Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

After half an hour, Gu Yao was lying on the cold bar, her eyes half-open and half-closed, her mouth was not clear.

"...What's wrong with me, you say, I can't change it."

"What do you like..."

Seeing that the time had come, the greasy man pressed the cigarette **** into the ashtray, then stood up, sorted out his clothes, and walked towards Gu Yao in front of the bar.

Then Gu Yao, who was drunk and unconscious, was helped up by the man and was taken out of the bar half-cuddled.

Gu Yao's legs were weak and her head was dizzy. Although unconscious, she knew that someone was going to take her away.

An alarm sounded in her brain, she wanted to break the unkind hand on her waist, but she had no strength at all.

"……let me go."

Gu Yao struggled in vain, while being dragged out by the man.

"Let go? I watched you for half an hour, and still want me to let go? I'm crazy about dreams, when is it all, and what kind of noble." The greasy man smiled lustfully and contemptuously.

Putting Gu Yao's arm around her waist, she left the bar.

When he came to his car, he opened the door of the back seat and tried to stuff Gu Yao in.

Gu Yao, who was squeezed into the car, was holding the car door tightly with both hands while the greasy man closed the door, not letting him close, and struggling to get out of the car.

The greasy man reached out to pick her hand away, then grabbed her exposed leg outside the car.

Gu Yao, who was drunk, kicked and beat him, accidentally kicking him hurt.

The greasy man cried out in pain, stepped back a few steps, bent over and covered his inner thigh.

Gu Yao took the opportunity to get out of the car, but she was dizzy and it took a long time to get out of the car.

The man slapped him as soon as he came out.

A slap mixed with anger can imagine how powerful it is, and directly hit Gu Yao against the car body, intuitively turning around.

Passers-by passed by, but they just took a second look, and didn't intend to ask anything, let alone help.

After all, what happened at the entrance of the bar, everyone knew what was going on.

Coupled with Gu Yao's bold dressing, she knew she was not a good girl at first glance.

"You bitch, dare to kick me, I have to kill you tonight."

The greasy man was angered, grabbed Gu Yao by the hair, and wanted to slap her again to vent his anger.

Looking at the slap held high, Gu Yao didn't even have a chance to escape, but she closed her eyes subconsciously with fear.

But after a while, the slap didn't fall.

Gu Yao opened her eyes strangely, but saw that the greasy man's raised slap was held in the air by another white jade hand, unable to move.

Gu Yao followed the hand that appeared suddenly and looked at the owner of the hand.

This is a strange man.

Although it looks good, it feels cold.

"Who are you riding a horse."

When the greasy man saw that someone dared to come out to take care of the nostalgia, he was still a fragile, thin-skinned person who couldn't resist being beaten at first sight, and suddenly became arrogant.

As soon as the words came out, a heartache suddenly came from my wrist.

It feels like the tejin was severely pulled by someone, and the pain is transmitted directly to the brain

The greasy man changed his face instantly.

The strength felt on the wrist really didn't match this person's fragile appearance.

The hand of the greasy man holding Gu Yao's hair was forced to let go.

He raised his fist and wanted to hit the man.