Jiang Ruo had a good time at the bar at first, but then some dandies came.

He touched her with his hands and feet and verbally insulted her.

She was unhappy when someone disturbed her mood.

The hall was filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol was strong.

There were about five or six men standing in front of him, all of whom seemed to be rich second-generation people who often hung out in bars.

The leader among them was a red-haired man who looked very wretched.

Someone whistled at Jiang Ruo: "Hey, you are quite upright."

"With such a small figure, he must be very powerful."

The red-haired man looked at Jiang Ruo from top to bottom without any concealment, staring at her breasts wantonly.

He licked his lips obscenely and said in a frivolous and harsh tone: "Tonight, you can either kneel down and drink with me, or you can make me feel happy in public."

Jiang Ruo looked at him coldly and said slowly: "Get out."

The red-haired man snorted, his lust for Jiang Ruo undiminished in his eyes, "It's quite strong. I'll treat the fierce woman exclusively!"

After saying that, the followers behind him wanted to come up and control Jiang Ruo and force her to submit.

Jiang Ruo is not someone to be bullied.

She picked up the wine bottle on the marble table and smashed it open.

Jiang Ruo raised the hand holding the broken wine bottle and said with a desperate look, "Let's see who dares to step forward."

This move angered the man, and the red-haired man gritted his teeth and said, "It's your honor that I like you. I don't know how to praise you."

Jiang Ruo looked at him without any fear and cursed: "Scum."

Seeing that Jiang Ruo was not easy to bully, the man's followers began to advise him.

"Brother Dong, why don't you forget it?"

"It's just a woman, and there are many obedient ones."

"That's right, don't really cause trouble."

"Mr. Huo is also waiting for Young Master Zhou in the dark tonight. If he disturbs his old man, no one will be able to eat and walk around."

When Huo Jinting's name was mentioned, the red-haired man couldn't help but become frightened.

But he has been hanging out in bars for so long, how can he allow a woman to challenge his authority.

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Meanwhile, the box.

Zhou Qiyu finally returned to Rongcheng after a year, and the game he organized tonight was specifically to give him a clean slate.

Huo Jinting sat on the single sofa.

He was wearing a black suit, leaning back lazily with his legs crossed.

The skeletal fingers held the cigarette, and the scarlet smoke dots alternated between light and dark.

In the white mist, the phoenix eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses looked cold and sharp.

Zhou Qiyu originally ordered several princesses, but he sent them away.

Huo Jinting flicked the ashes from his cigarette and asked casually: "How did you become a monk?"

"You don't even drink anymore?"

Zhou Qiyu looked gloomy and said in a low voice: "I hurt my body from drinking too much before, so I can't drink anymore."

Huo Jinting knew that Zhou Qi had been drinking like crazy for a while.

But what he didn't know was that Zhou Qiyu was depressed because of emotional injuries.

Huo Jinting said: "Are you still going when you come back this time?"

Zhou Qiyu sat up straight, raised his hands behind his head, and said in a cynical tone: "I'm not leaving."

He had been looking for him in the Imperial Capital for a year and couldn't find anyone, so he almost gave up.

There was an uproar in the hall, and it soon spread in the night.

Huo Jinting's assistant immediately came over to report the news.

Huo Jinting's hand when twisting the cigarette was covered with veins, and his thick black eyes showed a bit of coldness.

He suddenly stood up, his slender legs stretching his suit pants straight and stylish.

Zhou Qi looked over and asked, "Brother Ting, what's wrong?"

Huo Jinting's tone was indifferent, "I have something to deal with."
Chapter completed!