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Chapter 271 Yuan Mingzhu

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    Yang Xiao's marriage proposal was successful, because when Matisse who lived next to him heard the noise and rushed over, he just witnessed the whole process of Yang Xiao putting the diamond ring on Murong Hanling's left ring finger.

    Seeing Murong Hanling smile through his tears, and the sweetness in the eyes of the two, Matisse knew that he was completely out of the game.  He turned around dejectedly and left quietly.

    ? That night, the two of them, who had been in a long drought and met nectar, entangled and tossed all night.  The constant ambiguous voices made Shang Li who lived in another room flushed and couldn't fall asleep, so she ran out of the apartment on tiptoe and invited Matisse, who was in a bad mood, to go to a nightclub to get drunk.

    But where did Matisse, who had a crush on him die without a cause, go to get drunk?  He's back to his slutty ways, wandering around nightclubs.  There is only one purpose - hunting beauty.

    I have been obsessed with Murong Hanling for so long, but I haven't even gotten a single smile from her.  Now, the goddess is married, but the groom is not him.  This kind of misery can only be experienced by those involved.

    Therefore, he wanted to let go, and wanted to find a woman to commemorate his bitter love, so that he could temporarily forget the pain in his heart.

    After lingering for a long time among the piles of women with heavy makeup and coquettish eyes, Matisse still couldn't find a woman who could interest him.

    In my mind, I always inadvertently compare these vulgar fans with the elegant, refined and eccentric Murong Hanling, and naturally there is nothing that catches the eye.

    Just when Matisse was drunk and was about to return with Shang Li without success, he suddenly saw a little girl in a high school uniform walking into the nightclub.

    The unpainted face and distinctive attire immediately attracted many seductive men in uniforms to flock to her, and the little girl was so frightened that she repeatedly explained: "I'm sorry, I'm here to find my boyfriend"

    The girl was at a loss as to what to do with the perverts who slapped her face and wanted to buy her a drink, while looking around, trying to find the boyfriend who had ignored her for many days.

    When she saw the man talking and laughing with an enchanting woman in the corner of the nightclub, the girl burst into tears.

    The girl pushed away the crowd surrounding her and rushed to the man: "Brother Peng, why didn't you answer my call?"

    Looking up and seeing the girl, Du Zhanpeng was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of disgust: "How did you find this place? Is this where you should come? Get out!"

    "Who is she?" The girl pointed to the woman in Du Zhanpeng's arms. Apart from anger, there was also deep inferiority complex on her face.

    "Her name is Hu Mengxi, and she is my woman." Du Zhanpeng hugged the woman in his arms tighter, looked at the girl with raised eyebrows, and deliberately mocked, "Yan Ying, how can you compare to her? How dare you come here to make trouble?  We're done, don't bother me anymore."

    "Brother Peng, Iyou" Yan Ying crumpled up a piece of paper that she wanted to show Du Zhanpeng, stuffed it into the pocket of her coat, picked up the wine from the bar and poured it on the two of them.

    Hu Mengxi screamed, stood up, grabbed Yan Ying's wrist, raised her other hand and grabbed Yan Ying's cheek: "Little bitch, dare to splash me? See if I don't scratch your face!"  "

    Just when the claws painted with red nail polish were about to catch Yan Ying's face, a big palm suddenly appeared and grabbed Hu Mengxi's hand like iron tongs.

    The severe pain from her wrist made Hu Mengxi scream again.  Du Zhanpeng stood up quickly, picked up the wine bottle on the table and wanted to throw it at the nosy Matisse.

    "Friend, I think you'd better take your woman and leave!" Shang Li blocked Du Zhanpeng's waving hand with great speed, and easily snatched the empty wine bottle from his hand.

    "Yes I'm sorry!" Du Zhanpeng looked down at the cold stabbing pain coming from his waist, and was so frightened that he couldn't speak fluently, "I let's go now!"

    Shang Li flipped his wrist, and half of the sharp triangular thorn returned to the leather pouch inside his arm. He played with the empty wine bottle in his hand, and looked at Mathis with a smile: "Don't bully women, isn't this your consistent belief?  ?¡±

    Matisse glared at Hu Mengxi, who was already pale with pain, and let go: "Get out!"

    "Brother Peng, they bullied me, you have to make the decision for me!" As soon as she was free, Hu Mengxi threw herself into Du Zhanpeng's arms, crying.

    "Shut up, let's go!" Du Zhanpeng didn't dare to talk nonsense, he nodded and bowed to Shangli in a fawning manner, and then pulled Hu Mengxi to escape like flying.

    It wasn't until he ran a long way and saw that no one was chasing him that Du Zhanpeng sat down on the ground and panted heavily: Oh my god!  It can be said that I walked through the gate of hell just now.

    Fortunately, those two characters who came out of nowhere were not angered!  This **** with a triangle army thorn and a gun in his waist, is he a playboy who can provoke him?

    &A small apartment of about 40 square meters, although small, has everything you need, including a lot of furniture and home appliances for life.  There are unique small decorations everywhere in the house, and it can be seen that the hostess spent a lot of thought on this.

    "Honey, did you remember anything?" When the excitement in her heart faded, Yang Xiao's nerves also tensed up.  If Murong Hanling really remembered everything and the merciless harm he had done to her, would he leave again?

    "Why don't we go back first!" Yang Xiao retreated, "Now that we know this place, we can come here at any time in the future."

    "Okay! Let's go!" Seeing the picture of himself embracing a strange man in the framed photo on the TV cabinet, Murong Hanling's heart ached.

    She tried her best to recall, but she couldn't remember who this man was.  She was suddenly very scared, afraid to recall, afraid that the happiness she just had would be broken again.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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