Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 899 He is a bad embryo
Song Shaoyan didn't know where his temper came from, so he strode over and lifted the tablecloth vigorously!
He tightly grasped Ning An's wrist and dragged her out.

"Who are you, what are you doing..." Ning An was too drunk to move, and desperately grabbed the sofa and backed away.

Her cheeks were flushed, she was drunk, and everyone was a double image.

"Ning An, take a good look at who I am!" Song Shaoyan grabbed her neck.

"Who are you, I don't know you, I don't know you. I haven't finished listening to my story... I'm going to call someone! Help! There are, there are, there are hooligans..." Her voice dropped, very Wronged.

Song Shaoyan had never seen Ning An who was so drunk, he was so angry that he almost cursed.

He suppressed his anger, his eyes were burning red.

"Take a good look!" Song Shaoyan opened a bottle of mineral water with a cold face, and poured it on Ning An's face.

As soon as the cold water stimulated him, Ning An shook his head, shaking off the drops of water on his face.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at Song Shaoyan.

There was no sound for a long time.

"See clearly? Ning An, who am I?" Song Shaoyan raised her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Ning An's hair was disheveled with drops of water on his face, his eyes were dark and lonely.

She looked left and right, and said in a trance, "You...you look a bit like that big star..."

Song Shaoyan was so angry that he poured mineral water all over her face again!

"Look carefully! Ning An, who the hell am I!"

Shocked, Ning An opened his eyes wide and stared at Song Shaoyan.

She just stared at him.

After watching it for a long time, she cried "wow", feeling very wronged: "Why do you look so similar to that bastard... That bastard is like this... that's what..."

Song Shaoyan: "..."

"That bastard's surname is Song, what's your surname..." Ning An looked up at him.

Wet hair hung down her forehead and cheeks, and her vacant eyes were dull and dull.

"Why are you like him? If you can't imitate anyone, you have to imitate him...the hair is cut the same as his...really..." Ning An narrowed his eyes, stood on tiptoe, and rubbed his face, "Others The quality is very poor, it is extremely poor, you have to learn from anyone who is not good..."

Song Shaoyan's face was extremely gloomy, and he wanted to tear Ning An apart.

The light shone on his angry face, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Ning An suddenly patted his face with his hand, squeezed it again, and smiled——

"Your skin is better than his, and you look better than him... But you don't want to look like him, he is just a bad embryo, a bad embryo..."

"Ning An, is that enough?" Song Shaoyan's eyes were red and he was furious.

"Why are you yelling at me? I didn't do anything wrong, why are you yelling at me? Do you know that girls are very fragile, you can't yell, you can't..."

"Don't embarrass me." Song Shaoyan sullenly grabbed her hand and dragged her out.

"Let go, let go, good times, good times..."

Ye Jiaqi was having a good chat with his little brother, holding his chin, looking at him with admiration and fascination.

Ning An refused to leave, and grabbed the sofa with great strength.

Song Shaoyan parted her fingers, picked her up horizontally, and walked out of the bar.

It was raining outside, and Song Shaoyan didn't have an umbrella.

Ning An punched and kicked him, and dropped one of his high heels.

"I don't know you, you can't take me away, I'm going to call the police uncle..." Ning An was drunk.

(End of this chapter)