Chapter 412: tear clothes

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Huo Shen has nothing to eat at all. The cooks here must be inferior to his private chef, and the taste is not much better.
He came here today, but he only knew that An Xiaowan was eating with other men here.
Knowing his thoughts, Lotsuke responded and ordered a few copies at random according to Huo Shen's daily taste.
Next door, very quiet.
The conversation should be very quiet, so they can't hear it.
Lott stood at the door, thought for a moment, and went out.
The door of the box next door was tightly closed.
At the door, two waiters stood on both sides, waiting for the call.
Inside, after hearing the tempting words of Lan Ningjue, An Xiaowan raised his eyebrows and chuckled, quickly moving his hands away.
But just wanting to speak, she accidentally touched the cup at hand.
The cup fell to the ground suddenly, with a clatter, it was broken into pieces.
An Xiaowan whispered, feeling as if debris had scratched his ankle.
Lan Ningjue also exclaimed, and then immediately opened the chair. Before An Xiaowan could react, she bent down and squeezed her foot gently to check the wound on her ankle.
"Little evening, you bleed!"
Lan Ningjue's face was anxious, but he jumped up suddenly, took off his shirt, and then teared it out with exaggeration.
With a "stab", his shirt was torn apart by him.
He quickly removed the torn cloth and bent over again, trying to bind the cloth to An Xiaoye's injured ankle.
An Xiaowan seemed to be scared, and quickly hurried back three steps.
This retreated a little, and my head hit the wall all at once.
She was dizzy and squatted down with her head covered, her face bitter.
God, what sin did she suffer!
After arriving here, An Xiaowan also started to be irritable.
Can't bear it!
"Small night!" Lan Ningjue narrowed her eyes and saw her hit her head again, so she quickly walked over and tried to rub her head for her.
At the same time, while hearing that the cup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, Luo Tezhu quickly rushed into Huo Shen's box and hurriedly reported: "There seems to be something wrong in the room, there is a sound of glass breaking. !"
Huo Shen in the box has stood up.
His hearing was sensitive, and he had heard the strange sound as soon as the cup fell to the ground.
Without saying a word, Huo Shen directly opened a pair of proud long legs and walked towards the next box with a cold air.
As soon as he stepped out of the box, he heard a male voice shouting next door: Little evening! You are bleeding!
bleed?
How can it bleed?
Huo Shen's heart suddenly tightened.
His ink-stained pupils squeezed, and in an instant, there was a terrible cold all over his body.
Immediately before they even reached the door of their box, they heard the male voice exclaiming again, "Small night!"
A bite and a little night, it's still a strange intimacy.
It's really annoying.
Huo Shen's face, as dark as the bottom of the pot, was suddenly covered with dark clouds.
However, this sound sounds familiar.
Stepping forward to the door of the box, Huo Shen raised his hand and touched the doorknob.
However, at the moment when the door was about to be unscrewed, there was a clear voice from An Xiaowan.
There was irritability in her voice, and the momentum of being unbearable and unbearable.
Hearing her words, Huo Shen's movement to open the door suddenly stopped. Even the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising quietly.