National male god A exploded

Chapter 702

"No?" Yu Shengting grabbed Tang Wan's hair roughly, and pulled her head hard, "Tang Wan, don't think I didn't see the matter between you and Feng Ying. So do your best to help Feng Ying's younger brother enter the entertainment circle, are you trying to please him or are you trying to please him, huh?"

"Master, I don't." Tang Wan felt like his scalp was about to be ripped off by him.

"No?" Yu Shengting looked at the attic with drunken eyes, narrowing his eyes dangerously, "I remember you still have a younger sister, since you don't want to accompany me so much, it's okay to let your younger sister accompany me, after all, it's better than yours. Much tenderer."

Tang Wan's face changed drastically when she heard that, "Master, An An is still young, so she can't."

Yu Shengting raised his eyebrows, "An'an? The name isn't bad, he's the only one, he's getting angry, and I just need someone to vent my anger, right upstairs."

Yu Shengting climbed up from Tang Wan's body, and made a wobbly gesture to go to the attic.

"Master, I am willing, I am willing." Tang Wan hurriedly went up to hold Yu Shengting.

"It's late." Yu Shengting violently shook her off and continued to walk upstairs.

Although Yu Shengting drank too much, Tang Wan knew very well that his skills were no worse than Yu Linhan's.

He can never stop what he wants.

Tang Wan had no choice but to kneel down in front of Yu Shengting with a plop, begging: "Master, I beg you, An An is still young, she is not from our circle."

Yu Shengting sat down on the spiral staircase in the attic and said, "I can let her go if you want, call and ask Feng Ying to come out."

"Master." Tang Wan hesitated to speak.

"I don't want to repeat the same thing a second time."

In order to protect her sister, Tang Wan was finally forced to call Feng Ying.

……

Half an hour later, Feng Ying appeared at the Imperial Club.

Yu Shengting sat crookedly in the booth, and a few little models kept pouring him wine, while Tang Wan sat beside him silently.

Feng Ying had her own focus, and as soon as she appeared, she attracted the attention of everyone in the club.

A small model looked in the direction of the door and exclaimed, "It's Young Master Luo."

Yu Shengting looked in the direction of the little model, and happened to see Feng Ying, who was wearing a white sweater with a dusty temperament.

Yu Shengting glanced at the little model next to him, and the little model moved back automatically to give way.

Feng Ying hung the coat in his hand on the chair and took a seat.

"You're quite capable, and you still block me, huh?" Yu Shengting raised his hand holding the red wine glass, and the wine glass tilted.

"Master." Tang Wan's face changed, and it was too late to stop her.

Several small models looked at each other with puzzled faces.

The red wine fell from the top of Feng Ying's head, staining Feng Ying's white sweater red.

Because of his high appearance, Feng Ying at this moment not only did not appear embarrassed, but only increased his evil charm.

"Fun?" Feng Ying's expression was flat, neither angry nor angry.

"It's very fun, don't you know, the only joy in my life now is to torture you." When Yu Shengting said this, his voice was joking, but there was an imperceptible loneliness in his eyes.

The little model poured another glass of red wine for Yu Shengting, and Yu Shengting took the glass and shook it lightly, "Are you disturbing your good business with that woman? Let me guess where you two are going, are you in? Or Out?"

Yu Shengting glanced at Feng Ying's sad and happy face, and continued, "Or maybe you can't get hard at all, huh?"

(End of this chapter)