Teng Yue turned livid with anger and waved away Xiang Yimo's hand.
It doesn't matter if you don't appreciate it, but you still want to be so cruel to her.
"I think it's better to dry your pants. Others saw you and thought you were suffering from urinary incontinence. How embarrassing would it be for a grown man to wet his pants?" Xiang Yimo couldn't help but joke.
Teng Yue glared at Xiang Yimo, his face suddenly changed from red, cyan, black...
"You...just wait to be fired!" Teng Yue turned away angrily and walked back.
She couldn't get what she wanted, so she originally planned to quit her job and run away.
The group of them returned to room 5012 again.
Xiang Yimo found a hair dryer and said, "Give him a blow dryer to make it dry faster."
"It was ice-cold wine just now, and now it is blowing hot air..." This should be almost the legendary world of ice and fire, "Do you want me to be impotent?"
"So you are so fragile, do you need to make up for it?"
"You woman..." Teng Yue just jumped up.
Ren Sichen grabbed him and said, "Butler He has already gone out to buy trousers. Just be patient and stop jumping up and down if your crotch gets wet!"
Nangong Han always had a cold expression on his face that had never changed for thousands of years. He crossed his slender legs and crossed his legs, "How are you going to take responsibility for this?"
The pair of Italian high-end custom-made handmade leather shoes on his feet were dark and shiny. The water droplets rolled off as soon as they hit the oily leather, but there was a lemon slice stuck to the toe of the shoe. Nangong Han swayed his toes slightly and leaned lazily.
Sitting on the sofa, he was like a lion lying on a rock basking in the sun. If he was angered, he could jump up at any time and pounce on his prey.
The slice of lemon should have splashed onto Teng Yue's feet when he hit him.
"Kick your foot hard and throw it away!" It's like a three-year-old child who doesn't know how to deal with such a small problem.
"Who are you kicking? Kick you? Then stand closer!"
It seems that he just wants to cause trouble, "What do you want?"
"Lick it off!" Two extremely cold words came out of the cold thin lips.
Xiang Yimo was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He was used to his bad temper, but he didn't expect him to be so vicious!
In fact, when Teng Yue was embarrassed, he was venting his anger on his best friend.
"I'm not a dog, I don't know how to lick, please show me by yourself!"
Teng Yue and Ren Sichen looked at this toothless woman in surprise. Was she desperate for her life? She dared to talk to Nangong Han like this!
Nangong Han remained calm, and there was still no change in expression on his face. He slowly took out a Swiss Army knife and wiped the blade with silk, "You can still be so sharp without two teeth. You said, without a tongue."
, can we still argue with each other?"
After saying only a few words, his cruel nature was immediately exposed. Xiang Yimo suppressed a cry of mourning, "You are all grown men, bullying the weak and bullying a little woman like me who has no strength to restrain a chicken!"
"You've made me incontinent, and you can't even fight back?" Teng Yue said coldly.
"It's just because I don't have the strength to hold up so much wine that I bumped into you!"
Nangong Han played with the Swiss Army knife in his hand, and the sharp silver light flowed between his fingers. Suddenly, her eyes suddenly tightened, and with a swish of her hand, the knife was thrown out and shot towards Xiang Yimo's face.
——
Last time, a wine glass knocked off her mask on the spot.
So, this time——
Xiang Yimo's heartbeat was pounding nervously, as if a restraining spell had been cast on her body. She couldn't move her whole body. She stood there blankly, her dark eyes staring closely at the speeding edge——
The knife was drawn close to her cheek, with only two millimeters missing from cutting through her mask. A lock of hair was cut off and fell on her shoulder.
Nangong Han lowered his head and knew the result without even taking a glance. He took out a Swiss Army Knife again and said, "This time, you are not so lucky..."
Xiang Yimo was startled and immediately touched the mask on his face. Fortunately, it was still there. She glared at him angrily and walked over slowly. She had just downed a bottle of wiskey in one go. No matter how good her drinking capacity was, she would still be on an empty stomach.
Her stomach couldn't handle such a strong drink. Under the influence of the high concentration of alcohol, her stomach churned violently, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
Xiang Yimo frowned tightly, and the blood on his face faded inch by inch. She slowly bent down, got close to his feet, and blew hard twice, but the thin lemon slices stuck to it and did not move at all.
I blew too hard, and a sour gas kept rising in my stomach.
"Can you be more professional and kneel down and lick slowly!"
Xiang Yimo raised her eyes faintly and glared at him. Her stomach suddenly cramped, and she was so painful that it hit her stomach. Her legs went weak and she knelt down on the ground. She kept gasping for air, and a layer of qin formed on her forehead.
Fine beads of sweat.
She raised her head stubbornly, "If you put a frame in front of you, it will look like a portrait!"
"You still have such a hard mouth, do you want to eat my leather shoes too!" Nangong Han raised his feet and handed it to her mouth, "Lick it clean quickly!"
My stomach suddenly felt cramped, and violently, like a volcano erupting, a strong sour gas rushed upward, "vomit..."
"Wow——"
The sour and smelly vomit sprayed on Nangong Han's feet——
Xiang Yimo lowered his head and vomited directly at his feet, wishing he could pour all the acidic water into his leather shoes!
Surprised, Ren Sichen's face turned green.
Teng Yue's face turned green in shock.
The furious Nangong Han's face turned dark.
These three people can go on stage together to sing Peking Opera facial makeup.
Nangong Han had a mysophobia and couldn't bear the slightest bit of dust, let alone the sour and sticky vomit. His whole body seemed to be frozen, not moving at all, and the veins on his forehead protruded.
"Ugh... vomit..." Xiang Yimo was about to vomit out all his internal organs. After vomiting, he wiped the corners of his mouth and glanced at Nangong Han, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I don't know why. I saw
With your face, your body can't help but have this physiological reaction."
Nangong Han's face was gloomy, and a gloomy cold air gradually accumulated in the air, which was so cold that it made people feel chilly.
The implication is that his face makes people feel nauseous just looking at it. "I see that your complexion is not very good. Are you suffering from constipation? The toilet is just around the left. No, there is a toilet in this VIP room."
"Here are the pants!" Butler He panted and pushed open the door. Then his expression froze, and a foul smell hit his face. What caught his eyes were three stunned men.