Part One: Chapter 99: The Boss of Shenlongtang Scolds Me
The hand of the person hugging me moved along my waist little by little, and the other hand wandered around my thigh.
Holy shit!
Met a pervert?
He quickly stood up from the man's arms and gave him a hard slap in the face without any hesitation.
After beating him, I could see his face clearly. His eyes were very bright and his appearance was very handsome, but he exuded a sense of romance. He must be about twenty years old.
"Boss!"
Holy shit, it turns out he’s the boss? Looking at the people around the man, there’s a woman sitting on the left and right, and there are two men in suits standing next to them. The suits are printed with...
Dragon logo...
Damn it! Someone from Shenlong Hall? Could he be the boss of Shenlong Hall?
One misfortune is greater than one accident, but this time it is indeed not my fault. I was the one who sat on him first, but he could push me away without touching me. Is the boss of Shenlong Hall such a virtuous person?
People are cheap???
The man's eyes were full of anger, and the two women sitting next to him looked at me in panic.
He quickly sat up from the sofa, reached out and grabbed my hair, and banged my head hard on the coffee table.
The two women who were sitting next to him stood up and screamed, and the music in the entire bar stopped instantly: "You bitch, don't you dare to hit me?"
This virtuous man deserves to be the boss???
Damn it, the Shenlong Hall, the boss, just go to hell! It’s not okay to call me a bitch!
"So what if I hit you??" My hands flew around randomly, but my head was held tightly by him and I couldn't get up to fight back.
He raised my head so that I could face him. I waved my hand and wanted to hit him again, but his hand held my hand.
At this time, the man waved his hand and slapped me hard. I suddenly felt my face was burning because my hands were restrained. The man slapped me again, and everyone around me was dumbfounded.
"Bar girl!" the man spat out a few words to me.
A bartender? What is a bartender? Damn it, since he thinks I am a bartender, he still touches me? Looking at his disdainful look, you can see that he was raised by a bartender: "Your mother is the bartender!"
As soon as I said this, he stretched out his foot and kicked me in the stomach, and the person who was restraining my hands also let go.
Due to the force of inertia, I stepped back a few meters and almost fell to the ground.
Suddenly a pair of hands supported my body, and I looked back.