was clouded, and when I tried to break free of the yellow silk, the yellow silk tightened on its own, causing my hands to ache and my chest to ache and I was short of breath.

I looked down and saw that the yellow cloth had some symbols painted with cinnabar-like paint, and I don't know if it was an illusion, but I felt that the red symbols were shining.

"What the hell is this, you let go of me, let go of me...... Yes! ”

Grabbing the man at one end of the yellow silk, I was forced to move forward, accidentally stepping on my left foot and tripped over my right foot.

Angry and cried: "Bastard, bastard! ”

The two bodyguards at the door rushed in when they heard the sound, and as soon as they saw my situation, they immediately put on a posture that was about to be opened: "What do you want to do, let go of Miss!" ”

When I looked up at the poet, I noticed that surprise flashed in his face.

My gut told me that his surprise was never because of the two bodyguards.

Immediately, he looked down at me, and after I entered the door, he really took me seriously, and after half a sound, he whispered slightly: "How is it possible?" ”

Then, he walked towards me with his long legs, and the bodyguard attacked me when he saw this, and he unceremoniously kicked one of the bodyguards in the stomach, and the other flicked it, and flew out over the shoulder, and the shot was fierce and vicious, and he himself stopped in front of me.

Squatting down on one knee, resting one hand casually on his lap, lifting my chin with the other hand to look at me very closely, and then leaning over to almost touch my face, I almost thought he was going to kiss me, but he just turned it on...... Sniffed!

My face darkened, and I looked at his close face, grinding my teeth, and wondering if I should bite down!

But when I made a decision, he had already retreated, and his black eyes looked at me deeply: "It's ......"