Ji Erye's squeamish bag is super cruel

Chapter 475 What are you doing?
"What the hell do you mean? Are you saying we are slandering? Damn it, a whore who runs a bar dares to fight against us, Brother Long, it's so boring."

A young man standing next to the bald man pointed at Sister Hong and cursed in a hasty tone.

Sister Hong's eyes turned cold, she raised her hand to pick up the ashtray at hand, and struck the man's forehead with precision and swiftness.

Following the man's screams, he fell backwards to the ground, covering his forehead with his hands, blood flowed from the cracks in his fingers, winding down the back of his hands.

When the bald man saw this scene, his expression changed drastically. He stood up from the sofa and cursed. He raised his hand to hit Sister Hong in the face, but when he was in the air, someone grabbed his wrist.

When everyone looked over, they realized that he was a tall and handsome man with a cold light on his brows.

He stretched out his hand and pushed the bald man aside, looked at the things on the table, turned his head to look at Sister Hong, and lowered his voice, not hard to hear worry: "What's going on?"

Sister Hong glanced at Wen Ting with a smile, and moved away in an instant, speaking with a little carelessness: "Don't bother Colonel Wen, Ah San, call the police."

"Yes, Miss Hong."

The bald man is also on the road, so when he heard the surname Wen, he knew his identity. Besides, Sister Hong asked someone to call the police, and it would be difficult to handle when the police came.

Wen Ting reached out and snatched Ah San's phone. He made a call to someone, and the deep voice rang in the bar, with an inexplicable metallic texture: "Come here now."

Sister Hong raised her eyebrows and glanced at Wen Ting, as if she was asking who to call. Wen Ting handed the mobile phone to Ah San, and said in a calm and self-possessed voice, "Team D, we'll be there in five minutes."

Sister Hong nodded, and the bald man heard Wen Ting's words, and glanced at the people next to him, and they all ran out of the crowd at the same time, causing chaos.

"Miss Hong, run away."

Sister Hong's gaze shifted to Wen Ting, and the ending sound rose slightly: "Shouldn't Colonel Wen chase after him?"

Wen Ting didn't rush, his voice was quiet, short and domineering: "I can't run away."

Sister Hong nodded, looked at Ah San next to her, and said, "Colonel Wen is a distinguished guest, so don't neglect him."

Ah San nodded, and Sister Hong turned her toes and walked upstairs, but Wen Ting grabbed her wrist.

Sister Hong stopped in her tracks, looked down, and smiled inexplicably, with a flirtatious look on her brows: "It's not very good for Colonel Wen to gossip like this."

Wen Ting pursed his lips, listened to the loud music around him, frowned slightly, bent over, picked up Sister Hong, and walked upstairs.

Sister Hong's calm expression just now showed a crack, she struggled in his arms, and even tugged on her skirt to prevent it from being exposed.

"Wen Ting, what are you doing? Let me down!"

Liu Hongyan's tone was a little annoyed, the mask on his face was completely broken, and his angry face was red.

Wen Ting turned a deaf ear and carried the man directly to the private room upstairs.

After entering, she put him down, Sister Hong stretched out her hand to push him, but Wen Ting grabbed her hand and blocked him against the door.

Liu Hongyan was even more annoyed, she frowned and looked at him with stubborn eyes, her voice was a little cold: "Wen Ting, let me go."

Wen Ting pressed her wrists with two hands, looked at her unblinkingly with peach blossom eyes, smudged with a little restraint, his throat rolled up and down, his voice became a little hoarse, and it rang in the narrow space, falling Into the beautiful woman's ears, there is a bit of lust.

(End of this chapter)