President Husband, it's too sweet

In the toilet, Wen Yan was soft as if he had no bones, leaning on Rong Yang like a lazy cat, "Help me."

Rong Yang rubbed Wen Yan's head, no matter how he looked like a child, seeing Wen Yan's red face full of drunkenness, Rong Yang shook his head helplessly.

He stretched out his hand to unzip Wen Yan's pants, then said with a smile on his lips, "Do you want me to pee in your arms?"

"Rogue, you try?" Wen Yan said without shame or impatience.

Rong Yang picked up Wen Yan with his backhand, "Hey, hey, I'm just talking!" Wen Yan doesn't want to be hugged to pee, and it's not a child of a certain age, what a shame.

After finishing the solution, Wen Yan hugged Rong Yang, put his head against Wen Yan, and with a bit of drunkenness, pouted his bright red lips and said: "Ayang, you don't know, the boss of Yuelai, every time he goes to Every time he has a meal, he will stuff me with people."

"The first time I put three women on my bed, and when I woke up, I saw the three women lying next to me. That scene was horrible."

"The second time I saw that I didn't like women, so I was stuffed with two men. When I was half asleep, I opened my eyes and found that one boy was undressing me, and the other boy was taking off my pants."

"Fortunately, I only took a sip or two a few times before, and I wasn't drunk, otherwise I would have fallen into his trap." So this is why Wen Yan specially brought Rong Yang here this time.

Rong Yang listened to Wen Yan's words, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Don't come to this kind of dinner in the future."

Wen Yan frowned, "I don't want to come either."

if you can.

In Rong Yang's heart, he remembered the boss of Yuelai.

Wen Yan rubbed his head against Rong Yang's arms, and all kinds of people were just passers-by to him.

The only one who can really hug him for a lifetime is Rong Yang.

Seeing that Wen Yan was almost drunk, Rong Yang said, "I'll take you back."

"Okay." Wen Yanzheng had this intention.

When he reached the entrance of the Jinting Hall, Wen Yan touched his bag, and then remembered, "A Yang, I left my car keys upstairs."

"I'll go up and get it." Rong Yang put Wen Yan in the hall, "Sit here obediently for a while, don't run around, and wait for me to come back."

"Yeah." Wen Yan nodded and sat on the sofa in the hall.

Wen Yan was already a little drunk, and his mind was in a daze. After Rong Yang left, he lowered his head and rubbed his temples.

At this time, a few women wearing uniform black clothes and stockings, with very seductive makeup, came over and sat in a row on the sofa not far from Wen Yan.

Several women looked at Wen Yan curiously, and someone tried to strike up a conversation.

Wen Yan waved his hand, indicating that he was not interested.

The Golden Court at night is the busiest time, and there is an endless stream of guests coming and going.

Mostly for fun.

Wen Yan originally wanted to lean on the sofa and squint for a while.

Suddenly at the gate, a middle-aged woman in luxurious clothes walked up to a young boy and slapped him.

The speed was so fast that no one around could react.

The middle-aged woman pushed the man back and kicked the man again.

"Bitch, mistress, you dare to seduce my husband, you're getting impatient, aren't you?"

Now the people around understood that it was the scene where the original partner was catching the mistress, so everyone stopped and prepared to watch the play. The crowd at the door instantly crowded, and the lobby manager rushed over to mediate.

The woman looked huge, much stronger than the boy. She was wearing an expensive mink fur and had domineering makeup on her face. She was about forty years old.

She was wearing heeled shoes and kicked the boy, who begged for mercy.

Several people in the lobby manager didn't dare to go up to persuade the fight, they were yelled at by the woman's aura, so they could only let her hit someone.

"Ma'am, it's not him, I've got the wrong person." After calling, a man came over from behind the woman and said hastily upon seeing this.

The surrounding onlookers saw that this was fun. The original partner came to beat the mistress, but they hit the wrong person.

The lady obviously didn't calm down, and she was extremely arrogant. Even if she hit the wrong person, she didn't apologize to the boy on the ground, but stared and asked loudly, "It's not him, who is that!"

"He looks like this." The man quickly handed the phone to the woman.

The woman glanced at her phone, then at the crowd around her fiercely.

Finally, his eyes fell on Wen Yan who was sitting on the sofa, his fat body was shaking, and he walked towards Wen Yan.

Feeling that the eyes of the surroundings were focused on him, Wen Yan raised his eyes, and saw the woman who beat someone just now was coming towards him in a menacing manner.

"Bring me your phone and compare it." The woman stared at Wen Yan for a few seconds, then shouted at the groveling man behind her.

The man obediently handed over the phone, and the middle-aged woman looked at the phone, and then compared Wen Yan's face.

Although Wen Yan was a little drunk, but his head was still very clear, he frowned and said, "You have mistaken the person."

Unexpectedly, the woman looked at Wen Yan and then at the phone, and gradually changed her expression, "It's you, little bitch, I've compared it this time, there can be no mistakes..." After finishing speaking, the woman came rushing , wanting to slap Wen Yan on the face like she slapped the boy before.

— Only strong hands clasped the woman's fat hands.

Wen Yan raised his head, it turned out to be Rong Yang, but luckily Rong Yang came in time, otherwise he might have been drunk, and he might not have been able to beat the middle-aged shrew in front of him whose waist was about as thick as a bucket.

"Rong Yang, you're back."

"Well," Rong Yang shook off the woman's hand, "what happened?"

"She got the wrong person."

Wen Yan didn't know what the photo on the phone looked like, but why was this woman so sure it was him?

The woman was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Rong Yang, and immediately became furious, "You two are together, bitch, how dare you get rid of me!"

The woman rushed over.

Perhaps because of the weight of his body, Wen Yan felt his whole body trembling.

Rong Yang frowned, raised his leg, and kicked the woman away.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" The man who had been following the woman saw this and hurried to help the woman up.

"Go away!" The woman got up, pushed the thin man away, furious, and pointed at Wen Yan and Rong Yang with her thick emerald-green fingers, angrily, " Do you know who I am? Dare to provoke me!"

"We don't know who you are." Wen Yan felt a little disappointed, "Ayang, let's go." "Want to go? Manager Wang, let me close the door and call the person in charge of Jinting out!" The woman said to The man behind shouted.

"Yes." Manager Wang nodded doggedly, ran to the lobby manager and whispered a few words, the lobby manager's face changed, and immediately sent someone to follow the middle-aged woman's words.

He closed the door, and even brought Jinting's bodyguards out to stop Wen Yan and Rong Yang.

"What are you doing?" Wen Yan frowned tightly.

"Want to run?" The middle-aged woman walked up to Wen Yan, "Catch him for me."

After hearing this, several bodyguards approached Wen Yan and Rong Yang.

However, they always underestimated Rong Yang. The bodyguards only looked at him as tall and burly, but they didn't have any real facts.

"Are you trash?" The woman shouted cursingly when she saw a few people being beaten up by Rong Yang alone.

"Ma'am, as I said, you have identified the wrong person, let us go now, otherwise..." Wen Yan chuckled, but he wanted to see what kind of background this woman had behind her.

"What else?" The woman insisted, "Without me today, you wouldn't be able to get out of this place."

Who knew that at this time, Rong Yang picked up Wen Yan, walked all the way to the gate, opened the door of the hall in front of the woman, and walked out.

Jinting's security guards didn't dare to stop Rong Yang, because the skill he showed just now was so handsome that they might not be able to beat him.

Wen Yan looked at the woman's face flushed with anger, and wanted to laugh a little, "Rong Yang, you are really talented."

"I shouldn't have left you alone just now." Rong Yang's tone was a bit self-blame, just now Wen Yan was left alone, if he had been two steps late, Wen Yan might have been kissed by Wen Yan. "You're right, you have to take me with you wherever you go in the future."

By the way, the hug was tighter.

It was not difficult for Rong Yang to hug Wen Yan, but at this moment, the woman just chased him out.

"Stop, I won't let you go today, the bitch seduced my husband, and he still has ambiguity with this little boy!" The woman pointed at Wen Yan's nose and cursed.

Wen Yan was really annoyed by this woman, he leaned into Rong Yang's ear, "A Yang, put me down."

Rong Yang glanced at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan nodded, "Don't worry."

At this time, Wen Yan was almost sober from the wine.

Still a little pretentious, he walked towards the middle-aged woman, "Why did you use a photo to confirm that I am your husband's mistress?"

Does the person in the photo resemble him?

Seeing that Wen Yan is not afraid of death, the middle-aged woman actually walked towards him. Isn't this a provocation?

She wanted to come over and beat Wen Yan, but Rong Yang who was behind Wen Yan grabbed her wrist.

"I advise you, it's best not to touch your hands." Wen Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

When the middle-aged woman saw Wen Yan sitting on the sofa with the group of women, she thought that Wen Yan was also the kind of wine accompaniment.

But when Wen Yan squinted his eyes slightly, after several years of washing and washing away the glitz in the mall, the aura left behind was not like what a boy who accompanied drinks should have.

Especially Wen Yan was still wearing formal clothes at this time.

The middle-aged woman couldn't help but look at Wen Yan more, as if thinking of something, "You, you are Wen Yan." Wen Yan smiled slowly, "So Ma'am, you know me."

"Yes, I'm sorry!" The middle-aged woman immediately froze like an eggplant beaten by frost.

The people around were dumbfounded. What's the situation? This woman came in with arrogance just now. Why is she bowing her knees and turning 180 degrees now?