Chapter 1689 Cai Meier

The door of the box on the second floor was not closed, and he saw Cai Meier sitting in the chair at a glance.

That look, that body. . . Tsk tsk tsk, not to mention giving a thousand dollars, he would be willing to let him repay the money.

The yellow-haired youth pointed to Cai Mei'er in the room and asked, "Is that her?"

The smile on Chu Yan's face was even stronger: "It's her."

The yellow-haired youth went in without saying a word, his eyes greedily going back and forth in front of Cai Mei'er's chest.

Before Cai Meier could say anything in a hurry, the young man pulled and pulled his body onto his back.

As soon as her two balls of softness pressed against the guy's back, the guy let out a sickening groan.

Then two greasy hands grabbed her thighs and touched the base of her legs.

Cai Mei'er screamed and pushed the young man away, trembling with anger.

The young man smiled wickedly: "This is sober up? If you haven't woken up yet, I can take you outside for a taxi or go to the hotel." Then he rubbed his hands together, as if he was nostalgic for the softness he just touched.

"Get out, get out of here~" Cai Mei'er was so angry that she wanted to scold her, but Chu Yan was here and she couldn't scold her.

The young man smiled and said: "Why is the beauty so angry? I just wanted to help you, and I didn't do anything to you!"

Seeing that the young man didn't want to leave, Cai Mei'er was afraid that he would do something to her again, and Chu Yan obviously didn't intend to care about her, and staying here would be a humiliation. self-esteem.

Cai Mei'er glared at the young man, stepped on high heels and left.

Seeing that Cai Meier had been sent away, Chu Yan's mood improved a lot. He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Zhi'er still didn't reply to him. He sighed, stuffed the mobile phone back into his pocket, and went downstairs to leave.

As soon as he walked down the stairs, the yellow-haired youth chased after him and reached out to him to ask for money: "You want to leave without paying a thousand yuan?"

Chu Yan stopped and raised his brows slightly: "What have you done? I want to give you money?"

"Come out with that beauty, one thousand yuan, didn't you say?"

"Have you carried it out?" Chu Yan asked.

The yellow-haired youth smiled and said, "Although I didn't memorize it, but I did, you still have to pay."

"Why?" Chu Yan took a step back. Only in this way could he see the person in front of him clearly. After all, the other person was too short, and when he stood close, he could only see the top of his head.

The yellow-haired youth said: "What you said yourself will naturally count."

Chu Yan smiled lightly: "I remember you also said that you don't need money for carrying beautiful women. Why, what you say doesn't count?"

The yellow-haired youth was a little annoyed, and his voice was a little deeper: "Don't talk nonsense with me, if you don't give money today, you won't even want to walk out of this door."

The proprietress on the side saw this, and she scolded Huang Mao ten thousand times in her heart. It was obvious that she wanted to extort money. If you want to make trouble, don't go to her store to make trouble. Who will pay for breaking things?

As soon as Huang Mao's words fell, several of his companions dropped the strings in their hands and stood up.

Huang Mao sneered: "It's not about a thousand dollars now. We have five brothers, each of whom is two thousand, and you won't be able to get out of this door if you lose one point."

"Really?" Chu Yan twisted his neck and shrugged. He hadn't practiced for several days, so he just took this opportunity to loosen his muscles.

He took off the black suit and threw it casually. The suit was placed lightly and skillfully on the wooden chair a dozen meters away from him.

"Let's go together, save time." He lowered his head and unbuttoned his cuffs, not even giving them a straight eye.