Chapter 244

Sighed, Wenjing followed Han Muyang and went to the small bar. In order to cater to tonight's atmosphere, Wenjing specially wears a Sexy Black Sequin tight skirt, and her feet are stepping on hate sky high, showing that she is elegant and sexy.

When he saw the warm and quiet dress, Han Muyang also smiled, nodded slightly and said, "this is what a woman should look like!"

Mature when you should be mature, sexy when you should be sexy, that's right!

"A cup of XO!" Wen Jing had hardly drunk foreign wine, so she thought of this kind of wine most often heard in TV dramas. However, when the glass of liquid appeared, Wen Jing was stunned and choked her almost to collapse.

Sure enough, red wine is better

Seeing her like this, Han Muyang resolutely brought the glass of wine Wenjing had drunk, drank it up, and then asked the bartender to give Wenjing a glass of red wine.

Of course, this glass of red wine does seem a little out of place in the bar, and more men also noticed the existence of calmness. Some hungry eyes followed, but after seeing the man sitting next to her, they all lowered their heads.

Who dares to touch Han Muyang's woman?

That's terrible!

"This is delicious!" She took a sip of red wine gently and said with some surprise that the taste was really much better than what she had been in contact with before!

"This is Raffi in '82!" The bartender smiled and reminded him that he might have nothing to do. He made a glass of non-alcoholic drink for Wenjing and put a beautiful fireworks on it.

When the fireworks bloom, Han Muyang can't forget his quiet and focused eyes all his life. They are very beautiful and people will fall in at a glance.

But soon, Han Muyang's cell phone rang, "I'll answer the phone!" He said a word to Wenjing and walked out of the nightclub.

The gentle and quiet continued to sit in front of the bar, drank a drink, quickly smiled and praised the bartender, and the bartender did not refuse her admiration.

At this time, a blonde man walked up to the quiet and said in English, "Miss, can I buy you a drink?" As he spoke, his eyes kept looking at the quiet and perfect body. It would be great if he had the honor to touch the quiet body!

Of course, Wenjing knew that the man came to chat up and shook his head decisively. It seemed that the man had rarely been rejected. His face turned black. Just when he wanted to say something, he heard the bartender say a sentence in a fluent foreign language. This sentence was not English. After hearing this sentence, the man was scared and fled.

"What did you say to him?" Wen Jing looked at the bartender curiously and asked in fluent English.

The bartender shrugged and didn't tell Wenjing what he had just said, but the facts proved that that sentence was absolutely deterrent.

At this moment, a man came up drunk and said a lot of words she didn't know what it meant in a foreign language she didn't understand.

Wenjing looked up at the bartender and saw that he narrowed his eyes and repeated what he had just said, but it seemed that this sentence didn't work on the drunken man. He took another step forward and took Wenjing's arm to leave.

"You... What are you doing..." Wen Jing screamed. The bartender was also flustered at the moment and hurriedly ran out to pull them apart. However, the drunkard looked as if he was going to get it today. A fingernail was directly buckled into Wen Jing's skin and flesh, which hurt so much that she almost tears out of her eyes.

Soon, Han Muyang arrived. Seeing this situation, he came forward and yelled loudly. He used what language he didn't understand. At this time, the drunk ghost let go of her and stood there. His eyes were hazy, but he could still see the fear inside.

Han Muyang's eyes also narrowed slightly. There was a cold light in them. He winked. Next to him, several men came forward and dragged the drunk down.

Where did she go? What did the drunk look like in the end? Gentle and quiet. She looked at Han Muyang next to her. She was more frightened and more awed.

Who is Han Muyang?

"How are you?" Han Muyang came forward slowly, looked at Wenjing with some worry and asked, "are you scared?"

Wenjing shook her head slightly, but the purple red on her arm was very conspicuous. Seeing this, Han Muyang quickly took her out of the wine pool and came to a large box. The bartender also brought medicine to treat Wenjing's wound. However, he didn't know what Han Muyang said, so he immediately stepped back.

Han Muyang stepped forward, half knelt in front of his quiet feet and gently put medicine on her“ Sorry, I hurt you when I left. I didn't protect you! " Han Muyang lowered his head and whispered as he drugged Wenjing.

"It's okay. I haven't seen an alcoholic. It's normal!" Wenjing smiled and shook her head. After the wound was treated, she withdrew her hand and looked up at him.

Han Muyang also looked at Wenjing with his head tilted, and took her home. "Let's have an early rest tonight! I believe you should be tired if you are frightened! " Han Muyang sent Wenjing to the door of the room and said with a smile.

"Good!" Wen Jing answered and walked into the room. Instead of going to bed immediately, she went to bed, took her laptop, found out the pronunciation of Italian letters, and slowly learned. Wen Jing began to recall what the bartender said at that time and tried to translate what he said before.

Finally, after experiencing failures again and again, Wen Jing translated that sentence at more than 4 a.m., but when she saw the above Chinese, Wen Jing was stunned: she is Stefan's person!

This sentence can make a man of seven feet walk away. Stefan's words can have such great power! Wenjing swallowed her saliva and began to try to translate what Han Muyang said.

After translation, Wen Jing feels that Han Muyang is a gangster: do you want to die?

This was Han Muyang's roar at the drunk at that time, and the drunk was scared to step aside no matter how crazy he was drunk after hearing this sentence!

It seems that Han Muyang's identity is really not simple

Thinking quietly, he stretched his waist. Finally, he couldn't stand it, so he threw his laptop aside and fell asleep.

At this time, Han Muyang didn't sleep. After confirming that he slept quietly, he changed his clothes and drove away. He returned to the bar again.

At the moment, the bar has been cleared, and the blood in the wine pool is incomparable. Even the air is filled with a strong smell of blood. The former drunken man has already woke up, but he was beaten up. His face has now been beaten and swollen into a pig's head, even worse than a pig's head.

When the bartender saw Han Muyang coming, he hurried forward and said respectfully, "Mr. 1, you're here!"

"How's it going?" Han Muyang came forward and asked in a low voice. Looking at the strong man who had been twitching, there was a trace of contempt in his eyes.

"Can't die!" The bartender also faded his playful attitude and stood there with a voice reminding him: "but in this way, I'm afraid I must be disabled after I go out, and I can't walk with one leg!"

Han Muyang's eyes were very cold. He went forward, squatted down and looked at the man in front of him. He said coldly, "it doesn't matter. He doesn't need these legs!"

People who know Han Muyang know that he has always been so cold-blooded, and his eyes and actions do not contain a trace of temperature. If he did not have the body temperature of normal people, everyone might think that he is the embodiment of a snake, because snakes are cold-blooded animals, and Han Muyang is colder than snakes!

"I'm sorry... Mr. Stefan, i... forgive me!" The man heard Han Muyang's voice and couldn't care about the pain at the moment. He quickly climbed forward with both hands and feet and begged in a low voice: "I didn't mean it. Please... Please forgive me this time!"

If he hadn't drunk so much at that time, the drunk would not have died close to a quiet square meter, because the people who offended Han Muyang usually came to no good end, and he would soon become one of them!

After hearing this, Han Muyang sneered, took the gloves handed over by the bartender and put them on, "which hand did you touch her with?" Reaching out and gently picking up the drunk's chin, Han Muyang asked.

"I......" the man bit his teeth and refused to reveal half a word. Han Muyang looked hard at him. The hand holding his chin pressed hard against the wound on the man's face until he inserted his fingers.

"Ah -" for a moment, there was a scream in the bar. There was blood on the man's face, and now it was dripping with blood.

"When I saw a movie before, I saw a kind of torture. I lifted a person's coat, put a live mouse on it, then fastened it with an iron bucket, and kept warming the iron bucket with a fire. As soon as the mouse feels hot, it will instinctively drill into a cool place. At this moment, where do you think is a cooler place than the temperature of the iron bucket? " He sighed and asked with a smile.

When the man listened, he naturally realized what Han Muyang wanted to do, "no... no, I said, right hand, right hand!" He hurriedly shouted for mercy. If he said which hand it was, he would break one hand at most, but if he didn't say it now, he would really die!

But it's too late to say anything now

Han Muyang shook his head with regret and said, "I gave you a chance. You don't want to cherish it. Don't blame me!" He stood up, threw away his gloves at random, then stepped back and looked at the man with his head tilted with interest.