The boss of the apocalypse travels back to the 1970s with space

From an angle where Xia Meng couldn't see, Feng Mo looked distressed.

This is the cash cow he just found!!!

Damn Fan Shaodong, he deserves to die!

Feng Mo certainly didn't want Xia Meng to accompany Fan Shaodong, but he had no choice.

In "Dynasty", Fan Shaodong is the prince, and no one dares to refute him.

Moreover, perhaps Fan Shaodong was spoiled by his family and has a very bad temper. If anyone does not follow his wishes, he will be like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, ready to attack at any time, waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.

If Fan Shaodong had no ability and no background, he would be even more unscrupulous. It would not be the first time for him to kill someone.

Except for those young masters whose family background and status were similar to his, Fan Shaodong looked down upon everyone whose family background was lower than his equally, thinking that those people were just cattle and horses, cattle and horses to be driven by his family.

Fan Shaodong can do whatever he wants in "Dynasty", but with Fan Wei around, no one dares to touch him.

Of course, Fan Shaodong is not crazy to everyone. He can greet with a smile and even flatter and please those who have a higher family background and status than him.

Feng Mo brought Xia Meng to the private room where Fan Shaodong was, at the innermost corner. Although the soundproofing of the room was very good, the noise inside could still be heard faintly.

Feng Mo's face didn't look good. He glanced at Xia Meng and sighed imperceptibly.

"Okay, Mr. Fan is inside, go in."

Xia Meng bit her lip lightly, pretending to be afraid and reluctant.

"Brother Feng, how about...you come in with me?"

Feng Mo was silent for a moment, then he pulled the corner of his mouth and said to Xia Meng,

"Xue'er, you don't know Mr. Fan. He didn't ask me to go in. If I went in without permission, he would be very unhappy. Just... don't make things difficult for your brother Feng."

Feng Mo showed a smile on his face that was uglier than crying.

Xia Meng took a deep breath and looked at Feng Mo with some nostalgia.

"Brother Feng, I'm going in."

Feng Mo turned his head away as if he couldn't bear it.

"Well, you... go in."

Feng Mo even considerately helped Xia Meng open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, the noise inside could no longer be blocked and poured out like a torrent. Some people were singing heart-wrenchingly with the microphone, and some were twisting their bodies like snakes.

Some people were sitting on the sofa drinking silently, while others were having sex.

Some people were playing finger-guessing games loudly. If you lose, you don't drink, but take off your clothes...

Xia Meng closed her eyes and saw a picture of demons dancing wildly.

The presence of such a big living person like Xia Meng naturally attracted some people's attention.

When people saw Xia Meng's appearance, some eyes were fixed on her.

Xia Meng looked around the venue and saw Fan Shaodong sitting in the corner.

Fan Shaodong had just finished, and when he saw Xia Meng, he stood up, put on his pants, and kicked away the woman squatting in front of him.

The woman was kicked to the ground, but she didn't even utter a scream.

Fan Shaodong walked up to Xia Meng and put his arm around her shoulders. Xia Meng lowered her head in pretending to be afraid, but in fact she was trying to cover her eyes from cursing. Damn it, his hands were so dirty, he must not get anything weird on her.

Fan Shaodong hugged Xia Meng and said to the people around him as if to show off,

"My people!" He pointed at the people around him.

"Don't worry about it!"

"Wait until I get tired of playing."