How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1697 Sweet Marriage Chapter 258 When it's time to do it, don't move your mouth.

"Are you deaf or have trouble understanding? Haven't I been clear enough?"

The light at the bar is bright, and Deng Meng's little drunken face is flushed white, and under the light, there are shimmering waves in her eyes. She props her forehead with one hand, her posture is lazy, but the expression between her eyebrows and eyes is full of provocation and passion. Contemptuously: "Since you like that bitch so much, why don't you challenge Nan Mubai directly? Take that bitch away from Nan Mubai, what's the use of comparing with me here?"

After a pause, she suddenly let out an 'ah', drew the end of the sound long, and then smiled brightly: "Sorry, I forgot, with your ability, I am afraid that even Nan Mubai's finger is better than that of Nan Mubai's." Can't you go up?"

In the next moment, there were several ear-piercing sounds of glass shattering.

The huge prosperous world, drinking, dancing, chatting, all fell silent almost at the same time, stretching their necks one by one, looking at them curiously.

Several wine bottles and wine glasses placed on the bar counter were violently swept to the ground by the man raising his hand, together with the wine glass that Hao Xiaoman had only taken two sips from.

"Little sister--"

The Third Young Master Bei pulled her quickly, but he still didn't avoid the splash of wine. In less than a second, Hao Xiaoman's white coat was already stained with red wine.

Looking up, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man rushing towards Deng Meng with a fierce expression. Her face turned pale, and she took a step forward to protect Deng Meng without thinking.

The sharp sound of 'pa——' sounded again, suppressing even the deafening jazz music.

Third Young Master Bei stared wide-eyed and took a deep breath.

Deng Meng came back to her senses, watched Hao Xiaoman's right cheek showing a red mark under the glare of the light, suddenly became angry, pulled her away with one hand, grabbed a wine bottle with the other, and pointed directly at the The man's head was smashed!

The wine bottle was caught by a big bony hand one centimeter away from the man's head.

Deng Meng's eyes were red, and she was breathing rapidly. She followed the hand and turned her head to look at it. The anger in her heart suddenly burned like a pot of hot oil.

"He Teng, you fucking let me go. Believe it or not, I'll kill you today too?"

He Teng was only wearing a thin white sweater on his upper body, without a jacket. He must have been drinking upstairs. When he heard the movement, he looked at her with frowning eyes, his face pale: "Xiaomeng, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it." , don't do it."

As soon as the words fell, the wine bottle in Deng Meng's hand was taken away by another, more slender and fair hand.

The sharp cracking sound sounded again, and a bottle of wine hit An Rong's head directly, knocking him down in an instant, blood mixed with wine poured down from his head continuously.

A heart-piercing howl suddenly sounded.

There was a dead silence all around.

A handsome man in a well-made handmade high-end suit took the handkerchief handed over by his assistant, wiped his fingers slowly, and corrected him indifferently: "He Teng, when it's time to do something, don't move your mouth. Without an Anjia, you guys The He family can still get along in the lonely city, but without a woman you like, you will have to make do with a woman you don't like for the rest of your life."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to wave at Hao Xiaoman, and ordered: "Come here."

Hao Xiaoman obediently stood up and walked over.

(End of this chapter)