Wealthy child bride: divorced 101 times

In her memory, her father had never said so many words to her.

When she was young, she was afraid of him and didn't dare to talk to him. When she grew up, she went to the army and had no chance to talk to him.

Later, she traveled around the world and almost never went home for a year. Even if she went back, the two would inevitably quarrel, and then she simply didn't go back.

She never thought that his father, one day, would tell her not to come back.

Her mind was confused, and she walked forward aimlessly. In the dead of night, the night was as cold as water, and the place she walked gradually became deserted.

When she came to her senses, she was blocked by a group of hooligans in the alley at the back door of the bar. The leader, a young man with yellow hair, held a knife in his hand and pointed at her neck and said, "Be smart, put your wallet take it out!"

Xu Zui raised his head drowsily, looking at the man in front of him, a murderous look flashed in his eyes.

When she was in a bad mood, someone sent her up to be beaten, and God was on her side as expected.

Just when she was about to whip her whip and throw her to the ground, a young male voice came from the back door of the hotel: "What... are you doing?!"

The voice smelled of alcohol, young and familiar.

Xu Zui turned his head and saw Mo Ling leaning on a young lady drunkenly, staring at her with her eyes open: "How dare you rob me right under my nose? Are you impatient to live?!"

He couldn't even stand still, but his aura was full. Those little bastards were bluffed by him, but soon came back to their senses, knowing that there was just a drunken paper tiger, and they walked over viciously. Pushing away the young lady standing next to him, he sized him up: "You're well dressed, they're all famous brands. You're also rich, right? Borrow some money to spend?"

Although Mo Ling was drunk, the young master still had a temper. Hearing his words, he raised his fist and punched him: "I'll lend you a b!"

The lady standing behind him screamed and ran away.

Xu Zui held his forehead weakly and watched the scuffle over there.

Mo Ling also grew up fighting from a young age, and there would be a special martial arts coach at home to teach the two brothers how to fight, so that they would have room to resist if they were kidnapped one day. I'm used to it, and I'm also a troublemaker at school, and fighting is commonplace.

One against three he can win, one against five may draw, this one against ten...

In addition, he was drunk, and his movements were not as flexible as before. Xu Zui looked at someone who was pressed to the ground and beat him violently by a few gangsters, and hesitated whether to save him or not.

It is said in this book that the hero saves the beauty. Now that the beauty saves the hero, it is a bit embarrassing to spread the word, right?

Seeing a little gangster take out an empty wine bottle from the garbage dump beside him and smash it on Mo Ling's head, she couldn't sit still anymore. The silver whip looked like a silver snake in the dim light, like a bolt of lightning Slashed over, rolled up the wine bottle, and smashed it against the wall!

"boom!"

The huge cracking sound made everyone stunned.

Xu Zui walked over slowly, and stood in front of the group of people, she smiled slightly, her incomparably gorgeous face carried a faint murderous look in the dark alley: "While I'm in a good mood, can you get out of here?"

"Fuck! You bitch..."

"Boss... Boss, wait a minute!" A little bastard with sharp eyes grabbed the leader's hand and gestured to the wall beside him, "Look at this..."