C2 Drunk Woman

After placing the drunk woman on the sofa in the living room, Zhang Yang poured himself a cup of hot water.

The sofa was very soft, and immediately a huge hole was formed by the drunk woman. Her beautiful figure laid horizontally on the sofa and continuously twisted about, like a pile of mud. The strong smell of alcohol mixed with her alluring body scent quickly filled the air, causing the living room to be filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

She seemed to be really hot. Her red lips were parted and her eyes were half-closed. Her two small hands were involuntarily placed in front of her chest, ripping at her clothes.

She didn't have much on her to begin with, so what was the point in tearing her up? Following a burst of strange crackling sounds, a few buttons on his chest suddenly flew out. His white shirt was pushed to the side and a spring light shone out.

Gulp!

Zhang Yang swallowed his saliva and the teacup in his hand almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Miss, stop it. "Damn!"

The drunk woman was still muddle-headed. She didn't listen to Zhang Yang's advice at all. In a few seconds, she had already pulled her shirt away from Zhang Yang's face, exposing her pink bra.

The scene inside the bra was even more fucking beautiful!

Be a good boy... This was the temptation of a naked fruit, it wanted to take one's life.

Facing such a hair-raising scene, to be honest, Zhang Yang's male hormones rapidly swelled up and his eyes emitted a green light. His heart pounded and his body unconsciously formed some kind of magical chemical reaction.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It was at this moment that another knock was heard on the door. This time, the knock was urgent and rather loud, so loud that it was impolite.

Damn it, what bad luck!

The sudden knock on the door caused Zhang Yang's mood to drop to the bottom. He quickly put on his clothes and covered the drunk woman with her blanket.

After doing this, Zhang Yang opened the door at a leisurely pace.

When the door opened, two tall men stood at the entrance. A yellow-faced man stared at Zhang Yang and asked, "Brat, did a woman just enter your room?"

"No, who are you?" Zhang Yang hugged his arms and leaned on the door of the room, blocking the two men's line of sight.

"Third brother, what are you talking to him about?"

The other man with a mustache said impatiently. Raising his head, he looked up at Zhang Yang and swore, "Little tramp, get out of my way. We'll go inside and search for it ourselves."

"I didn't say anything. Sun, you can come in as you please?" As Zhang Yang had been interrupted, he naturally didn't give them any face.

"Brat, you dare to talk to me like that, I think you must be tired of living."

The face of the man with the mustache changed. He moved his right arm and was about to slap Zhang Yang's face.

Zhang Yang sneered. How could he allow his palm to land? With a swoosh, Zhang Yang's speed was extremely fast. Like a ghost, he grabbed the mustache man's right hand.

Zhang Yang then gripped the small mustached man's hand and bent his back like a lobster.

Tilting his head, the small mustached man's forehead emitted a cold laughter. "Aiyo, it hurts. Let go of me. If you don't let go now, I won't believe that I won't work hard enough to kill you …"

"Alright, then I'll let go!"

Zhang Yang let go of his hand with a smile on his face. However, he used a hidden force on his palm, causing the small mustache man to lose his balance. Zhang Yang let go of his hand with a smile on his face, but pushed out his palm with a hidden force.

"You're courting death!"

Seeing that his comrade had suffered a loss, another yellow-faced man raised his fist and angrily punched him.

Without saying anything else, Zhang Yang turned his body and dodged the man's fist. He grabbed the man's hair with both of his hands and pulled him towards the corridor. The man's leather shoes flew into the air and hit his head on the wall, causing blood to gush out of his nose.

Zhang Yang took a step forward, stepped on the yellow-faced man, and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you people? Who is that woman? "

"You … "Who are you?" Before the yellow-faced man could recover his senses, he raised his neck and said angrily, "Brat, do you know who we are? "You dare to offend us in the Cloud Prefecture, you're dead meat!"

Since the other party didn't say anything, Zhang Yang didn't ask any further. He directly stomped down. The yellow-faced man's right ankle bone shattered with a cracking sound. A blood-curdling scream resounded in the corridor for a long time.

After a while, Zhang Yang continued, "How is it, are you willing to tell me now?"

The yellow-faced man laid on the ground, his eyes flowing with light. A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him. He moaned and said, "Stop hitting me, I'll tell you, I'll tell you …" The one who invited Chief Liu out for a meal was young master Jie, and the one who wanted us to drug him was also young master Jie. Chief Liu is Liu Wanyu, and we don't know why, but it was pretty smooth before. Who knew that this woman said that she would go to the washroom and never see us again.

Oh? He actually drugged it? No wonder that woman was so passionate.

After clarifying the whole situation, it could be seen from the pleasing eyes and temperament of that beautiful woman. To have such an aura, it was obviously not something that an ordinary woman could possess.

"How is it? You two are so injured, do you need any medical fees? " Zhang Yang asked with a smile as he placed his foot on the yellow-faced man's chest.

"No …" "Don't..." The two of them shook their heads like a rattle.

"You really don't want it?"

"Really."

"Then... "Fine." Zhang Yang gave a faint smile and said, "You don't want it, I want it." If you disturb my sleep in the middle of the night, you will have to compensate me for my mental loss. If I didn't sleep well tonight, you will have to compensate me for my youth loss. Take it out. "

Zhang Yang recounted a bunch of losses in one breath. His expression was like that of a big boss who was being paid millions of yuan a minute. The two people on the ground were dumbfounded and filled with anger as they exchanged glances and obediently took out money from their wallets.

A stack of bills was almost worth three or four thousand yuan. Holding it in his hand, Zhang Yang patted the yellow-faced man's head and smiled. "Come and cause more trouble for me in the future?"

"No …" "I don't dare …"

"Hurry up and get lost!"

The two men stood up as if they had received an order of forgiveness and fled in panic, not daring to even fart.

After earning a few thousand yuan, it would be enough for him to spend two months. With a proud expression, Zhang Yang put the money away, closed the door and returned to the living room.

Only after a few steps, Zhang Yang realized something was wrong. He raised his head to look at the sofa in the living room. The moment he saw it, he was stunned!