Chapter 1089

Zeng Mingyue was confused, and then the whole person blew up.

"Oh... Oh!"

Her mind was clear because of the man's invasion. She struggled desperately, but she could only make a vague whine.

The small voice was covered by the sound of kissing and swallowing around, which made Zeng Mingyue more and more afraid.

Woo woo.

She shed tears and felt that she really shouldn't have come to a place like a bar and let herself get drunk.

It's so unfair and angry to be taken advantage of and bullied by others now.

Her tears fell down and she bit it with all her strength.

"Hiss!"

The man was unprepared. She succeeded. He let go of her with a dull groan of pain.

Zeng Mingyue took the opportunity to push away the man, turned and squeezed into the crowd without distinguishing the direction.

When Fu Jiabei found Zeng Mingyue, the hot dancer, he couldn't help coming down from upstairs. When he lined up the dancing crowd and walked near Zeng Mingyue, he just saw the shirt man extending his hand to the girl's white and bare waist.

Without thinking about it, he grabbed the man's hand. At that time, all the lights suddenly went out.

Fu Jiabei shook off the man and grabbed Zeng Mingyue and forced him into his arms.

Men and women cheered and kissed in the dark.

The girl in her arms stuck to him blankly, soft and incomparably fit, and the smell of wine and the sweet smell belonging to the girl went into her nose.

Almost instantly, fujiabe remembered the kiss in the hotel corridor.

The senses are awakened, followed by a sense of dryness and heat.

He thought it was necessary for him to teach the girl a long lesson and dare to go to such a messy place and get drunk.

So he raised the girl's chin with one hand, looked down for her sweet lips, and blocked the suction.

Her taste is very good. There is more wine smell than in memory, but it is more intoxicating.

Fu Jiabei was intoxicated, but he didn't expect that the dull girl like a silly rabbit could turn into a little wild cat. She bit him heavily!

The pain forced him to release her, and the silly girl slipped away.

"Stop!"

Fu Jiabei gave a deep drink, but it was too chaotic around. His voice was covered up. He stretched out his hand to catch her. However, he couldn't see clearly at present. In the blink of an eye, the girl didn't know where to squeeze.

Fu Jiabei frowned and felt a helpless irritability in his heart.

Just then, the lights on the dance floor suddenly came on again.

"Hey, little sister, where are you going?"

When the light was on, Zeng Mingyue just stumbled into the shirt man's side.

Just now in the chaos, the shirt man couldn't find Zeng Mingyue. He was angry and annoyed.

At the moment, as soon as he saw Zeng Mingyue, he was pleasantly surprised and stretched out his hand to hold Zeng Mingyue.

Zeng Mingyue looked back and saw the shirt man. He thought it was him who had just pulled himself and kissed himself.

Now that he had caught up with him, she must have had another intention. She screamed and slapped the shirt man in the face.

"Hooligans! Perverts! Bastards!"

She was full of anger, shame and anger, slapped in the face and punched and kicked.

The shirt man didn't expect that the girl would suddenly do it to herself. She was slapped in the face and twice on her body, which also attracted people around to look at him with strange eyes.

He was stunned for a moment before he reacted and became angry.

"You fucking want to die!"

His eyes turned red, raised his hand and greeted Zeng Mingyue's face.

Zeng Mingyue's face turned pale with fear. He closed his eyes and shrunk his head.

"It's you who want to die!"

Just waiting for the shirt man to vent his anger, a male voice implied unhappiness sounded. At the same time, the shirt man waved his hand to Zeng Mingyue's face and was held and twisted by a strong force.

When the pain came, the shirt man was thrown away and screamed.

"Fuck!"

He cursed, covered his aching wrist and staggered two steps back.

Zeng Mingyue has been brought into a warm embrace.

She looked up in surprise and saw the man's beautiful and resolute jaw, with smooth curve, which was very familiar.

At this moment, I don't know if it was stimulated by the disorderly lights. Zeng Mingyue was dizzy again.

She looked at the familiar face in front of her and blinked.

"Fu Shao? Fu... Jiabei?"

Zeng Mingyue thought she might be really drunk, otherwise how could she think of the male god in her heart, and the male God appeared in front of her.

But the illusion was too real and intoxicating. She didn't want to wake up.

"You... You lower your head and let me have a good look..."

She leaned against Fu Jiabei, grabbed his shirt and tried to tiptoe to touch the man's face.

Jiabei hugged the girl and felt that the girl's body was soft and boneless. She moved around and provoked him again.

In particular, the girl's hands were still unknowingly touching his chest.

His slender eyebrows twisted slightly, grabbed Zeng Mingyue's hands and bowed his head slightly.

"Be good, be quiet."

He lowered his head. Zeng Mingyue saw the face clearly. She looked at him in a daze, and her body was completely soft in Fu Jiabei's arms.

"Shit!"

The shirt man rubbed his wrists that were twisted as if they were about to break and stared at them with angry curses.

What he met was Fu Jiabei's dark and cold eyes sinking in the shadow of the lamp, a face that clearly looked very young, and the strength and cold aura that he exuded made people feel chilly.

That kind of momentum is not what ordinary people can have. Shirt men have already entered society, and they still have a little eyesight.

He saw at a glance that he was not a man he could afford.

Before he could spit out more curses, he honestly shut his mouth and squeezed into the crowd with his head down under Fu Jiabei's cold eyes.

"Let's go."

Fu Jiabei lowered his head, hugged Zeng Mingyue and walked out.

He was tall, strong and powerful. He soon got rid of the crowd and took her out of the messy dance floor. During this period, no one even touched a corner of her clothes.

Zeng Mingyue stayed honestly in the arms of the male god, and the whole person became more and more drunk.

Out of the dance floor, the girl remembered the kiss just now. She grabbed Fu Jiabei's shirt and refused to go in front of him.

"What's the matter?"

"Sobbing, i... I was bullied. It's hard..."

The girl said, and her tears fell pitifully.

Jiabei frowned and her eyes were gloomy.

What else did the man do to her before he came?

He was thinking, when he saw the girl raise her hand and wipe her lips hard, and wronged Bala's little nose.

"Sobbing, it's so dirty! I want to vomit!"

After kissing the girl, Fu Jiabei was stunned and his face was slightly black.

Dirty? Want to throw up? No, he figured out what it was like when his father scolded his mother every time!