It was a good thing that Cheng Yiming didn't mention "Love Hunting Plan A". When he mentioned it, Han Jing'er couldn't help but become angry and angry, like an angry kitten, with the fur on its tail standing on end and her head full of anger.

She couldn't ignore his "even more shameless" threat, and used force to push him away. Unexpectedly, his hand held her waist tightly, like an iron vise, and she couldn't struggle at all.

Han Jing'er bit her lip, suddenly stretched out her foot, and unexpectedly stomped Cheng Yiming's instep with her heel. Cheng Yiming felt the pain, grinned, and whispered: "Ouch!"

Han Jing'er took the opportunity to break free from Cheng Yiming's arms and walked away quickly.

As a result, I walked too fast and almost bumped into someone.

He was a drunken middle-aged man. He staggered in front of Han Jing'er, squinted his eyes, and stared at her lustfully like Wei Xiaobao.

He said: "Beauty——"

Han Jinger frowned: "What do you want to do?"

The man said frivolously: "Beauty, I don't want to do anything now, but I want to do something. Beauty, do you know? You are very beautiful and dewy, and I like you!"

Han Jing'er was angry, so she scolded him: "I like your head, who wants you to like it?"

The man was very rogue and teased shamelessly: "Beauty, do you like my head? Real or fake? Do you like my big head or small head?"

The people around him seemed to have seen it all and laughed.

Seeing others laughing, the man became even more proud and stretched out his hand to pull Han Jing'er away: "Beauty, don't be shy. Come, come to me and have a drink with me."

Han Jing'er shook his hand away hard and glared at him fiercely.

Who did he think he was? He didn't even bother to take a look at himself. He looked like a wretched man: trembling fat, teeth covered with soot, and his hair was starting to go bald.

Blow, and the periphery of the Mediterranean Sea becomes messy. It blows to the forehead and sticks to the back of the head. He is a middle-aged man, and he keeps calling himself "Brother", pretending to be young.

shameless!

You stinky hooligan, you have a big head but a small head, you think she doesn’t understand!

Han Jing'er ignored him and walked around him to leave.

The man refused to let her go and actually blocked her way. She took two steps to the left, and he also took two steps to the left. She took two steps to the right, and he also took two steps to the right. When she stopped, he also took two steps to the right.

Follow and stop.

After going back and forth several times, Han Jing'er got angry and said, "Get out of the way!"

The man laughed playfully: "What if I don't let you?"

Han Jing'er lowered her eyebrows and stood on her head: "If you don't get out of the way, I will call you molestation."

The man laughed again: "Indecent assault? Beauty, that's right. I just want to molest you."

The people around started laughing again.

This made the man even more proud, and his elbow touched her breast intentionally or unintentionally - Han Jing'er's breasts, although there was still a long way to go before becoming rough, but in the end, they still had a few ounces of flesh.

Han Jing'er couldn't bear it anymore.

She took the anger she had received from Cheng Yiming and poured it out on the man. She rushed to the table next to her, grabbed a glass full of wine from it, and threw it over the man's head.

The wine fell on the man's face and wet most of his face, like rain, one big drop after another, flowing down, and also wet a large area of ​​the clothes on his chest.

Han Jing'er still didn't understand her hatred, and without thinking about it, she raised her hand again to slap the man on the face.
Chapter completed!