Jiang Ruo had a lot of fun at the bar at first, but then a few gentlemen came.

Touching hands and feet on her, verbally insulting.

She was disturbed by someone, and she was unhappy.

The hall was filled with smoke and the smell of wine was strong.

There were about five or six men standing in front of them, all of whom seemed to be rich second generations who often hung out in bars.

The leader of them is a red-haired man who looks very obscene.

Someone whistled at Jiang Ruo: "Yo, the girl is right enough." ”

"This small figure, you have to be a thief."

The red-haired man looked at Jiang Ruo from top to bottom unabashedly, staring at her chest insolently.

He licked his lips obscenely, and his tone was light and fierce: "Tonight, either kneel down to accompany me with the wine, or let Lao Tzu cool in public." ”

Jiang Ruo looked at him coldly and said slowly, "Get out." ”

The red-haired man snorted, and the desire for Jiang Ruo in his eyes did not decrease, "It's quite strong, master, I will treat strong women!" ”

After that, the attendant behind him wanted to come up to control Jiang Ruo and force her to comply.

Jiang Ruo is not the master who is bullied.

She picked up the bottle on the marble table and slammed it open.

Jiang Ruo raised his hand holding the broken wine bottle, with a desperate ruthlessness: "I see who dares to step forward." ”

This move angered the man, and the red-haired man gritted his teeth and said: "It's your honor that Lao Tzu takes a fancy to you, and you don't know what to lift." ”

Jiang Ruo looked at him without fear and scolded: "Scum." ”

Seeing that Jiang Ruo was not a good bully, the man's followers advised him one after another.

"Brother Dong, why don't you forget it?"

"It's just a woman, and there are many obedient people."

"That's it, don't really make trouble."

"Huo Sanye is also in the night tonight, and he will pick up the wind for Young Master Zhou, in case he disturbs his old man's house, no one will have to go around without eating."

At the mention of Huo Jinting's name, the red-haired man couldn't help but be afraid.

But he's been in bars for so long, where can he allow a woman to challenge his authority.

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At the same time, the VIP box on the third floor.

Zhou Qihe finally returned to Rongcheng after a year, and tonight's game was dedicated to him to pick up the wind and wash the dust.

Huo Jinting sat on the single sofa.

He was dressed in a black suit, leaning back languidly, his legs folded.

The bony fingers held the cigarette, and the scarlet smoke lit up with light and dark.

In the white mist, the phoenix eyes behind the gold-wire glasses looked cold and sharp.

Originally, he ordered several princesses for Zhou Qihe, but they were all sent away by him.

Huo Jinting flicked the ashes of his cigarette and asked casually: "How did you become a monk?" ”

"Don't even drink anymore?"

Zhou Qihe's expression was gloomy, and he said darkly: "I was injured by alcoholism before, and I can't drink anymore." ”

Zhou Qihe had been crazy about drinking for a while, and Huo Jinting knew about it.

But what he didn't know was that Zhou Qihe was depressed because of emotional injuries.

Huo Jinting said: "Are you going to leave when you come back this time?" ”

Zhou Qihe sat up straight, raised his hands behind his head, and said in a cynical tone: "Don't go." ”

He searched for a year in the imperial capital and couldn't find anyone, and he was almost dying.

There was an uproar in the hall, and soon it spread in the night.

Huo Jinting's assistant heard the news and immediately came over to report it.

Huo Jinting's hands were covered with green tendons, and his rich black eyes were full of coldness.

He got up suddenly, his slender legs holding his suit pants straight and shapely.

Zhou Qihe looked over and asked, "Brother Ting, what's wrong?" ”

Huo Jinting's tone was indifferent, "There is something to deal with." ”

What if Jiang didn't stay at home and run to the bar with that beautiful face to die?