Chapter 205

Inferior cigarettes, cut throat sorghum wine, thick Northern Shaanxi folk songs, this bar fantasizes the hottest desire in their hearts.

When Yang Ping kissed Mu Zihan, she obviously felt her delicate body trembling. Her little hand was nervous and didn't know where to put it, but the enthusiasm in her eyes didn't decay. It seemed that with the action of kissing, her little hand finally bravely held Yang Ping's waist.

Their bodies were close together. Mu Zihan felt the strong strength in Yang Ping's body, like a fierce tiger. There was no fat in her lower abdomen. The water chestnut features were obviously particularly charming, which made her obsessed.

Mu Zihan didn't see handsome men, including sun Wangyue, who was born fatal to women, but he was indifferent. Only Yang Ping had a special smell, which made her enjoy an unprecedented sense of security after a failed marriage.

Their kiss was very gentle, not the wild paralysis of alcohol in the bar. Mu Zihan liked the gentle side of the man in front of him, absorbed and enjoyed it silently, and felt hot in his heart.

Lips away.

Yang Ping lowered her head and looked at Mu Zihan's beautiful face. A strong voice was released from the bottom of her heart and possessed her. She is yours tonight.

Mu Zihan was watched by Yang Ping's burning eyes, his heart beat faster, hung his head, didn't dare to look at each other, his heart pounded, and an unprecedented shyness quietly climbed onto his face. Only in the purest love fantasy in college did she feel such a wonderful throb, but it happened in the muddy bar and in two strange hearts in the same city.

She doesn't know his past. She used to be just a pure superior and subordinate.

He doesn't know her past. Now he's just two unemployed men and women.

In the yellow bar fantasy, other people are familiar with this pair of kissing men and don't have much reaction, but mu Zihan's beauty still shocked many people. They look at Yang Ping and shoot a little envious and jealous eyes.

Yang Ping held Mu Zihan tightly and felt the trembling of the beauty in his arms. If he wanted, Mu Zihan would not refuse. Because the current environment and atmosphere are developing in the direction of the hotel. Mu Zihan was lying in Yang Ping's arms, a little nervous in his heart, thinking what to do if Yang Ping pulled him to the hotel?

Yang Ping didn't speak.

When Mu Zihan was relieved, he was disappointed. He thought he didn't have much attraction to Yang Ping. Can't he do anything in such a charming atmosphere?

Women are strange animals. They hate using their bodies to attract men, but they hate that their bodies can't attract men. Mu Zihan hates the possession of those red fruits, but he hides different feelings for Yang Ping and expects something to happen.

"You are so beautiful tonight." Yang Ping whispered in Mu Zihan's ear.

Mu Zihan's pretty face was slightly red, his delicate earlobes were red, looked up, bit his lips and said, "just tonight?"

Yang Ping saw the stubborn eyes in Mu Zihan's eyes and smiled. He gently touched her black hair with his hand, revealing half of her perfect side face. He sighed in his heart that God is very magical. He can make such a moving beauty. Every place is full of extreme charm.

Other women in the bar saw Mu Zihan's shy face and wailed in their hearts. Why isn't the man holding her me.

"After drinking a lot of wine, let's go," Yang Ping said with a smile.

Mu Zihan trembled in his heart and whispered that he had finally come. He was instinctively afraid, but he was more looking forward to it. He nodded silently and was pulled out of the bar by Yang Ping. His little heart beat violently. She has heard a lot about the one night stand in the bar. The white-collar life in the city is stressful, empty, lonely and cold. She looks for stimulation in the bar, but she hates this kind of life and feels that having a daughter Xuanxuan is enough. However, when she really kissed Yang Ping in the bar, she realized that that kind of stimulation can not be covered up by a peaceful life, it is the stimulation she longed for in her heart, Even one night, it is memorable.

But good things always have to be polished. They walked to the door and were stopped.

A short man with dark skin like loach stopped them, looked at Mu Zihan's body wantonly, showed greedy desire, pointed to the position in the center of the bar and said with a smile: "this beauty, my eldest brother wants to buy you a drink and give you face."

Mu Zihan frowned and said faintly, "I'm not interested."

The little man looked at Yang Ping and threatened, "women are not sensible. Men should know better. It's not a bad thing to go out and make friends."

Yang Pingshun looked at the little man's fingers. A bald man was drinking liquor. Behind him stood two powerful men with both hands on their backs and sunglasses. They exuded a ruthless energy. At a glance, they knew they were not good people and mixed in the road.

"Not interested." Yang Ping said faintly.

He was ready to leave with Mu Zihan. He took advantage of the beautiful atmosphere and did something happy. Maybe he could do something more meaningful. Unexpectedly, someone stabbed him horizontally. He was unhappy and didn't give a good face. The little man turned pale and said, "boy, don't be shameless. My eldest brother is a shoulder in this generation. If you annoy him, be careful in the future."

Yang Ping was too lazy to talk nonsense. He grabbed the short man and threw it at the counter.

Bang!

The little man hit the counter and screamed.

Seeing that the boy was beaten, the bald boss stood up and released a dangerous smell. The bodyguard behind him put his hand into his pocket and was ready to take action. The little man got up, his face covered with blood, glared at Yang Ping and shouted, "boy, dare you hit me?"

Yang Ping sighed and knew that the meaningful things tonight could not be done, because the bald boss surrounded them with people.

The bald boss sank his face, stared at Yang Ping and hummed, "boy, you have seed. Even my people dare to fight."

Mu Zihan was frightened by the ferocity of the bald boss. She rarely dealt with people on the road. She basically made friends with elites. Those who pursued her did not use violence, let alone siege, which was an indiscriminate means.

Yang Ping grinned and said, "he's in the way."

His bald face was ferocious, and he smiled angrily. "I'm in the way now. What do you do?"

Shua Shua!

The two bodyguards behind the bald head took out pistols from their pockets and scared Mu Zihan. She pulled Yang Ping's pocket and whispered, "forget it, we're not here to fight."

The bald man laughed and said in a cold voice, "no one in Longcheng dares to refuse my bald invitation." he looked at Mu Zihan and said, "beauty, drink three glasses of wine with me. How about it?"

The little man shouted, "how about three cups? I have to go to the hotel at least three times. Boss, look at my face. It's bleeding. A lot of blood."

The bald boss shrugged and said with a smile, "my men don't know how to speak. Don't bet. Three glasses of wine actually means the same as going to bed three times, but I never force women. It's boring to do that. One time is enough, how about it?"

His men took a glass of wine, licked it with bare head, handed it to Mu Zihan and said with a smile: "a glass of wine, a love."

Mu Zihan was angry. These orders were too presumptuous. He slapped the wine glass on the ground.

Bang Dang!

The wine glass fell on the ground and the rising wine fell on the shoes. The bald boss had no expression and said to Yang Ping, "lick my shoes. Brother Qiang is very principled. Others don't bully me. I never bully others."

The bald men laughed and shouted, "do you hear me? Brother Qiang is talking about principles. Lick it quickly, or you'll die."

Mu Zihan said angrily, "enough. If you do this again, I'll call the police."

call the police!

The bald man laughed and seemed to disdain the two policemen. Hei hei said, "you can call the police and don't say I didn't do anything to you. Even if you did something, those waste policemen dare to make trouble with me?"

The little man wiped the blood on his face, looked at Yang Ping with resentment and said excitedly, "who doesn't know that our strong brother has a hard relationship in the underground world of Longcheng? The police have to bow and bow when they see him. Idiot, lick it quickly, or I'll fuck your woman."

ha-ha!

The shorter the man said, the more excited he became. It seemed that he could really go on. He didn't see the bald boss's gloomy face.

Pop!

The bald boss slapped the little man in the face and roared, "you go first, or I go first. Lying in the trough, you are so bold that you dare to beat my horse." the little man was scared silly and hurried to compensate for it, but all his resentment was put on Yang Ping, thinking about how to bring back people to kill him.

Taking out the bodyguard's pistol, he rubbed his bare head against the body and said faintly, "is there a problem?"

Mu Zihan's pupil shrinks and knows that the big thing is bad. These people are certainly not ordinary gangsters, but real bandits. Those who play with knives and guns are at two levels. People dare to take out the gun openly, which not only shows that the backstage is hard, but also does similar things.

"Just a glass of wine..." Mu Zihan bit his lips, but was stopped by Yang Ping.

Yang Ping shook his head and said with a smile, "do you know what I hate most?"

The bald boss squinted, held a pistol and said coldly, "I'm not interested. I'll give you ten seconds. If you don't lick my shoes, I'll keep you from walking out of the bar all your life."

Yang Ping sighed and said, "really can't communicate?"

Bald eyes were more chilly and said, "there are five seconds left."

Mu Zihan was nervous and whispered, "Yang Ping, don't mess around."

"Three seconds."

The bald man pointed the muzzle of his gun at Yang Ping's eyebrows and said ferociously: "don't force me to kill. Although it's a little troublesome, it just costs some money..." the insurance opened and was ready to shoot. He exuded a killing opportunity. The short man was very excited, as if he saw Yang Ping fall in a pool of blood.

Mu Zihan's delicate body trembled slightly.

When the bald man saw that Yang Ping didn't move, his anger broke out. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at his thigh and he was about to shoot. Mu Zihan looked pale and wanted to cry, but he was stunned by the scene in front of him. The gun didn't sound, and the pistol fell to the ground, along with the arm.

His bald head turned pale. He looked at his arm on the ground in horror. The sharp pain came and almost fainted. He roared: "you broke my hand..."

Poof!

His bodyguard wanted to do it, and Yang Ping put his foot on his stomach. It seemed that the burly bodyguard snorted and flew ten meters away, lying on the ground unable to move. Yang Ping's eyes were cold and devoid of emotion. A terrible pressure came. The bald man and the short man couldn't bear it. With a click, he knelt on the ground.

"Spare your life." his bald head covered his broken hand, blood gurgling out and trembling.

Yang Ping sighed, grinned and said, "do you know what I hate?"

The bald head shook his head quickly, and his heart was terrified.

"I hate the woman who others touch me, even if I want to." Yang Ping pulled Mu Zihan away. In the bar, he was in a mess and fainted bald.

Bar parking lot.

Yang Ping got on the bus and was about to drive. A fragrant wind threw himself into his arms. Mu Zihan hugged him tightly and kissed his lips.