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

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

She had only met two times, but Li Zhiyi had a magic power on her body, which always made her believe that he would not hurt her.

"Fuck, are you crazy?"

"Could it be that I fell into his ecstasy?"

The red lips that were like fire and blood were slightly parted, and soft but cold and biting words were spit out.

Taking a closer look, you will find that her brows, who have always been calm and self-controlled, are stained with a bit of incomprehensible rage.

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

Mu Changying rubbed his eyebrows irritably, and reached out his hand to stop the car to the vicinity of Rong Mansion.

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

He glanced sideways at random, and when he saw the number of five nines, his eyes narrowed slightly.

This license plate is called "the honor of the ninety-five", the name is like the car, the king of the car, the domineering side leaks, and the world is contemptuous.

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

This time and place is too thought-provoking... Isn't A Yuan here to capture her back?

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

"Crack-"

The car door opened, and the man in the black trench coat came down, holding the phone in his hand.

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

As he walked, the distance between the two gradually widened as time passed.

However... Mu Changying, who has excellent ears, still vaguely heard the word "woman".

After Rong Luyuan disappeared from sight, she walked out of the corner.

"Oh, auntie wants to see, who would dare to stuff my man with a woman!"

She gritted her teeth viciously, making an eerie rattle.

Mu Changying's eyes wandered, stepping on the small high heels, turning around and walking towards the store next to her.

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Rong Luyuan pushed open the door and entered the VIP box, and what he entered was a noisy and chaotic scene.

A woman with a seemingly innocent appearance, but still exuding an air of dust in her bones, sat next to a man with a scar on her forehead.

The rest of the women were singing lingering songs, dancing hot dances, and occasionally throwing a wink at the man on the sofa.

"Get out if you don't want to die!"

The music was turned off, and the box became quiet for a while, and the women couldn't help but feel at a loss.

"But... this... it was the master who called us to add to the fun..."

The woman who spoke had her tongue knotted, her face pale, and her legs trembled.

She swallowed involuntarily and took a few steps back.

Mom, this man is too scary...

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

Rong Luyuan's face was gloomy like ink, and the whole body was full of evil spirits.

There was a sullen look between his eyes, which made people shudder when they looked at each other.

Heh... the air here has been tainted by these vulgar powders.

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

He absolutely couldn't bring home such a nasty and disgusting aura.

"Rong Xiaoer, these women aren't here to serve you, can you drive them out?"

The evil man with a shallow scar on his forehead leaned on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed.

With a slight force on his hand, he pulled the woman sitting beside him into his arms.

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

The woman's face was flushed, her voice was tender, and she pushed her sensually and deliberately.