Don't associate with local tyrants

15 minutes later, Nanfeng got out of the car and trotted to the entrance of the Madman Hall. The army green off-road vehicle was cool enough and parked aggressively enough, but there was really no need to leisurely report the license plate number.

However, the question is, what about his people?

Nanfeng suddenly became a little angry, took a deep breath, tried not to recall the words of his roommate Xiao Zhu, leaned against the car and frowned and looked towards the main entrance of the bar.

But it's really strange, so proud young master Mo, what to do in these low-class places.

After waiting for only two or three minutes, Nanfeng couldn't stand anymore, and walked quickly to the entrance of the Hall of Madness.

He walks very upright. Even if he is not in the military area, his straight back with high nose and deep-eyed wheat-colored muscles also reveals a youthful masculinity. Before entering the bar, there are two makeups, a man and a woman. A rather coquettish waiter greeted him, "Sir, do you need any service?"

Nanfeng can handle all kinds of big scenes freely, but it is true that he is so tall and has never seen any Internet cafes in Dalian, let alone this kind of battle. He repeatedly refused, "No, no need, I am here to find someone. Hmm ...A very fair and tender boy with a baby face and good looks. But..."

"How about it? Mister, why don't you describe the height of the person you want to find, is he as tall as me?"

A fair-skinned and beautiful young man came from behind, who seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. When the two people saw their top card coming, they also left in a hurry.

Nan Feng was stunned, how high is it?He has never seen Young Master Mo standing up, and he really doesn't know how tall he is, but 1.8 meters is still a little bit, so he hesitated and said, "No, it should be more than that," Nanfeng compared himself "It should be this high."

The young man's complexion changed slightly. He is indeed not tall, but he thinks that being tall is not an advantage in this line of work. "Really, sir, are you sure? Why don't you take a look again." As he spoke, the young man stepped forward a few steps, and the whole body Everyone seems to be posting it.

"I'm sure he's not looking for you, get the hell out of here."

A leisurely voice mixed with the smell of alcohol and anger suddenly came from behind the young man, frightening the already unsteady young man to stagger, he was choked by the smell of his perfume before being caught by the south wind, and reflexively took a step to the side , the boy fell straight forward.

Nanfeng stretched out his hand to give him a hand, but leisurely grabbed his wrist and walked towards the car.

Nan Feng couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic to the waiter who fell face down on the ground, and silently finished the sentence that was interrupted before, "It's just that he has a bad temper."

Nanfeng turned his head and made a secret gesture, and sure enough, it was on the tip of his nose.But it was only now that Nanfeng noticed that something was wrong with Youran, he kept arching his back slightly, and kept pressing his right hand on his abdomen.

Nan Fengwu stopped in his footsteps, and leisurely, who was caught off guard, staggered back a few steps and bumped into Nan Feng.

Nanfeng frowned irritated by the strong smell of alcohol, and turned him around before he could react in a daze. There were not many people on the street, and Nanfeng, who grew up in the military area, never cared about these details. With one stroke, the hem of the leisurely shirt was lifted.

Sure enough, a large bruise spread out on her white abdomen was very eye-catching. The night wind in September brought some coolness. After Youran drank again, Nanfeng first gave Youran the coat that had been hanging in her arms Put it on, and then check him up and down habitually, but fortunately there are no other injuries.

After checking his ankle, Nan Feng was about to get up when a drop of warm liquid fell on his face. Before Nan Feng could react, the second and third drops followed... Xia Nanfeng was completely stunned on the spot.

After confirming again and again, Nan Feng was able to confirm that Young Master Mo was really drunk, tears fell as if he didn't want money, he bit his lower lip and puffed his mouth so wronged.

Nanfeng didn't want to see other people cry when he was young, but Youran was the most wronged when he cried since he was a child, he felt a little inexplicably distressed at once, and took a small step forward to get close to him, stroking Youran's back one after another.

Youran had just had a fight with someone, and now she was tired from crying, so she took advantage of the situation and leaned on Nanfeng's left shoulder, rubbing her tears and snot all over Nanfeng's sympathetic shirt.

This scene seemed very familiar, Nan Feng shook his head lightly, trying not to think about the funeral more than ten years ago, how could a little girl crying in a corner be the arrogant and domineering Young Master Mo.

Hearing the sobbing sound on the shoulders gradually subsided, but the weight on the shoulders increased, Nan Feng supported Youran's slightly sliding body, and lightly hugged him horizontally.

Youran is actually not light. Although he looks thin, he still exercises at ordinary times. At least he weighs about 130 kilograms, but Nanfeng doesn't feel tired at all while holding him.

At this time, opening the door undoubtedly became a technical job. Nanfeng put him down on the ground, supported him with his left hand, and took out the key from his belt with his right hand.

After Wei Youran fastened his seat belt, Nanfeng held on to the car door and got into trouble. He didn't have a driver's license, so he shouldn't be driving. Once he was caught with his current situation, if he didn't go home obediently, the newspaper headlines would be the next day. He can guess what to write.

What's more, he has no idea where this young master lives, the dormitory?Or is there an apartment out there?

Weighing the pros and cons, Nan Feng squatted down slightly, patted Youran's side face, and said softly, "Master Mo? President? Wake up. Do you know where you live?"

You Ran tilted her head uncomfortably, and after being straightened by Nan Feng, she narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Nan Feng in front of her, as if she was still drunk, she stretched out her hand to touch Nan Feng's face, and murmured in disbelief He muttered, "Bei...brother?"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to mutter something again and fell asleep again. Nanfeng opened his eyes wide and couldn't hear clearly, but it didn't matter anymore. Such a dandy young master.

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