Invalid refusal to marry: the young wife downstairs is hard to serve

When Zhan Heyan brought Gu Feng in, he immediately saw Qiao Yiqiao standing on the stage shaking his body with his hands raised.

The flickering lights shone on her body, as if she had been covered with a dazzling and fantastic coat, which made her white skin even more eye-catching.

"Young Master Zhan, this..." Gu Feng, as Zhan Heyan's assistant, had just heard about Mrs. Zhan Shao.

"Clear the field." Zhan Heyan's eyes were burning, and the flickering light made his brows sharper.

The greasy man twisted against Qiao Yiqiao, his movements became bolder, his palms were about to rest on her slender waist.

Qiao Yiqiao resisted the urge to kick him away, and smiled more reluctantly.

On the other side, the people in the bar were cleared quickly and efficiently, and the fat man was dragged off the stage just as he wanted to make further moves.

Qiao Yiqiao's slender waist was still twisting, and the plump body in front of him that seemed to be able to block the WIFI signal disappeared. Through the suddenly cold air, Qiao Yiqiao saw Zhan He, who was tall and straight, with a half-smile rock.

Within 5 minutes, all irrelevant personnel in the bar were kicked out, the noisy heavy metal music was cut off, and the silence was a bit weird for a while.

Qin Shumeng was the first to lean over cautiously, and murmured, "Little uncle..."

Gu Feng made a "please" gesture to Qin Shumeng, "Let's go, miss."

When only Zhan Heyan and Qiao Yiqiao were left in Nuo Da's space, Qiao Yiqiao was a little flustered, but he still pretended to be calm and said:

"What a coincidence, Mr. Zhan, I didn't expect you to come to this kind of place to play."

Zhan Heyan sat on a chair in the center of the stage, with his upper legs crossed casually, perhaps because of the environment, he was less serious and more righteous, and more ruffian.

"Come here often?" Zhan Heyan seemed displeased.

Qiao Yiqiao nodded quickly: "Yes! My night life is very rich, even if I marry you in the future, you can't interfere with me."

Zhan Heyan looked at her up and down a few times, Qiao Yiqiao felt uncomfortable, raised his hand to cover his chest, and said softly, "What do you look at! I like to dress like this, even if I marry you Neither you nor I will change!"

Zhan Heyan sat on the chair in the center, and looked Qiao Yiqiao up and down. Qiao Yiqiao was still wearing a cloth that covered the important points, but Qiao Yiqiao just felt that Zhan Heyan's gaze seemed to be provocative. After picking up her fabric and inspecting wantonly, Qiao Yiqiao finally discovered the fierceness and aggression of a grown man.

Just when Qiao Yiqiao couldn't take it anymore, Zhan Heyan seemed to give a summary. "Fortunately, I still like it."

What is this summary?Of course, Qiao Yiqiao couldn't give up so easily: "It doesn't matter, whether you like it or not, I'm always like this. Not only do I like going out to nightclubs, but I also like eating from a bowl and looking at a pot."

Qiao Yiqiao poked with her white and tender fingers, trying to show that greasy uncle to Aite, after all, it was the proof in the pot he was looking at.

But the fat uncle has long been thrown away by Gu Feng.

Instead, Zhan Heyan hooked his finger towards her: "Come here."

"What are you doing?" Qiao Yiqiao took a step back vigilantly, "Don't think that you can do whatever you want without anyone, and don't think that you are a member of the Zhan family, so you are really lawless... The emperor breaks the law and pays the same crime to the people!"

Zhan Heyan sneered, "I know a lot."

Zhan Heyan looked at Qiao Yiqiao lazily turning the swivel chair in an arc, and pulled off the tie with his big bony hands: "Shouldn't you eat what's in the bowl before looking at the pot? Come and eat."

Eh... what kind of logic is this?Qiao Yiqiao was stunned.

But Zhan Heyan raised his eyes, and Gu Feng wrapped Qiao Yiqiao in the direction of Zhan Heyan. Qiao Yiqiao was dressed coolly, and within a few steps, he was about to be forced into Zhan Heyan's arms up.

"...Hey, Zhan Heyan, that's not the case!" Qiao Yiqiao was cornered in a few steps, and Zhan Heyan could hug her almost as soon as he raised his hand, which almost completely broke down her little nerves that were not strong enough. Qiao Yiqiao couldn't help but want to explain.

Zhan Heyan stood up slowly, he was originally tall, and in Qiao Yiqiao's cool clothes, he wanted to shrink himself into a ball, Zhan Heyan stood in front of her like a mountain.