Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

Looking at the bustling crowd on the road, Yang Zhuoying's face was blank.

what to do?He has no money, no documents, and the worst thing is that he has lost his mobile phone. Even if he wants to ask his friends for help, he has no choice.

Yang Zhuoying wiped her face, calmed herself down, and thought about what to do next.

It would be great if I could meet an acquaintance. Even if I can't borrow money, I can still call He Junlin.

It was as if the heaven heard her prayer. The next moment, she saw a sports car parked across the road, the door opened, and the woman who got out of the car was Angel.

Angel is a mixed race, tall and tall, with sunglasses on her face, and has an outstanding temperament. Standing in the crowd, she feels like she stands out from the crowd.

Yang Zhuoying has known her for more than six years, even if she is wearing sunglasses, she can still recognize her at a glance.

I was so lucky to meet an acquaintance here!
The excitement of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land made Yang Zhuoying completely forget the past conflicts with the other party, and immediately shouted at her: "An Qier."

Hearing someone calling her name, An Qier took off the sunglasses on her face, looked around, and when she saw clearly that the person calling her was Yang Zhuoying, her expression was somewhat displeased.

Looking back, An Qier seemed to have not seen Yang Zhuoying who was waving at her, and walked quickly towards the clubhouse ahead.

Angel is her only life buoy at the moment, how could Yang Zhuoying let her run away like this, and hurried to catch up.

There was a wide road between them, and when Yang Zhuoying rushed across the road, Angel had already entered the clubhouse.

Yang Zhuoying didn't think too much, and followed An Qier into the club.

What about people?After entering the clubhouse and standing in the corridor, Yang Zhuoying lost sight of Angel.

"do not want!"

Suddenly, a familiar scream came, and Yang Zhuoying recognized the voice as Angel's.

The voice came from the right side. Yang Zhuoying hurriedly turned to the right side. Not long after, she came to a room and looked in through the open door. This should be the bar attached to the clubhouse.

The light in the bar was dim, and the air was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol. Yang Zhuoying didn't like this kind of place very much, but thought that Angel might be inside, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and go in. Then, she saw Angel being molested by a group of gangsters.

In my impression, Angel always looked superior and powerful, but at this moment she huddled into a ball with tears in her eyes, and was so bullied that she dared not resist.

Yang Zhuoying rushed over, tore away the gangster who was grabbing Angel, and protected her behind her, "What are you doing?"

"Here comes another beautiful little sister, hey, little sister, are you 15 years old?" The gangster who had been holding Angel before started to play tricks on Yang Zhuoying.

"Don't touch me! What do you want to do?" Slapping away the hands that touched her cheeks, Yang Zhuoying scanned the group of men with sharp eyes, and at the same time calculated how to escape here safely with Angel.

"The temper is really hot, but I like it." A gangster stared at Yang Zhuoying with a smile, as if she was already in his cup.

"She broke my bottle of 82-year-old Lafite, which cannot be bought even if you have money. How do you solve it?" the leader of the hooligans asked, pointing to the broken pieces on the ground.

Yang Zhuoying glanced at Angel behind her, and the latter said with teary eyes: "I also bumped into him accidentally, he couldn't hold the wine by himself, and fell to pieces. I told him that he could pay for it, but they refused."

"Is it a big deal to lose money? Our boss has plenty of money." A gangster mocked, clearly unwilling to let it go.

"What exactly do you want?" Yang Zhuoying asked in a deep voice.

The gangster placed a bottle of whiskey heavily in front of Yang Zhuoying and Angel.

"Drink this bottle of wine, and you can go."

Staring at the whole bottle of whiskey, Yang Zhuoying was speechless, drinking this wine would kill her.

Or fight it!

Yang Zhuoying's drinking capacity is poor, but her skills are not bad. It is estimated that she will be able to defeat these little bastards. Even if she can't beat them, she can still escape.

When Yang Zhuoying was drawing up a strategy against the enemy, An Qier had already picked up the cup on the table, and said timidly, "Will we be able to leave after drinking this bottle of wine?" "Of course, I keep my word."

Hearing this, Angel picked up the whiskey and poured two full glasses of wine, one for herself and one for Yang Zhuoying.

"I drink better than you, you can drink this one, and I'll make up for the rest." As he spoke, he raised his head proudly and began to drink.

"Okay, refreshing enough! Why don't you drink?" The gangsters on the side cheered, seeing Yang Zhuoying holding the wine glass but not drinking, one of them reached out to grab the wine glass in her hand and forced her to drink it.

Too cold to prevent a glass of whiskey from being forcibly poured down, Yang Zhuoying pushed the man away forcefully, covered her mouth with one hand and coughed fiercely. After a while, her head became dizzy, her legs became weak, her body wobbled, and she fell to the ground.

Seeing Yang Zhuoying's distressed expression, An Qier put down her wine glass, approached her side with concern and asked, "Are you okay?"

"My head is so dizzy, I seem to be a little drunk." Yang Zhuoying shook her head, trying to wake herself up, but found that the scene in front of her was spinning.

"Su Zishi said that you don't drink well. I still don't believe it. I didn't expect you to pour a glass. Help me to help her go upstairs to rest." Angel ordered a gangster standing opposite.

"I don't need your help. I can get up by myself." Yang Zhuoying waved her hands wildly to prevent that person from approaching her. Then, she got up with difficulty, swayed her body, and walked towards the door. After taking two steps, she fell back to the ground again.

An Qier stepped on ten-inch high-heeled shoes and walked to the side of Yang Zhuoying who was lying limp on the ground, and looked down at her condescendingly, with a malicious smile on her lips.

"Are you okay?"

"I" Yang Zhuoying raised her head, tried hard to open her misty eyes, raised her hand to grab Angel's sleeve, stretched her hand into the air, and fell back to the ground as if she had exhausted her strength.

Seeing that she was drunk and turned into a mess, Angel sneered and said, "Yang Zhuoying, you finally fell into my hands. You even had a son with another man, so why are you fighting with me about Su Zishi? Is there no man? You can't go on, okay, I'll satisfy you, there are so many men here, you can enjoy it."

As she said that, she turned around and said to the gangsters standing beside her, "Tonight, she belongs to you, as long as it doesn't kill anyone, you can do whatever you want."

"It's great! I haven't touched a woman for many days, and today I can finally have fun."

"Don't argue with me, I want to be the first."

Listening to the words of the punks, Angel's smile grew brighter.

She wanted to see if Su Zishi would treat this bitch like a treasure after being played with by so many men, and then he might not even give her a straight look.

The big problem in her heart was finally resolved, Angel was overjoyed, she was about to leave, but her right foot seemed to be caught by something, she was startled, looked down, and met a pair of bright black eyes.

Isn't Yang Zhuoying drunk?how come.