Chapter 1239: Honeymoon【3】

"Mr. Lin, first, I am not familiar with you. Second, this is my job. Please don't use such nasty thoughts to guess me. Third, please leave. You disturbed my guests. "
Mr. Lin opened the door at once and walked in front of Li Qingcang. He let out a cold voice, turned his head and looked at Nian Yufeng.
"Did you reject me because of this man?"
Nian Yufeng suppressed his anger, and whispered, "Can you stop splattering?"
With drunk red eyes, Mr. Lin looked at Nian Yufeng, playing with Nian Yufeng’s cup in his hand, and whispered,
Nian Yufeng, don’t give you a face, you shameless, you know, you can Marry me, that is your blessing, understand?"
"Sorry, you are such a blessing, I don't want it."
Nian Yufeng said a little sorry to Ye Tianxin and Li Qingcang.
"Sorry, I may not be able to dine with the two of you today. I have to deal with some personal matters. I hope Miss Ye will forgive me if I am rude."
Responsible for receiving Ye Tianxin is Nian Yufeng's job. Nian Yufeng didn't expect that this man would be entangled to such a degree. She only kissed once, so why did she get involved in the marriage?
"be careful."
Ye Tianxin looked at the man who had already red eyes and squeezed a sweat for Nian Yufeng.
Encountering this kind of drunk, it was really mildew for eight lifetimes.
"Thank you."
Nian Yufeng stretched out his hand and wanted to go to Mr. Lalin. Mr. Lin threw away Nian Yufeng's hand.
"Why? Just defend your wild man like that?"
Nian Yufeng was extremely angry and slapped Mr. Lin on the face.
"Get out! Get out! Go!"
Mr. Lin was stunned. He was slapped in front of so many people. It didn't feel very good...
Mr. Lin was very angry, and rushed to Nian Yufeng, he slapped his hand, trying to hit this bitch.
He fell in love with her, and that was her blessing.
Is she still there?
What kind of rubbish, bitch?
What virtue!
Li Qingcang, who had been sitting there without speaking, suddenly stretched out his hand like lightning and pinched Mr. Lin's wrist.
The palm of Mr. Lin's raised hand felt like it was clamped by a pair of iron tongs. It has been volleying, and can't move.
"Who are you special? Nosy! Let me go! Hurry up!"
Li Qingcang's hands are very long, and his hand holding Mr. Lin is like a chicken paw.
"My grass, you are so special, don't you know who I am?"
This is like the usual lines of the villain in the movie.
A trace of impatience appeared on Li Qingcang's stern face, holding Mr. Lin's wrist, bit by bit towards the tumbling hot pot oil soup.
However, he was still sitting lazily in a chair, noble and elegant incompatible with this noisy hot pot restaurant.
"My grass!!"
Mr. Lin's fingertips are about to be cooked in the red oil in the copper pot.
"Miss Ye, this..."
Ye Tianxin gave her a "hush", her slender fingers were erected between her cherry lips, her fair skin exuded a sense of holiness under the warm light, making people unable to look away.
"what!!!"
Mr. Lin suddenly screamed.
Li Qingcang's fingers were slowly pressed into the pot of red oil.
He screamed in pain instantly.
Ahhhhh...
It hurts.
It really hurts.
"roll!"