The man who wears a book and licks a dog, the school belle heroine forcefully kisses me

Kakaka.

The iron rolling door was pulled up, and the lights on the roof of the garage automatically turned on.

What appeared in front of Xu Jiu was a large locomotive. The black body with a faint cold light made it look like a quietly dormant beast.

Xu Jiu stopped and twisted the keychain on his finger, and walked straight forward.

After taking a few glances at the locomotive, Xu Jiu's expression became a little more colorful than the previous indifference.

Xu Jiu straddled up, with his legs spread out on both sides of the car.

Even wearing a pair of leather pants outside could not hide the slenderness and beauty of Xu Jiu's legs.

Put one foot on the pedal and one foot on the ground.

The leather boots hit the ground with another click.

Xu Jiu put in the key and lit the ignition.

buzzing.

The dull sound of the motor echoed in the twenty square meter garage.

A few puffs of white smoke spewed out from the exhaust pipes on the underside of the car.

After coiling the long hair at the back of his head with a rubber band, Xu Jiucai picked up the black helmet hanging on the handle and put it on.

Taking off the windshield of the helmet, Xu Jiu twisted the handle with his right hand, leaning forward slightly with his upper body.

boom!
The trembling locomotive suddenly let out an angry roar, and jumped out suddenly, like an arrow leaving the string.

The locomotive quickly drove onto the road, shuttling among the traffic.

The neon lights of the city flashed on the windshield.

Behind the mirror was Xu Jiu's stern gaze.

……

……

"Tonight's consumption will be paid by Mr. Tang!"

A shout of excitement immediately made all the writhing figures in the bar vibrate. Under the dim but gorgeous light, they vented their inner desires while secretly revealing each other's ugliness and greed.

The alcohol flowing in their blood made it even more difficult for them to control themselves amidst the blaring music.

The air was already turbid with all kinds of perfume and smoke.

The box on the second floor of the bar.

Through the glass window, Tang Gan glanced at the men and women on the dance floor downstairs who were excited by his words, feeling bored for no reason.

"These people are like junk!"

Cursing contemptuously, Tang Gan raised his hand and took a sip of his wine.

"Damn it!"

The alcohol began to surge, Tang Qian felt a little dizzy, and all kinds of emotions tumbling in his heart.

"Then why is Gouba Yuhuai safe and sound every time!" Tang Gan couldn't figure it out.

Could it be that Yu Huaitian beat himself?
Since he reappeared a year later, everything seems to have deviated from the original track.

As for himself, he suffered setbacks and losses in all aspects.

To put it bluntly, Tang Gan is sometimes like a toy being played with by Yu Huai wantonly.

A dead dog.

Thinking of this, Tang Gan's expression darkened in an instant.

Even the dim lights of the bar couldn't conceal the gloom in his eyes.

He even spent a lot of money to find someone to buy Yu Huai's life, but who would have thought that Yu Huai didn't lose a single hair, and could still bounce around in front of him afterwards.

There was even a hint of teasing in the words, as if watching a clown.

A foolish and complacent clown.

Tang Gan imagined what kind of smiling face Yu Huai should have on the other side of the screen at those times, and what kind of attitude he would look at his jokes.

Under the skin on both sides of the temple, he couldn't suppress the floating blood vessels no matter what.

"Fuck Yu Huai!"

Tang Gan couldn't help cursing again, he couldn't control his emotions at all.

For him, everything related to Yu Huai always makes him feel turbulent.

He raised his head and took a few more sips of wine, Tang Gan dropped the bottle casually, swayed and pushed open the door, leaving the bar.

The welcoming boy at the door recognized Tang Gan, a famous rich young master, and immediately showed a standard enthusiastic smile, "Young Master Tang, do you want to call a substitute driver for you?"

"Huh?" Tang Gan raised his head, squinted at the man in front of him and the car key in his hand.

Only then did Tang Qian remember that this was the bar employee who helped him park the car.

After a soft snort, Tang Qian suddenly raised his hand.

Snapped!
The wide palm was raised high, and from top to bottom, it slapped the face of the little brother Yingbin directly with dull force.

The severe pain made him let out a cry of pain, and he took a deep breath of cold air.

There was also a red mark on the left cheek.

After a short period of astonishment, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and showed that smile again on his face, but it looked like a smile that was down to the bone.

He knew that he and Tang Gan belonged to two worlds, and it was really nothing to be slapped.

What happened to several of his colleagues in the past was much more exaggerated than what he had experienced at this time.

Facing young masters like Tang Qian, all he could do was bend down and smile apologetically.

To put it bluntly, it is to be a slave.

But it's all about money, and there's nothing unbearable about it.

If he really couldn't bear his temper and had any conflicts, he would be the only one who suffered.

At that time, he may have to be beaten, have a broken leg, and then lose the job. This is far from the result he wanted.

In the face of reality, always learn to bend down.

"Hey," the welcome brother smiled and praised, "As expected of you, Young Master Tang, this slap is so powerful that I woke up in one slap."

At the end, the little brother said with a stern face, "More Tang, less."

"Ha ha."

Tang Gan suddenly laughed twice, his eyes extremely playful.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked his brother.

The welcome brother was taken aback for a moment, and affirmed: "It's comfortable!"

"Then do it again?" Tang Gan said indifferently, "The left cheek is refreshed, and I'll give you another one on the right cheek?"

"After all, good things come in pairs."

Tang Gan spoke unhurriedly, while slowly raising his left hand.

The little brother Yingbin was stunned, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

After struggling for a few seconds, he wanted to beg for mercy, but when he met Shang Tang Qian's dark eyes, he had no other thoughts.

This slap is not something he can dodge if he wants to.

Fortunately, it was just a slap.

"Good, good, good."

He still smiled humbly, then turned his face, and pointed his right cheek directly at Tang Gan, "This way you can fight better."

"Hehe~"

Seeing him like this, Tang Gan laughed louder and his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, "Hahahahahaha!"

This made Yingbin brother a little relieved, he thought he was making Tang Gan happy.

But only a second later.

There was another dull applause.

Snapped!
His other cheek was also slightly swollen.

He looked at Tang Gan with a puzzled look, but when he saw it, he sneered and added, "What a clown."

Tang Gan reached out to take back the car keys, completely ignoring his thoughts.

After finding his car, Tang Gan stepped on the gas pedal regardless of how drunk he was.

The red sports car sped out and passed through most of the city.

Relying on what little reason he had left, Tang Gan drove back to his single-family villa.

Turn off the engine, get out of the car.

The feeling of vomiting rising in his stomach forced him to lean against the wall.

Boom boom boom.

Hearing the sound of motors in the distance, Tang Gan raised his head subconsciously.