The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Mu Wanqing smiled slyly, "I don't have any other requests. You can give me some compensation, and then let her pay me some medical expenses and mental losses."

Small money is more important than anything.

Yan Jun: "..."

Is this woman so skinny after being beaten?

However, Yanjun didn't think about anything else at this time.

He squinted his eyes, looked at Mu Wanqing's scratches, frowned tightly, his thin lips lightly opened, "What a courage."

Dare to hurt Ye Yuchen's woman in his territory.

Sure enough, so bold.

Mei'er's heart sank suddenly.

She shook her head desperately, her coquettish purplish-red lips closed one by one, still unable to make a sound.

"Come here." Yan Jun squinted and ordered.

Several bartenders who had followed him for a long time understood what he meant and nodded and took a step forward.

"Snapped--"

A slap landed on Mei'er's left cheek.

The strength of a man is much greater than that of a woman, her head is about to be broken, and she slams aside.

"Ah...ah..."

Mei'er flees and hides desperately. She gestures to ask for paper money, explains to Yanjun, or begs for mercy.

"Bring paper and pen."

Yan Jun suddenly raised his hand to stop the second slap.

The bartender then handed Mei'er the paper and pen, only to see her lying on the wine table, writing slashingly.

"Boss Yan, what Mu Wanqing said is a lie to you!"

Her writing was very big, so she changed another piece of paper.

"I have danced with you for so many years, don't you know my character? She is an unidentified woman slandering me, you can't easily believe it!"

Yan Jun glanced sideways at Meier's words.

He squinted at her, his eyes seemed to stare through her, and he suddenly sneered.

"Go on." He said coldly.

Hehe, unidentified woman?

Ye Yuchen's woman, even Yanjun dare not provoke him, and it is the turn of a dancing girl to point her fingers here?

"Snapped--"

A slap suddenly hit Meier's right cheek again.

Mei'er only felt that her teeth shook twice with the painful slap, and blood was flowing out.

"Papa Papa--"

After slapped a few more times, Mei'er lay down on the ground embarrassedly, with some broken teeth flowing from the corners of her lips.

Even her most proud face has countless scratches. It looks like a flower cat, so ugly that people don't want to see it.

"Woo..."

Mei'er looked up, begging Yanjun humblely.

Of course, Yan Jun just glanced at her in disgust, waved his hand and ordered, "Throw it out."

Meier cried hoarsely, but she couldn't get a trace of sympathy.

She was held by two bartenders and threw her outside the door of the Zero Degree Bar, like a sow that was no longer useful.

"Tsk, it's bloody." Mu Wanqing shook his head.

"Is grandma still satisfied?" Yan Jun squeezed out a smile and looked at her a bit sadly.

Mu Wanqing nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

After that, she thought about it several times, then shook her head, "How about compensation? What about medical expenses? What about mental loss?"

Don't think that if you teach someone, you can make her forget the little money!

Yan Jun: "..."

"One hundred thousand, is it enough?" He gritted his teeth to discuss, feeling a pain in the flesh.

Mu Wanqing looked at Yan Jun in surprise, "So generous?"

She stretched out her hand and touched his forehead. It wasn't hot, it didn't look like her brain was sick...

"Are you the person?" Mu Wanqing blinked.

"Yes." Yan Jun smiled reluctantly, and then asked the bartender to credit the 100,000 to her salary.