The voice of a dandy came, and among the women who filed out, there was no "Nanyan".
Lu Huaijing's handsome face became even more gloomy.
Through a layer of glass, he clearly saw someone putting his hand on "Nan Yan"'s shoulder.
She seemed very reluctant, but looking at the wad of money on the table, she could only swallow all her grievances.
After three rounds of drinking, her charming face was already stained with a layer of crimson, but the hands of the man beside her became increasingly restless.
It slid down from her shoulders and even gradually began to wander on her back.
The dirty hands scratched her skin that could be broken by blows, causing Lu Huaijing's eyes to sting.
At this time, in the private room.
"Nanyan" took out his mobile phone, lowered his head and quietly sent a message.
[The fish is hooked. 】
The other end quickly responded with a message:
[It depends on your performance, Gu Rouer. 】
"Nan Yan" raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a sinister smile where no one could see him.
She stared at the drunken young man in front of her, and the scene of Song Yihuan flashed through her mind.
At that time, Gu Rouer pushed her down because she framed Gu Nanyan, and framed her with Feng Peiyun to lose her innocence. Once the incident happened, Lu Huaijing threw the mother and daughter into the lowest Southeast Asian club.
She still remembered that Lu Huaijing said that the mother and daughter should be able to do their best.
Use this to help Gu Nanyan get revenge.
Although Feng Peiyun was the mistress, he was old after all. After decades of pampering, he simply couldn't stand this kind of inhuman treatment, and he soon became insane.
But Gu Rou'er did her best to survive by relying on her eloquence and flattery.
But in a place like this, even if you try hard to survive, you can't escape the inhuman torture.
The spiritual pillar that supports Gu Rouer's survival is that one day, she will go out for revenge!
For five years, for five whole years, Gu Rouer lived in this hell-like place.
Until she met Song Yihuan.
Gu Rouer was forced to drink a whole bottle of wine that day, and the beasts in the room were already ready to move. But at this moment, a group of bodyguards rushed in and took Gu Rouer away directly.
Later, Gu Rouer saw Song Yihuan sitting in a wheelchair in a five-star hotel.
She looked at her condescendingly, and her cold voice seemed to be the sound of nature.
She asked: "Do you want revenge?"
Gu Rouer crawled on the ground, and then knelt down at her feet.
The memory came back, Gu Rouer picked up the wine glass, pretended to be forced by the man next to her, and drank it.
"Little girl, you have a good capacity for drinking. If you can drink all this bottle, all the money will be yours."
The man beside her said, his fingers touching her cheek frivolously.
Gu Rouer dodged and refused bluntly: "I... can't drink anymore, please let me go, I... want to go back..."
She stood up as she spoke, but this move successfully angered the man sitting next to her.
He stood up directly and slapped her in the face.
Gu Rouer was caught off guard and was knocked down directly on the sofa.
"You little bitch, if I didn't see you as pretty, do you think I would talk to you? You're just a bartender, and you actually dare to slander me?"
The man was furious, and the people around him couldn't help but persuade him:
"Master Ji, forget it, it's not easy for others, why do you bother?"
"Damn it, no one dares to give me face in Nancheng. I want to see if you will drink today or not!"
Ji Shao said, picking up the bottle of whiskey from one side, holding her chin with the other hand, and trying to drink the wine.
Gu Rou'er couldn't struggle to get away, her beautiful eyes already filled with tears.
But just when the wine bottle was about to hit her, the door of the private room was kicked open.
I saw a group of bodyguards in black rushing in and directly surrounding these people.
The man called Mr. Ji didn't know what was going on, but he was pushed to the ground by two tall bodyguards.
With so many people watching him, he became even more angry and struggled with all his strength.
"Damn it, who are you? Let me go! Do you know who I am? I'm just looking for death!"
The curse words he cursed were unbearable, but he was helpless and couldn't move at all. He could only roar helplessly and furiously on the ground.
At this time, the music in the private room suddenly stopped, and a pair of Italian handmade leather shoes walked in front of Mr. Ji.
He was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to open his mouth to curse again, someone stepped on his face.
"Does your father, Jicheng, know that you have such a dirty mouth?"
The man's voice was condescending and cold, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
The man on the ground suddenly felt chilled all over. He raised his head tremblingly and happened to see half of Lu Huaijing's face hidden in the darkness.
"Mr. Lu, Lu...?"
His pupils suddenly dilated, and there was endless fear in his eyes.
But Lu Huaijing just lit a cigarette indifferently, his dark eyes so deep that no emotion could be seen.
The light blue mist slowly rose between his slender fingers, as if it was a signal to wake up, and the cold voice came out in the swirling smoke.
"I heard that Mr. Ji is now in Nancheng and can cover the sky with one hand."
The man on the ground was trembling uncontrollably just by hearing this sound.
He shook his head repeatedly and tried his best to make a sound: "Wuwu...I, I didn't, I didn't mean that, Mr. Lu - ah!"
A scream made everyone around him turn pale with fear, and some of the timid ones fell to their knees with weak legs.
"Mr. Lu, we...we are just drinking and bragging. You...you must not be as familiar with us..."
Some people begged for mercy tremblingly, but Lu Huaijing didn't even look at him.
"Who gave her wine just now."
His voice was cold, but every word he spoke made everyone present tremble.
At this point, Young Master Ji realized that all of this was because of the woman he had just beaten.
"I didn't, I really didn't...!"
"Neither did we, it was all... Master Ji did it all by himself!"
The people around him surrendered and even put all the blame on Master Ji.
The man on the ground became even more angry and couldn't help but cursed angrily: "You bastards, you eat my food and drink my food, but now you dare to throw all the blame on me - ah!"
Before he could finish his words, the bodyguard on the side had already struck hard again.
But Gu Rouer, who was sitting on the sofa, kept pretending to be frightened.
This small scene pales in comparison to what I have seen before in Southeast Asia.
It's just that at this time, "Gu Nanyan" needs to look pitiful to maintain his character.
