He lowered his head slightly and brought his face close to Zhang Mofei's.
The breath he exhaled as he spoke carried a strong smell of red wine, and the aroma of wine overflowed.
A pair of narrow eyes are slightly curved, enchanting and charming.
He talks a bit effeminately.
Zhang Mofei resisted the urge to run away and continued to laugh, "But now my whole body hurts, I'm afraid I can't serve you, brother."
She is really feeling pain all over her body now. Next time she goes out, she will bring an awesome bodyguard with her.
The smile on the man's face became brighter when he heard this, and his face moved closer to Zhang Mofei's face.
"It doesn't matter, I just serve you."
His hands were a little harder.
"This..." Zhang Mofei opened his mouth and looked at the monster's face, which was less than ten centimeters away.
She sang Mr. Dolang's "Punishment of Impulse" in her mind so that she would not go berserk.
"Brother, I don't know which path you are in."
Trying to chat with him and distract him so that she could get out of his arms.
Maintaining such an ambiguous posture with a strange man made her feel evil in her heart.
The man smiled and replied, "I am a serious business person."
Come on, lie to a three-year-old child. A serious business person is so rude? Hit him at every turn? At first glance, he is not a serious person.
Zhang Mofei cursed secretly in his heart.
But on the surface, he had to be stubborn, "Oh, my eldest brother must be doing a big business. I don't know what he does. Our family is also in business. Maybe we can cooperate."
What she wants to do most now is to escape from this private room.
Hearing this, the man turned his wrist and pinched Zhang Mofei's cheek with his fingers, his eyes flashing with anger, "Tell me, who are you? The police?"
There was a frightening phosphorescence in his eyes, and if he applied any more strength to his hand, Zhang Mofei would probably be pinched to death.
Her face was swollen and turned purple, and Zhang Mofei felt that the blood in her brain was not flowing.
He shook his head hurriedly and said, "No, no, no, you misunderstood. I am nothing. I am just a person, and I am a powerless woman."
Damn, don't despise her. In order to save her life, just let her kneel down at this time.
A real man can bend and stretch.
"You can't restrain a chicken with your hands?" The man curled his lips and laughed again.
His mood and expression were unstable.
"I have strength."
Suddenly, he wrapped Zhang Mofei's arms horizontally and strode towards the sofa.
A few people on the sofa were very self-aware and moved the place for him.
Zhang Mofei was thrown onto the sofa.
After throwing her away, the man began to unbutton his shirt.
There were several people watching nearby.
Zhang Mofei stared in shock with apricot eyes.
His eyes turned left and right.
The man had already unbuttoned four buttons and exposed his chest.
Zhang Mofei couldn't tell whether the man had chest muscles or abdominal muscles, nor could he tell whether his collarbone was sexy or not.
She just wants to use foul language.
"You've had enough. The taste is too strong."
Enough was enough, she had endured enough, or she would die.
"Death is heavier than Mount Tai but lighter than a feather." This is what Mao Zedong said.
He died, and at least he kept his chastity for Pei Mochen.
"Wouldn't it be better to do this earlier?" The man suddenly became puzzled and bent down to sit down next to Zhang Mofei.
What Zhang Mofei didn't understand the most was what he said.
‘Sooner?’ Which?
She blinked her eyes in confusion and sat up carefully.
"Brother, are you willing to let me go?"
The man pointed at the bottle of red wine placed on Zhuo Zai and said, "After drinking this bottle of wine, you can leave."
