The male god of the wall: cute and black

Chapter 621 My Hero (1)

Zhou Jue galloped all the way, and the speed of the car once reached 120 yards. The night wind blew on his face, which made him feel more and more irritable. From time to time, that forbearing and stubborn little face flashed through his mind.

Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes and turned into another road.

After 10 minutes, I returned to the previous entertainment club again.

He asked for a private room, and sat on the sofa alone and smoked. He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he was in a bad mood.

Suddenly, he picked up the phone and yelled loudly, "Give me the woman named Fan."

Five minutes later, ten fat and thin women came to the private room.

After Zhou Jue glanced lightly, his face immediately darkened, and the private room was enveloped in a gloomy atmosphere, "Go away, who asked you to come, give me the surname Fan."

He picked up the cold beer on the table and threw it at those people.

"Sir, these are all named Fan." The manager said cautiously.

"Get out, get out of here, call Fan Qingling." Zhou Jue grabbed the beer again and threw it over.

Immediately, the ten women in the private room dispersed as if fleeing.

"Sorry, Miss Fan has already gone back." The manager bent over and said apologetically.

Zhou Jue looked over with dark eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Because he is a regular customer, and he is the kind with deep pockets, the manager is extra cautious.

"When did you go back?" Zhou Jue asked coldly, her face looking better than before.

"Just an hour ago," the manager replied again.

Zhou Jue stood up, grabbed his coat and jacket, and walked out of the private room.

When I sat in the car again, I was in a much better mood. The woman was quite sensible. She flicked her hand on the car door, and the cigarette on her fingertips fell into the trash can.

His gloomy and cold eyes glanced at the flickering entertainment club again, before disappearing into the black night.

On the way home, she suddenly saw a petite figure walking by the side of the road. She hugged her shoulders, bowed her head, and walked quickly. She was still wearing the same sexy and enchanting black short skirt with waist-length curly bodice. She looks very charming and charming.

Zhou Jue's eyes dimmed. It's so late, why don't you stay at home, why not walk alone on the side of the road, not afraid of encountering hooligans?
Just when I thought of this, a drunk suddenly jumped out in front of me. He blocked the woman's way, smiling lewdly, his squinting eyes were fixed on her snow-white skin, looking at her, as if she None.

"Yo, where is the chick from, she looks really good." The drunk raised his hand, trying to catch her face, but the woman backed away suddenly, turned around and ran away.

"Don't run, why run when you see Master." The drunk stumbled and grabbed her hand.

"Get out." With terrified eyes, the woman raised her hand and slapped the drunk man hard, and kicked him hard with her high-heeled feet.

"Damn, how dare you kick me." The drunk got up with a look of ferocity on his face, grabbed her long hair, and slammed into a nearby tree.

At the critical moment, she bumped into a wall of flesh, and then heard a miserable cry from behind.

Raising his head, under the neon lights, there was a cold, beautiful man with a gloomy face, a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and he put away his right foot indifferently.

"Get out." Zhou Jue shot cold eyes, the drunkard's body trembled unconsciously, and a look of panic flashed on his face.

"You..." The woman opened her mouth wide, and surprise flashed in her eyes.

Zhou Jue lowered his eyes, looked at her face, another ball of fire rose, grabbed her hand and left.

"Go to hell." Suddenly, there was a stern voice from behind, and then a wine bottle slammed into Zhou Jue's head with a bang, and blood flowed instantly.

(End of this chapter)