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Chapter 160 Follow me, heaven; abandon me, hell (9)

　Wang Hao was a little drunk, he didn't notice that the faces of Wen Qiyang and Han Haibo suddenly became gloomy, and he muttered to himself:

　"It's no wonder. Those women in the past all took off their clothes and climbed into your bed. How can they be so pure and reserved?"

Wen Qiyang stood under the light, squinting at him sideways, frowning, one hand was already at his side, clenched into a fist, clucking.

Wang Hao blushed, took another sip of water, sipped it, and hiccupped, then looked at Qu Qingge from head to toe, then looked at Wen Qiyang, and asked wretchedly: "Hey, Brother Yang, How many days did you get it?"

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Everyone was stunned, no one expected that Wang Hao would ask this question, and they forgot to gag Wang Hao's mouth in surprise.

"Wang Hao!"

Before Wen Qiyang got angry, Wang Jie, who was sitting beside him in a cold sweat, suddenly yelled and interrupted Wang Hao's lifeless words. He slapped him hard on the head, frowned and scolded:
"What kind of bastard did you say? If you drink too much, go home and don't embarrass yourself here."

As soon as Wang Jie picked up Wang Hao, he pushed towards the door, cursing, while secretly watching Wen Qiyang's every reaction from the corner of his eye.

but--

Wen Qiyang's expression looked a bit strange, he was clearly furious, and even the veins on his forehead were throbbing faintly, but, on such a daunting face, there was a sense of shyness suppressed by all efforts, even the ears All slightly red.

Wang Hao, who was pushed down by the door, was very puzzled by his sister's attitude. The brothers surrounded each other, chatting about women and other things, such as big prizes and mobs.

Wang Hao looked back at Wen Qiyang's shy and expectant expression, and occasionally glanced at Qu Qingge who was beside him with a cold face. He suddenly understood, but he still asked suspiciously:
"Brother Yang, you haven't got it yet, have you?"

Usually, he is used to being arrogant and pampered, and he dares to say anything, but now, with the strength of alcohol, he has no way of saying:

"If you can't get it, what do you want her for? Brother, I'll introduce you to a good one—"

He was yelling vigorously, but unexpectedly, suddenly a gust of cold wind rushed in front of him with a fierce momentum. Before he could yell out, he felt that his feet were suddenly lifted into the air, and his whole body was lifted into the air. Tight, hard to breathe by a strong hand.

The severe suffocation made Wang Hao's mind sober in an instant, and the alcohol slowly subsided. He stared at the cold and fierce devil in front of him with wide eyes, wishing to squeeze his throat hard.

Wen Qiyang was silent and didn't say much, his angry face looked particularly terrifying, like an elegant cat suddenly turned into a raging lion, which might tear the prey in its hands to shreds at any time.

Wang Hao groaned a few times in pain, and kicked his feet hard, but it didn't help.

In the end, he could only look at his sister with red eyes.

Wang Jie was already in a state of anxiety, but when he received his younger brother's eyes calling for help, he suddenly panicked.

Although he was annoyed by his unrestrained speech and annoyed Wen Qiyang, but he was even more afraid that his ruthlessness would really hurt his younger brother.

Her eager eyes swept over everyone, but they all looked at this scene indifferently, and no one came up to persuade him, so she shook Zhu Pei's arm and looked at him with teary eyes.

　
　
(End of this chapter)