In a world of feasting and entertainment, the air is filled with the smell of various alcohols and fragrances. In the darkness, countless people are twisting their bodies to the music on the stage.
Nan Yan sat at the bar, drinking glass after glass of mixed drinks.
The light pink color spreads in the sparkling water, and the tan Long Island Ice Tea also looks particularly deep.
The slightly sweet alcohol is slowly released in the body, seeming to soothe the tense nerves.
Nan Yan's cheeks soon became flushed, and as loud music played, she turned on her phone with blurred eyes.
The keywords on the hot search list have been changed, but among the frequently missing keywords, she saw an eye-catching message:
[President Lu sent a beautiful woman to him at night, but the two of them stayed together all night]
She was startled, but her fingers already clicked in uncontrollably.
It was a very blurry photo and some distant video.
Even though it was blurred into a mosaic, Nan Yan still recognized Lu Huaijing's Bentley with the license plate number all 8 at a glance.
His side profile was very deep. Lying on the same bed countless times, she could only trace his perfect facial lines with her eyes from a distance of nearly one person's width.
Fengshen is handsome, clear and picturesque.
Everywhere is heart-pounding.
Nan Yan was lost in thought, her slender fingers gently tracing the back of the man in the photo.
But the woman next to him felt like a needle piercing her eyes.
Her graceful back was even wearing the same skirt she had worn a few days ago.
Nan Yan frowned and looked at the time, it seemed that it was sent out just two days ago.
It was the day Song Yihuan was injured.
There was a trace of bitterness on the corner of her mouth, even a bit of sarcasm.
All said and done, Lu Huaijing still had Song Yihuan in his heart.
Nan Yan turned off her phone. She didn't know if the wine was too strong, but she felt her eyes were hurting from the alcohol.
A glass of light green wine was served again on the island. Nan Yan frowned slightly and was surprised to see the mint floating on it.
"Miss, this is a gift from the gentleman next to you," the bartender said.
Nan Yan turned his head and happened to see a man in a suit. He waved his hand and smiled deliberately.
"I don't like the taste."
I don't like this color even more.
Nan Yan declined, picked up her bag and stood up.
But when the man saw this, he became anxious and chased after him.
"Miss, how about a favor? Just a glass of wine and a friend?"
He stretched out his hand, seemingly polite, but in fact he was blocking her way.
Nan Yan raised her slightly drunken beautiful eyes, and her eyes became sharp.
"I don't like making friends. I get annoyed when I see men."
Lu Huaijing was the instigator.
Even though he was a little drunk, Nan Yan was still sober and didn't want to get involved with anyone who wasn't relevant.
But the man was irritated by these words. He hugged his shoulders in anger and said sarcastically: "Miss, you don't have to speak so harshly. It's just acquaintance. Do you need to dress so noble?"
It’s really the bad nature of men to ruin something if they don’t get it!
Nan Yan curled her lips coldly and stretched out a finger: "Really? Then come over here and I'll tell you something."
Seeing her change of expression, the man immediately became energetic, stretched out his face unpreparedly, and then——
"boom!"
Nan Yan raised her bag and hit him directly on his sanctimonious face.
"You are the lady, and your whole family is a lady!"
She scolded and hit the bag. The bag was a hard leather square bag, heavy and sharp-edged. After hitting it, the man screamed.
But every subsequent blow was hit in the face with precision.
He was so angry that he pushed Nan Yan away angrily.
"Are you fucking sick? Damn it, you dare to hit me, you bitch!"
The furious man raised his foot and wanted to kick him, but he was not as fast as Nan Yan.
She also raised her foot and kicked the man's crotch firmly and hard.
"Teasing doesn't mean scolding, I think you are the one who is sick!"
Nan Yan swore angrily and fought back. The force of the kick was quite strong, and it successfully made the wretched man fall to the ground and howl.
The sudden situation instantly caused a commotion, and everyone around them looked in this direction.
A big man fell to the ground, covering his lower body and wailing. Everyone knew what was going on just by looking at him.
But when the man saw people watching, he became even more angry.
He endured the pain and got up, but his mouth was still dirty: "What's the matter, you want to seduce me, and you are so angry that I don't give you enough money? You are indeed a bitch. You dress so innocently just to try to seduce me." Sell it for a high price, right?”
A few fabricated yellow rumors instantly changed the eyes of the onlookers.
There was also a subtle change in the way they looked at Nan Yan, and some even started to discuss it quietly.
"I can't clap my hands. Who knows what's going on?"
"They are not good birds. Dog bites dog. Get out of my way. I will take a photo and post it on Moments!"
The harsh sound was like the tip of a needle, tickling Nan Yan's most sensitive nerves.
Spreading rumors and spreading rumors...these bastards come with their mouths open and don't need to be held responsible for anything they say!
The best way to ruin a woman is to spread rumors about her. A little bit of dirty talk is enough to change everyone's public opinion.
Victim guilt theory?
Nan Yan's eyes flushed red, thinking of Uncle Zhao who was still lying in the hospital, and all the anger rushed to his forehead at this minute.
"Why are you selling it at a high price? Are you selling it to buy you a coffin? You don't have a mirror and you haven't peed yet? You don't even have to look at yourself. You throw it into the garbage and you can't recycle it!"
Her voice rose higher and she directly raised the bag in her hand.
The maroon backpack seemed to have turned into a brick at this moment, and he turned around and slapped the man who was talking nonsense.
"Do you think one slap is loud enough? If it's not loud enough, I'll give you another one!"
Perhaps it was because he had been depressed for too long, or because alcohol was causing trouble, Nanyan directly started the crazy criticizing mode, indiscriminately attacking everyone who watched the fun and didn't think it was a big deal.
The spectator was stunned by the slap. He covered his face in surprise with a dull look on his face.
At this moment, Nan Yan's spearhead had turned towards the person who was holding up his mobile phone to take the video. His charming face was filled with unprecedented anger and menace, which frightened the latter to the point of being frozen in place.
He quickly put away his phone.
After all, he had just seen Nan Yan madly kicking the wretched man just a second ago. At this moment, he was afraid that if she got angry, she would knock him down with a brick.
Apologize immediately: "Yes, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it. You... you hit him, so you can't hit me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the wretched man who was still covering his lower body rushed up again.
"Damn, you little bitch, you made me so embarrassed today, I will definitely kill you!"
As he spoke, he snatched the wine bottle from the onlookers' hands, smashed it with a "bang", raised the sharp glass bottle and rushed over!
