Author: Xiao Longyue

Mo Ziwen saw that Xu Huan still looked like he was facing a formidable enemy even if he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, so he expressed his confusion: "How much hatred do I have against you? You have to look at me like this?

"Come on, let me help you go and rest first."

With that said, Mo Ziwen held Xu Huan's shoulders and prepared to take her to a private room to rest.

"Let me go! Why are you everywhere!?"

Xu Huan was very uneasy: "I tell you, even if I die, I won't care about you! Just keep these tricks to deal with those girls who believe your lies!"

"Young Master Mo likes you so much that a mortal like me can't bear it. You'd better find another master."

Xu Huan shook his head quite coolly and planned to turn around and leave in a more cool way.

The result directly aroused Mo Ziwen's burning desire to fight: "It's not up to you."

"ah!"

I saw Mo Ziwen lifting Xu Huan horizontally. Xu Huan couldn't struggle and slapped Mo Ziwen on the face: "Mo Ziwen, you bastard, put me down quickly!"

Xu Huan is not the kind of seductress who will play "play hard to get" with you. This slap is genuine.

Half of Mo Ziwen's face suddenly became swollen, and the mark of the slap was so clear that he was afraid that others would not know.

"Hiss..." Mo Ziwen gasped subconsciously.

Xu Huan, who was struggling desperately in his arms, realized later that the force in her hands was a bit too much, so she became very nervous and quiet, waiting for Mo Ziwen to let her down.

At worst, just apologize and run away.

Anyway, it was you who teased me first, so I was overly defensive at best.

If he had not known Mo Ziwen's temper for a long time, Xu Huan would probably not be apologetic at all if this happened to a stranger or an unfamiliar person.

She will only think that you deserve it.

But Xu Huan seemed to have underestimated Mo Ziwen's determination this time.

Mo Ziwen could feel the burning pain on the right side of his face. The slap just now made his ears ring.

I have gotten into so many troubles since I was a child, and neither my father nor my mother could be so cruel. Alas, I can only say that the girl I choose has to be pampered even if it hurts her to death.

"Your hands are really strong." Mo Ziwen bit out these words for a while, but did not let go of Xu Huan's hand: "Whoever wants to marry you home will be really unlucky for eight lifetimes, I won't give it to you

Let’s make a contribution to the people.”

"Mo Ziwen, what do you mean? Put me down quickly!"

Xu Huan, who was still a little apologetic just now, suddenly became angry again after hearing Mo Ziwen's words: "Do you believe that I will slap you again and send you to see the King of Hell!?"

Mo Ziwen didn't talk nonsense this time. He ignored Xu Huan's "punches and kicks" and forcibly carried her away from the bar.

The bar was still bustling with people, and no one noticed the fierce fight going on here.

Without saying a word, Mo Ziwen carried Xu Huan to his private room.

There were no birds in the room as Xu Huan imagined, and there were only messy wine glasses and bottles on the marble table.

The empty room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. At such a close distance, Xu Huan realized that the smell of alcohol on Mo Ziwen seemed to be stronger than that in the room.

Xu Huan couldn't help but think deeply: Is this guy here drinking to drown his sorrows?

She dismissed this idea as soon as it came up: Probably not, a young master of this level is good at eating, drinking and having fun, how can he have time to worry?

"It's so bad!"

Xu Huan, who was busy arranging Mo Ziwen's choreography just now, suddenly felt hot.
Chapter completed!