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His bar?

Yan Zirong's grip softened, but she soon tightened her fist.

This man had a steady and dignified demeanor. No matter how one looked at him, he didn't seem like the master of "Sweeping the World".

In her imagination, a person who could open such a bar was either bulky or sinister. At the very least, they had to have a sort of hostility.

This man, however, was neither.

Most importantly, he was very clean.

It allowed him to exude an invisible yet fatal attraction from the inside to the outside, luring people to want to see what was going on.

But she was not attracted. After Liu Yun, she no longer had any hope for any man in the world.

Yan Zirong laughed, and stared into the eyes of the man in front of her, saying shamelessly, "Your bar? "Then I'll smash your bar, and you can tell me what to do."

It looked like a broken pot.

The moment the words left his mouth, the attendants who were standing not far away all sucked in a breath of cold air.

Everyone who worked in the bar knew that Boss Qiao had always had a principled personality. He was unwavering in what he said and he was not a good person. Everyone looked at each other with different thoughts in their minds.

The boss had come once with great difficulty, but the moment he arrived, he would run into a beautiful woman who was acting like a scoundrel. He did not know if this was a blessing or a curse.

Yan Zirong turned a deaf ear to the reactions of the bystanders as she lifted her eyelids and looked at him.

Perhaps it was because her attitude was too indifferent, but Qiao Zi'an added another 20% of strength to his grip, causing his originally cold voice to become even colder. There was a smile in his eyes, but it was not a smile. He slowly said word by word, "Do you think that I won't dare to do anything to you?"

The voice seemed to emit an eerie cold aura, and the expression in his eyes was as cold as shattered ice.

This man was not as gentle and humble as he looked on the surface.

Yan Zirong couldn't help but shiver slightly. She wanted to retreat, but her wrist was grabbed and she couldn't move it.

She rolled her eyes slightly and quickly calmed herself down, "Big Boss, you're not happy about my offer to compensate me, but now that you want to leave, you won't even let me." Now that I have let you decide directly, it makes you unhappy? "

She, who was always weak, was actually able to keep her cool and engage in a conversation with a powerful man. Furthermore, her words weren't even in the slightest bit of a disadvantageous position.

Qiao Zi'an was stunned by her reaction.

Generally speaking, in front of people who were much stronger than him, should he not wag his tail and beg for mercy in order to gain the chance to escape?

He reached out with his other hand and patted her cheek. "Don't ask me?"

Yan Zirong could only feel the alcohol in her brain surging as her hand was pinched painfully by him. Annoying feelings surged up her head in a myriad of directions. "Please, will you let me go?"

"Maybe …" I'll think about it. " The corner of Qiao Zi'an's mouth raised, seeing her reaction.

Yan Zirong carefully examined his expression, as if trying to discern the truth of his words from his expression.

Right now, there was nothing on her that could prove her identity. If she were to fall into his hands, wouldn't she be under his control?

For a bar of such a large scale, detention was considered a light punishment. Although she didn't want to, she had to admit that she didn't want to go to jail. It would only take a minute for such a dark and gloomy life to drive one insane. Just thinking about it felt like years.

After all, it was an impulse. Now, the courage to rely on alcohol to build up decreased again. When the alcohol came out of his pores, it instantly turned into cold sweat. His clothes were all wet on his back, making him feel very uncomfortable.

Although he wasn't sure if this man's words were trustworthy, but if he followed a man's words, then … Yan Zirong imagined her life in prison, and after a long hesitation, she decided to give it her all.

She bit her lips tightly, but she still could not get her face to say the word "beg". Hence, she could only change the way she said it, her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, "I'm sorry, but can you please stop bickering with me?"

As she said this, she could almost hear her pride exploding on the floor.

There was nothing she could do. No one would come to her rescue.

Seeing this reversal, the onlookers in the crowd burst into laughter from time to time. Yan Zirong pretended not to hear him.

"I thought there would be a surprise... I didn't expect him to be such a soft persimmon. " Qiao Zi'an thought she would be able to hold on for a while longer. He didn't expect her to submit so quickly. It was rather boring.

In such a public place, with so many people listening to his promise, he couldn't go back on his words. He could only stretch out two fingers and pinch her cheek in a somewhat boring manner.

It was originally a joke, but it instantly stabbed into Yan Zirong's sore spot.

Submissive Acceptance... "Yes, it was because she was so submissive that she had to suffer so much in her husband's house that her parents couldn't even hold their heads up at the party.

She glared at him, and with sudden ferocity, she turned her head to bite at his hand that was resting on her cheek!

Qiao Zi'an didn't expect her to suddenly make a move, but he had been reacting to her all his life. He moved his hand to the side, barely dodging her overconfident attack, and then pinched her jaw.

Her chin was sharp and thin. He used 50% of his strength to look at that beautiful face which was slightly distorted in his hands, gritting his teeth, "This is probably one of the few resistance in your life, right?"

The woman in his hand glared at him. It seemed as if she really wanted to skin him alive and devour him.

Her eyes were very dark, unlike the slightly yellowish color of the other Asians, like the unending night outside the window.

A woman with such eyes should have been wise and alert... Qiao Zi'an sighed in his heart and felt that it was a pity that he had such good skin.

When he said those words, he had thought that this woman would go crazy again and rush towards him in a futile attempt to hit him. However, after waiting for a long time, nothing happened. Even the resistance he felt from his palms gradually weakened.

No more fighting? Could it be that the explosion from earlier had exhausted her strength?

Qiao Zi'an looked down and saw that the woman's eyes, which had originally been filled with hatred, were now filled with water. Her eyes were red, but she tried very hard not to cry.

He had to admit that beautiful women were beautiful when they felt sad.

But he was always upset when he saw a woman crying. Qiao Zi'an's thick eyebrows were scrunched into the shape of a "chuan". He threw her hand away in disgust and patted himself clean of the non-existent dust before walking upstairs.

"Throw her out."

That's it?

The waiters watching from the sidelines were all at a loss.

Boss Qi had called his brothers from the underworld here to beat someone up until he couldn't get out of bed for half a month. Then, he had to run over to apologize to everyone in the restaurant.

It seemed like the treatment of beautiful women was really different …

Everyone looked at each other in tacit understanding. The boss' order could not be disobeyed. Several people stepped forward with tacit understanding and walked up to Yan Zirong, who still had unstable footsteps, and held her up.

Qiao Zi'an walked up to Shen Qu, who was watching the show, and heard a woman's angry voice from behind him, "Let go of me! I can walk by myself! "

"Tsk tsk." Shen Qu had been watching the show upstairs with his arms crossed. At this moment, he passed a glass of wine to Qiao Zi'an with a face full of pity and ridicule, "You really aren't gentle with women …" Zi'an, it's okay if I say you're not interested, but give it to me. It's such a waste to just throw it away. "

Qiao Zi'an took the cup and took a sip. He didn't look back to see how the situation was going downstairs.

They clinked cups in the air, his voice low and casual, "I don't know when you got so hungry …" It's just a boneless woman, what's the smell? "