Evil president, forced love

After being reminded by these women, An Ran also realized that she was still wearing sneakers. This outfit looked really ridiculous to the extreme.

"Excuse me, please let me go."

An Ran knew that these women were deliberately finding fault, so she didn't want to pay attention to them at all.

As soon as she finished speaking, these women suddenly surrounded her and surrounded her tightly.

"If I don't teach her a lesson today, she really doesn't know how much she weighs!"

"Exactly! How dare you order us!"

"Sister Ling, what do you think we should do?" A woman on the side asked the woman in the lead.

"What else can I do, show her some color!" The person called Sister Ling replied.

"If you block me here, aren't you afraid that the third master will not let you go?"

An Ran stood among several people, without the slightest fear.

Since she was a child, she has never lost a fight!

"Third Master, we are certainly afraid, but we are all daughters of aristocratic families. I don't believe that Third Master broke up with all our families for you!"

The girl called Sister Ling looked at An Ran proudly.

"It looks like I really want to exercise my muscles and bones today!"

An Ran stretched out her arms, looked at the few people in a calm manner, with a calm expression on her face.

The woman named Sister Ling snorted coldly, "Unexpectedly, she is really not afraid of death!"

"Originally, I just wanted to take off your clothes and embarrass you, but now, sisters, beat me to death!"

Sister Ling roared loudly, and the others all geared up and moved closer to An Ran.

An Ran had already made preparations long ago, and before they could make a move, she had already struck first, with one punch at a time, knocking all those Miss Jiao to the ground.

"Sister Ling, this woman is a practicing family, we are not her opponent!" A young lady sitting on the ground said in a coquettish voice.

"Clap clap clap..."

At the door of the bathroom, there was a burst of applause, and Jiang Xian walked in.

"It's wonderful!" Jiang Xian looked at An Ran with admiration.

I haven't seen her for a few years, and she is still that little cat with sharp claws.

"Mr. Jiang, you came at the right time, help us to judge, this barbaric woman beat us like this."

Sister Ling immediately changed her expression, looking at Jiang Xian affectionately.

Jiang Xian was originally handsome, funny and gentle, women naturally liked him, and among these rich ladies, there were many admirers.

"Miss Yuan, what I saw was exactly the opposite." Jiang Xian said, walked towards An Ran, and naturally grabbed her arm, "Obviously you guys bullied An Ran first."

"What a shameless vixen!" A man in the middle suddenly burst into tears, pointing at An Ran angrily, "It's not enough to seduce Mr. Tang, but also to seduce Mr. Jiang!"

"Who is slandering my Tang Jun's wife."

A cold voice came in, and with the sound, the temperature of the bathroom dropped instantly.

Tang Jun slowly appeared at the door, wearing a neat Chinese tunic suit, revealing his perfect figure without a doubt.

He looked down at these people with a condescending aura of a king.

In an instant, the entire bathroom became silent, and those women didn't even dare to breathe.

As for Jiang Xian, he looked calm and relaxed, with his hand still on An Ran's arm.