Bawanghua is Ling Zihai's personal bodyguard, and not many people can handle it with one hand.

Either Ye Fan would risk drinking this bottle of strong vodka, or his hands would be in pain for the rest of his life.

It’s just a matter of how to choose, Ye Fan will still have to shed his skin even if he doesn’t die.

"You also serve wine with your meal? Your restaurant is really good."

Before Ye Fan could respond, Youyou raised his head from the pile of food and spit out a bone:

"It's just that we don't drink. Can we give you some meat?"

"You are so beautiful, did you get it from the restaurant as a gift?"

"I heard from my senior brothers that you can touch the ladies in the restaurant at will."

Nangong Youyou burst out with a bunch of words, and then her greasy hand quickly hit Zheliu's heart.

After grabbing a handful, she leaned back in her chair and shouted:

"Yeah, it's not bad. It's quite big. Is it real?"

"But even if it's true, I will definitely be bigger than you when I grow up."

Nangong Youyou also deliberately raised her head and chest.

Ye Fan almost spit out the drink in his mouth.

Zhe Liu Deng took two steps back, looking extremely embarrassed and angry:

"Damn girl, you are so arrogant to me, you are looking for death!"

After the words fell, she took another step forward and grabbed Nangong Youyou's neck with her fingers.

The momentum is amazing.

"when--"

At this moment, the door to the herringbone room opened, and a token flew out.

With a crisp sound, it was nailed directly to the wooden pillar in the hall.

Three points into the wood, buzzing.

The token is black and sharp, with the dragon and phoenix flying in the shape of leaf on the front, giving it an indescribable domineering look.

Then a voice without much emotion came out indifferently: "I'm covering this situation."
Chapter completed!