Zhuo Yifan gritted his teeth, then hugged Song Zixin and started twisting on the dance floor.\%_%_Original_Creation%_%\
But it was Song Zixin who led him to twist! The look of the two of them was very funny, which made the remaining three girls giggle. But Zhuo Yifan didn't see Wang Yaner's eyes, which were full of resentment and jealousy.
Yang Hao from a distance looked at Zhuo Yifan and Song Zixin on the dance floor, and was so angry that his teeth itched. He gave a few instructions to the big man next to him. The big man looked at Yang Hao with some embarrassment after hearing the words, but after Yang Hao repeatedly asked
Next, reluctantly left!
Zhuo Yifan was infected by Song Zixin. Because the heat in his body needed a channel to vent, he began to twist his thick waist desperately.
But it didn't take long for Zhuo Yifan's movements to slow down, and he just held Song Zixin in his arms and shook his buttocks.[
"What's wrong? Why didn't Brother Yifan stop dancing? You were so great just now!" Song Zixin looked at him with blushing cheeks, and asked with a hint of shyness and confusion.
Zhuo Yifan lowered his head and put his mouth to Song Zixin's ear, and whispered: "There are flies flying around!"
Song Zixin felt the heat from Zhuo Yifan's breath on her ears, and it was transmitted to her brain with a tingling sensation. Her breathing also became a little faster. But Zhuo Yifan didn't know why, maybe because she was nervous.
Song Zixin turned her head slightly, and sure enough she saw several young people approaching her. The other three women were also surrounded. There were about seven or eight people on the other side, all of them tall and tall.
The three women also noticed something strange and looked at Zhuo Yifan with some guilt.
Zhuo Yifan blinked at the three girls, saying that it was okay and that he could handle it. Wang Yaner felt relieved, but Liu Chunyan and Zhao Xueli squeezed towards Zhuo Yifan with some worry.
"Girl! How about going out to play with brother at night? Brother, I love beauties very much!" A wretched-looking man said to Wang Yan'er. Because Wang Yan'er was the closest to them, she was the first to be harassed.
"I'm not interested! You should go find someone else!" Wang Yan'er's face turned cold, with a hint of panic in her eyes as she looked at Zhuo Yifan for help.
But the wretched man said with a lewd smile: "Don't be shy! You look like a virgin. Brother, how about I pay 3,000 yuan to cover you for one night?" As he said this, he tried to touch Wang Yaner's butt with a pair of big hands.
fart.
Zhuo Yifan had a weak hand and saw that the other party had evil intentions. He let go of Song Zixin and punched the wretched man in the stomach. The wretched man bent down while holding his stomach, and Zhuo Yifan took advantage of the situation and punched the wretched man again.
The man's chin knocked the wretched man to the ground.
Immediately, some of the men and women who were dancing around frowned and scattered in disgust. Most of them thought that there was a good show going on, so they were not far away and looked over here.
Fights are common in bars, and these people have long been accustomed to them.
On the contrary, when the young men following the wretched man saw their boss being knocked to the ground, they all stared at Zhuo Yifan angrily and rushed up.
Zhuo Yifan didn't say any nonsense. Song Zixin, who was still in a daze, was standing next to him. He hugged Song Zixin in his arms, and used Song Zixin's high heels to dig into the person who was rushing in front with his heel.
The man's chest. The man screamed in pain and was kicked to the ground.
