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Chapter 315 I can only touch my woman!

"Haha, young people, it's better to pay attention," Zhong Zhenguo said with a smile.

He was also young and was a veteran. He also knew very well about animals like men who were used to thinking with their lower body at some point.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it," Yan Murong glanced at Zhao Chen, waved his hand and said.

Hua Cuo sat there with a bitter face, with a resentment in his heart.

People don’t want to say it at first. If you hadn’t forced them to say it, they wouldn’t have said it even if they were beaten to death.

"Master, I have a problem," Zhao Chen pulled Yan Murong's clothes and looked at Yan Murong with a puzzled look.

“What’s the problem?”

"That----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

So, as soon as Zhao Chen's words came out, another bolt from the blue hit Yan Murong's head.

Now, he felt that his face was burning so hard. He looked at Zhong Zhenguo who was laughing secretly, Huacuo and Duan Zixuan, and Zhong Zhenguo who shook his head and laughed. Yan Murong really wanted to dive into the teacup and drown himself. .

It's embarrassing, it's so embarrassing.

When Yan Murong lowered his head and was shameless to see people, the door of the box was opened. A waiter wearing a cheongsam walked in with a tray, which saved his life.

Yan Murong was overjoyed and looked at the waiter with gratitude, making the other party look puzzled.

"Bang,"

"Click-----"

As soon as the waiter put the dishes on the tray on the table, a slap and a shattering cup came from outside, and then a man's scream and scolding sounded.

"Stupid bitch, bitch, you dare to hit me,"

"Rogue," a cold female voice came out.

Yan Murong's face changed because the woman's voice was too familiar, it was not someone else, but Su Qingwu.

Pushing the stool, Yan Murong walked out quickly and saw Su Qingwu standing not far away with a frosty face, while opposite her was a handsome guy who looked like those in the Korean idol dramas. Scared young man.

The man had five bright red finger marks on his handsome little face. Obviously, the crisp sound just now was Su Qingwu slapping this guy.

The man was so angry that he raised his hand and was about to hit Su Qingwu, but Yan Murong ran over quickly and grabbed the man's arm that was hit.

"You look so handsome and don't sell it in nightclubs and come to the hotel to beat women. Do you think you have a long face?" Yan Murong asked with a smile, grabbing the man's arm.

"Let me go, get out of here, this bitch dares to hit me, I must kill her today," the man's handsome face was a little distorted, and he was slapped by a woman, which really made him feel uncomfortable.

"You curse me again, believe it or not, I will cut off your tongue," Yan Murong narrowed her eyes and said coldly at the other party.

When Yan Murong looked at it, the man seemed to feel that he was being targeted by a poisonous snake. He couldn't help but scream, and then said arrogantly, "Do you know who I am? Ah, I'll tell you, I'm It’s Wu Xiaofeng, you dare to attack me, I will make it impossible for you to leave this store today.”

"Hey, it's really Wu Xiaofeng," Duan Zixuan said strangely at the handsome man.

When Wu Xiaofeng heard someone recognize him, his smile became even brighter, and Yan Murong looked at his smile and wanted to slap him downstairs.

Duan Zixuan and others followed Yan Murong, and there were several men and women standing behind Wu Xiaofeng, watching Yan Murong and his group. The woman stood aside, and the men rolled up their arms and sleeves, as if they were going to fight.

Yan Murong glanced at the handsome men, and the women were so beautiful after putting on makeup. He looked at Duan Zixuan and asked, "Who is Wu Xiaofeng?"

"Captain of MGO9," said Duan Zixuan.

"What does it mean?" Yan Murong looked confused. He could recite the twenty-six letters in English. If he put them together and combined them into words, he would be completely finished.

"It's Mixedgroupofnine," Duan Zixuan explained to Yan Murong.

"-----Can you say something I can understand?" Yan Murong looked at Duan Zixuan and asked depressedly.

"Haha, it's a mix of nines,"

"Mixed Nine Team," Yan Murong looked at the opposite side strangely and counted. Five men and four women were indeed nine people.

“They are stars,”

"Yes,"

"That's really mixed," Yan Murong nodded clearly.

"Where are you doing this? Tell you, if you hand over this bitch, you will have nothing to do, otherwise no one of you will leave," Wu Xiaofeng was angry by Yan Murong and others in the comfortable chat, pointing at Yan Murong and others, pointing at Yan Murong. He started screaming.

"This is the star," Yan Murong said to look at Duan Zixuan, "Why do I think the hooligans on the street are more polite than them?"

"I think so too," Duan Zixuan nodded in agreement.

"I said, if you dare to scold me again, I will cut off your tongue. I always speak for what I say," Yan Murong turned his head, staring at Wu Xiaofeng like a beast and said.

"You-----" Wu Xiaofeng was startled and unconsciously took two steps back.

"Oh, this handsome guy, I have something to say. If you say it, it's okay. Don't hurt the harmony,"

At this time, one of the women opposite, who looked charming and had long burgundy hair dyed, stood up and began to prepare to mix with the slutty.

Wu Xiaofeng was a little unreasonable because of his anger, but they didn't.

Seeing that Yan Murong and others were dressed in high-end brands, this woman knew that perhaps the other party was also from some power, so she stood up and began to persuade the fight.

"I think so too," Yan Murong smiled, turned to look at Su Qingwu and asked, "What happened to you just now?"

"He-----" Su Qingwu hesitated for a moment, then looked at Wu Xiaofeng resentfully and said, "I just came out to the bathroom. When I came back, he--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Touch you," Yan Murong asked, "Where did you touch you?"

"Touch-----" Su Qingwu's face turned red again, and she just refused to say anything.

"Say, he touched you wherever he did," Yan Murong said in a deep voice.

"Touch-----Touch my butt," Su Qingwu said with a mosquito sound. After saying that, her face turned red, as if the word "butt" was said from her mouth, making her extremely shy. Same.

"You touched her," Yan Murong turned her head, the smile on her face disappeared, and her eyes became even colder.

"I just touched it, so what," Wu Xiaofeng was furious when Yan Murong saw it, but he still said stubbornly, "Aren't women just allowed men to touch it? What can I do if I touch it?"

"Smack----"

Yan Murong smiled and clapped her hands and said, "Okay, that's right, women are just for men to touch them."

As he said that, Yan Murong's face changed, "But I can only touch my woman. No one is allowed to touch a woman I have never touched."

After saying that, Yan Murong stepped out like lightning.

The broken son and grandson's feet reappeared ----

PS: Please flowers...


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