I don't want a second-hand man: my wife turns over

Qin Minglang saw Li slowly turned his head to the side, and looked at him with a somewhat ethereal look in his eyes, as if he had lost his soul.

Unable to control it, Qin Minglang cried out in distress: "Slow down!"

Xiao Zeyang turned his head when he heard the sound behind him.

Raising the wine glass in his hand, he slowly poured it into his mouth, smiling meaningfully.

"Master Qin is here...>

At this time, Li Huanxuan, when he heard Qin Minglang's voice, his heart became agitated, and his trembling voice was soft, with a bit of timidity: "Minglang...I..."

"Let her go!" Qin Minglang took a step forward.

"Stop!" Hearing these words, Xiao Zeyang suddenly threw the wine bottle heavily on the table, picked up a piece of debris, and pressed it against Li Ranxuan's neck, saying viciously, "Stop! Go on! One step, I will let her die here!"

Qin Minglang didn't speak, but resisted his body and looked at Xiao Zeyang thoughtfully.

However, the fingers were tightly clenched into fists on the side of the thigh.

As if suppressing something.

Xiao Zeyang seemed very satisfied to see such a phenomenon, he stuck out his tongue, and slowly licked Li Ranran's cheek.

He gloated and said, "Young Master Qin...>

"You still want to marry her...>

"Xiao Zeyang, you are talking nonsense!" Li Huanhuan's eyes were full of anger, and he wanted to break free from Xiao Zeyang, but he was ruthlessly restrained by the man.

She grabbed her hair, raised her neck high, and the fragments of the wine bottle pressed hard against her white neck.

"Nonsense?" Xiao Zeyang turned his face and looked at the silent Qin Minglang.

With a bit of sneer, he said, "Young Master Qin, don't you want to know what your woman, the woman you want to marry, used to look like under me..."

"Really?" Qin Minglang lit a cigarette, he couldn't tell that he was angry or nervous, his movements were slow, his eyes were fixed on Xiao Zeyang,,