Chapter 1670: Promise Yourself (2)

"It doesn't look good."

An Ziqi nodded, completely forgetting that she had planned to curse just now.

The man in blue was amused by her reaction, and his confused look was so cute.

Xiao Yimo had a black line on her forehead. She felt that if she didn't stop it, her little white rabbit sister-in-law might be seduced away.

He coughed, stepped forward and pulled the person back to his seat, "Just take a look at these little fresh meats. Each one is weaker than the other. They are all useless. They are far behind my brother. Don't look at them. ”

"That's natural. My husband is naturally the best." An Ziqi said proudly.

Of course, her vision in choosing a husband was first-class. As for the bastard things Xiao Moli did in the past, she had already selectively forgotten them.

Xiao Yimo gave her a roll of his eyes. An Ziqi was definitely his brother's biggest fan. She was worried about it for nothing.

"That's enough, that's enough. Stop showing off your affection here. Keep these things back and tell my brother."

…

While the two were making trouble, a drumbeat sounded from downstairs.

An Ziqi raised her eyes and looked downstairs at the hall.

I saw a few pieces of gauze hanging from the roof at some point in the center of the stage. A woman wearing a red dance dress, her face covered with gauze, stood in the middle of the gauze tent, dancing to the sound of drums.

The clothes on her body fluttered with her dancing movements, like a butterfly dancing in the veil.

As she danced with every step, her feet left little red marks.

After the dance was over, the hanging gauze instantly fell down, revealing the woman in red underneath.

And the imprint of her steps just formed a gorgeous red lotus.

There were cheers in the hall, and An Ziqi also applauded in the box upstairs.

The woman in red bent down to thank everyone and prepared to leave the stage.

"Wait a minute."

A voice suddenly rang out, and An Ziqi looked towards the place where the sound came from.

It was the sound made by the oily man I saw just now.

"Master, what are your orders?" Upon hearing his voice, a waiter immediately came forward from one side of the hall and asked respectfully.

The fat man pointed at the woman on the stage and said, "I want her to come down and accompany me."

"I'm sorry, Miss Ling'er is just here to perform at the teahouse and won't accompany the guests. Please forgive me." The waiter replied politely.

"What, are you looking down on me?" the oily man shouted arrogantly.

He took out a stack of banknotes from his body and threw them towards the waiter.

"I have plenty of money. Let her come down quickly."

"Master, I really can't do that." The waiter refused with some embarrassment.

"No one dares to say no to anyone I like." The greasy-headed man snorted coldly.

"Since you are toasting and refusing to eat, then don't blame me for making you drink as a penalty."

After saying that, he waved to the people behind him, and those people immediately rushed onto the stage, and regardless of Ling'er's struggle, they took the person down with all their might.

"Master, I've brought it down for you."

The greasy-haired man looked at the woman in gauze in front of him, smiled with satisfaction, then stretched out his hand to pull off the veil from her face, and touched her smooth face.

"Baby, stay with me tonight, all this money is yours."

"Go away, don't touch me, I don't want your money." Ling'er struggled desperately.

However, her strength is not comparable to those men, so it is useless.