How can the president be fierce

Chapter 684 My life is probably going to be lost to Liang Musheng.

Xia Huan glanced back in a strange way, and immediately turned his head in disgust.

He secretly scolded himself for being cheap, so many handsome guys and beautiful women didn't want to go to see it, but went to see that pair of dogs and men who spoiled the scenery!

Feeling a bit cold outside, she went through the crowd and entered the villa, wanting to find a warmer place to stay, when she looked up, she saw Qing Xiaomo who was entangled with two men at the corner of the stairs on the second floor.

Her complexion was extremely ugly, but a man is a man, and the disparity in strength still made it impossible for her to break free no matter how hard she tried.

"I said I'm here to find someone, not to have fun, let go!"

The two men who looked like playboys dressed up as dude boys started to be relentless with the help of alcohol, and trapped her one after the other to take advantage of her: "Everyone is here, why are you pretending to be innocent? Play with the two brothers, Your benefits are indispensable, huh?"

Qing Xiaomo resisted their touch with disgust, and cursed in a low voice: "Take off your dirty hands! Can't you understand people's words? I'm not interested in you. If you move around again, I'll call someone !"

She doesn't want to make things big, even though she wears heavy makeup, but it's not guaranteed that someone here knows her, in case it gets to Liang Musheng...

"Oh! Are you afraid that the money given by the master is not enough?"

One of the men casually took off the watch on his wrist: "This watch is worth tens of thousands. How about it as a meeting gift? Are you willing to play with your buddies now?"

The other young master immediately laughed maliciously: "Hey hey hey, young master Deng, you are really willing to spend this time, come on, master, feel where the watch has gone..."

The watch is freezing cold.

Qing Xiaomo's face turned blue and white, her white teeth almost bit her lips, but her hands were shackled by them, unable to move at all.

what to do?Don't call it, innocent will be thrown into the hands of these two people, call it, if you make a big fuss later, you will probably have to throw it into Liang Musheng's hands.

Just as he was hesitating, the next moment, a glass of cold champagne was poured directly on the face of the man opposite.

The man was stunned, and subconsciously let go of her to wipe the wine stains on her face, furious: "Who? Who the hell dare to throw me?"

The crowd downstairs was attracted by the sound and looked up one after another.

Xia Huan took advantage of the opportunity to bring out Qing Xiaomo, who was caught between the men, and glanced at them coldly: "You're blind! You don't even look at your partner if you want to have fun, this woman, you touch her!" start?"

The man who was not splashed with wine sneered, and provocatively: "Heh, why can't we touch each other? Xia Huan, you, a bitch who has been played by so many men, dare to pretend to be arrogant in front of us? Your new drama is big! Part of the investment belongs to my dad! Maybe even my dad fucked you, right?"

Xia Huan wasn't angry either. She had been in the entertainment industry for many years, and she had heard things a hundred times dirtier than this one, so she was used to it.

She put her arms around her chest and sneered slightly: "Enjoy the last day of your life as a high-ranking young master. When you go bankrupt tomorrow, it will be difficult to even see me, a woman who pretends to be noble."

"You fucking dare to speak out, if you don't strip your clothes in public today, my mother's surname is not Deng!"

The two men were about to step forward with fierce eyes. Over there, Su Li in a pure white suit was walking down the stairs slowly with one hand in his pocket. When he caught sight of them, he raised his eyebrows: "Sister-in-law?"

　Thank you for the 1000 red sleeve coins sent by the baby of Amber Life, thank you all the babies who sent red beans, I love you so much, [-] words are written every day, and the manuscripts are all in my pocket. I am not afraid, not afraid, hee hee

　　
　
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