Immediately there were exclamations, and Hongmei saw in disbelief that Liu Xiaocui, who was still being pulled by Wu Zonghao, had sat back down next to Yang Haoran.
Wu Zonghao and the three others all fell to the ground, wailing.
Looking at the faces of the three people, a clear slap mark appeared very neatly.
Liu Xiaocui, who was still frightened, finally realized what she was doing, burst into tears, and threw herself into Yang Haoran's arms.
Um, Yang Haoran felt wrapped in a ball of warmth, his heart beat faster, and he thought silently, Master has a spirit in heaven, I am forced to do this.
After Hongmei and the other three women screamed, they quickly helped Wu Zonghao and the others up.
Wu Zonghao couldn't help but touch his face. The burning pain made him scream out and became even more angry.
Pointing his finger at Yang Haoran: "If you dare to hit someone, you can't even think of leaving today."
Yang Haoran sneered, regretfully helped Liu Xiaocui up from his body, stood up and pulled Liu Xiaocui.
"Are you just a feather duster? I can leave if I want, young master, and you are the hammer!"
"Stop him, don't let him go!"
Wu Zonghao shouted angrily, but the two men hesitated and didn't move, their faces were still swollen!
"You three, stop him."
Hongmei and the other three were startled, but they did not dare to disobey Wu Zonghao's order and quickly blocked the door of the private room.
"Don't hit women if you can!"
Hongmei shouted at Yang Haoran without confidence, her body trembling wildly.
Well, Yang Haoran scratched his head in embarrassment, and then looked at Liu Xiaocui.
"I really don't hit women, so why don't you do it?" Hot Book Depository
Liu Xiaocui shook his head repeatedly. He really didn't know what Yang Haoran was thinking.
Wu Zonghao took advantage of this moment to call the nightclub's security department and let out a jeering laugh.
"I have notified Manager Liu of the nightclub. He has already brought people over. You can't leave even if you want to!"
Liu Xiaocui was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, looking at Yang Haoran, the only one she could rely on.
"What do we do?"
Yang Haoran shrugged, spread his hands and said: "What else can I do? You don't dare to do anything, and I don't want to hit women, so I can only do it. Since they don't want us to leave, let's go back and sit for a while. The fruit plate is not there yet.
Eat it, otherwise it will be wasted."
Yang Haoran pulled Liu Xiaocui, who was bewildered, to sit back, and then, under the astonished gazes of a group of people, he really ate the fruit plate as if no one else was watching.
While eating, I was full of praise and greeted Liu Xiaocui warmly.
"Why don't you eat it? It's so sweet. There are not so many fruits to eat in Xiaoxianguan. The only fruits I eat most in Xiaoxianguan are peaches and jujubes."
Liu Xiaocui was not in the mood to eat, so she stared at the door of the private room anxiously.
Wu Zonghao sneered and said faintly: "If it tastes good, eat more, and you will die a full man. Wait a while and I will see how you can still laugh."
At this time, there was a noisy sound outside the door, and the private room door was opened from the outside.
A man in a suit and tie rushed in through the door, followed by a dozen security guards holding sticks.
With a snap, someone turned on the headlight of the private room, and the room instantly became brighter.
"Manager Liu, that's him! Look at our faces, he was the one who hit us!"
Wu Zonghao became arrogant again and shouted loudly.
Manager Liu stared at Wu Zonghao's unbearable face with wide eyes, and waved his hand: "Do it, pull him out."
