The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Mu Changying came out of the bar, stood on the street with a frown, and looked at the bustling and bustling city, with unprecedented doubts in his heart.

It's clear that she has only met twice, but Li Zhiyi has a magical power that always makes her believe that he won't hurt her.

"Fuck, are you crazy?"

"Could it be that I fell under his enchantment?"

The fiery red lips parted slightly, spitting out soft but icy words.

If you take a closer look, you will find that there is a bit of incomprehensible rage between her brows and eyes, which has always been calm and reserved.

"He's not mine. He must not be so obedient next time."

Mu Changying rubbed the center of her brows irritably, and stretched out her hand to stop the car near Rong's mansion.

Just as he stretched out his tender little hand, he saw a black luxury car parked at the gate of MG.

Sweeping his head casually, his eyes widened slightly when he saw the number five and nine.

This license plate is called "Ninth Five-Year Honor", the name is like the car, the king of the car, domineering, looking down on the world.

She quickly dodged to the corner to hide, and whispered, "Damn it, why did Ah Yuan come here?"

This time and place is too thought-provoking... Could it be that A Yuan came to arrest her and bring her back?

The more Mu Changying thought about it, the more hesitant she became. Should she take the initiative to go out and admit her mistake with a good attitude?

"Crack——"

The car door opened, and a man in a black windbreaker stepped out, still holding a mobile phone.

"Don't call those messy women, or I'll throw you out."

He said as he walked, the distance between the two gradually widened as time went by.

But...Mu Changying, who has excellent hearing, still vaguely heard the word "woman".

After Rong Liyuan disappeared from sight, she came out from the corner.

"Oh, my aunt wants to see, who dares to give me a man with a woman!"

She gritted her teeth viciously, making a creepy cluck.

Mu Changying's eyes flickered, and she turned and walked towards the nearby shop on her small high heels.

——

Rong Liyuan pushed the door and entered the VIP box, the purpose of entering was a noisy and messy scene.

A seemingly pure-looking woman, but still exuding a dusty air in her bones, sat next to a man with a scar on his forehead.

The rest of the women were singing lingering songs, dancing fiery dances, and winking at the man on the sofa from time to time.

"If you don't want to die, get out!"

The music was turned off, and the room fell silent for a moment, and the women couldn't help but feel a little at a loss.

"But... this... Master Si called us to join in the fun..."

The speaking woman's tongue was tied, her face was pale, and her legs were shaking.

She swallowed involuntarily, and took a few steps back.

Damn, this man is too scary...

"It has nothing to do with me, get out!"

Rong Liyuan's face was as gloomy as ink, and his whole body was full of evil spirits.

There was a stern look between his brows, which made people jump in fear when they looked at each other.

Heh... the air here has been polluted by these few vulgar fans.

If he was in the same room with them, even if they were far apart, Yingbao would not be happy.

He absolutely can't bring this inferior and disgusting atmosphere home.

"Rong Xiaoer, these girls are not here to serve you, so why should you drive them out?"

An evil man with a shallow scar on his forehead was leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed.

With a slight force in his hand, he hugged the woman sitting next to him into his arms.

"Master... let me go..."

The woman's face was flushed, her voice was delicate, and she pretended to push and push her passionately.