Chapter 842: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (One Hundred and Five)

When she saw a decent vacant seat, she walked over directly.

"Are you new here? Don't know the rules?" Proan saw a girl in a white skirt enter the door and went straight to the side where there were few people, and suddenly looked in her direction suspiciously.

Feng Ling looked at him in a blink of an eye, and stood there with a downcast expression, not moving.

"Come and sit here." Proan patted a very small empty seat beside him.

Feng Ling walked over without hesitation. When he walked in front of him, he was about to sit down next to him, but his wrist suddenly tightened. Sitting on the sofa, the thin-looking man with yellow hair and shrewd and decisive eyes directly He pulled her onto his lap, and as soon as Feng Ling sat on his lap, the expression on his face remained unchanged, only when the other party was about to lift her chin to take a closer look, he quickly reached out and picked her up. The wine glass on the side coffee table, after pouring a glass of wine, fed it to his mouth, and said coquettishly: "Sir, drink~"

The warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms and the delicate voice instantly made Proan's bones brittle, and he was a little suspicious just now, but the natural fragrance emitted from the girl's body when she sat down, and this attractive figure, All of this prevented Proan from doing anything particularly sharp, but just drank the wine directly with her hand, and then rubbed her white and tender hands around.

Feng Ling kept a smile on his face.

However, just when Proan touched the two inconspicuous calluses on the palm of her hand that were slightly worn out due to years of training in holding guns, he immediately glanced at her eyes again, squeezed her hands and smiled Said: "Such a beautiful and delicate Mei'er, how can there be such a thing in her hand?"

Feng Ling didn't panic at all: "Sir, because I have no money at home, I have been helping my parents with housework and going out to do business since I was a child. I have touched too many things, so I have worn calluses. If it's money, how could it be possible to come out to be a hostess, sir, you won't dislike me just because I have it in my hands, right? If the family has money, who would go out to drink every night..."

"Really?" Proan looked at her always smiling eyes, put his hand through the white dress on her body, and stroked her soft and slender waist up little by little, almost reaching her chest When he was in the position, the smile on Feng Ling's face did not diminish at all, and before his hand was about to touch it, he turned around and poured a glass of wine again, taking advantage of the situation to avoid his groping hands, and then fed it to his mouth.

After feeding a few glasses back and forth like this, Proan didn't feel drunk at all, but asked Feng Ling to drink too, and even called Waiter to come in and deliver several stronger wines, pouring out a glass every time a bottle was opened Let Feng Ling taste it.

Feng Ling seldom drank alcohol, so of course he couldn't drink enough. One or two glasses of this kind of wine would probably overwhelm her.

After she barely drank a few glasses,

Her face was already blushing, but since she was the hostess, she would definitely be suspected of drinking too much. She took the opportunity to walk away from Proan's lap and sat next to him. While they were sitting in the box talking, , Trying to shake off the feeling of drunkenness, and remember all the content of their conversation in my heart.

About forty minutes later, Feng Ling's brain was almost unable to maintain such a waking state. When David and Proan talked about an important topic, Proan suddenly thought of her for some reason. While pouring the wine, he handed a full glass of wine to her: "Come, have another drink!"

Feng Ling looked at the glass of wine with "sober" eyes open, hesitated when he put it to his mouth, and put down the glass after taking a sip.

"I want to go to the bathroom first," she said.

Proan didn't stop her and looked at her: "Okay, I'm going too. The men's and women's restrooms are also on the way, so I'll go with you?"

Feng Ling nodded shyly, got up and walked out.

When walking side by side with Proan in the dimly lit corridor of the bar, her steps seemed to be steady, but she was still somewhat swaying. She finally reached the door of the bathroom, and before Proan turned around to explain to her, she hurried forward. After entering the women's washroom, she found a small door inside and quickly took out the anti-alcohol medicine that the bartender had prepared for her from the temporary small leather bag at hand. Without water, she stuffed it into her mouth and swallowed dryly. go down.

After standing there for two minutes, Feng Ling closed the small leather bag in his hand, turned around and was about to open the door to go out, but the hand on the doorknob paused at this moment.

Even though she couldn't hear the sound clearly, she could vaguely feel that the atmosphere in the women's bathroom was a bit subtle. The anti-alcoholic medicine didn't work so quickly, but she felt much calmer now. I heard that Proan is a very smart person. , but her skills were mediocre in comparison. After calming down for a few seconds, she suddenly opened the door.

Sure enough, the moment he opened the door, he saw a black muzzle pointing at his forehead.

She first looked at Proan who was holding a gun in front of her with a flustered and puzzled expression. Despite all kinds of explanations, Proan did not intend to let her go. The moment he saw him pull the trigger, Feng Ling, who lowered his head in fear, suddenly With a flash in his eyes, he kicked his knee fiercely at an unexpected speed, and then took advantage of the high heels under his feet to take advantage of him falling to the ground and kicked him directly in the face again, kicking him into the ground. Behind the partition door of the bathroom, he grabbed his arm with one hand and folded it back fiercely, then bent his arm and hit him hard on the head, before the other party couldn't believe it and had no time to struggle, he directly grabbed the gun.

Knowing that the gun could not be a suppressed gun, so she couldn't shoot here, she knocked Proan unconscious with a knife, then hid the gun in her skirt, turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

Tonight's action cannot be delayed. Proan has already doubted it, which means that other people may have doubted it too.

The moment Feng Ling just rushed out of the bathroom, she seemed to hear a large number of people approaching in the distance. She paused, then turned her eyes suddenly, and saw a man coming from another direction.

Boss Li?

Shouldn't he be preparing support outside? How could he suddenly break in alone?

Li Nanheng walked to the other side of the corridor and approached. He changed his clothes, his shirt was half open, his black hair seemed to exaggerate the arrogance of the black night, and his coldness made her heart safely return to the bottom in an instant.

However, just as the footsteps of those large groups of people approached in the distance, Feng Ling looked around, and at the location where Proan fainted behind him, and was annoyed that there was no more suitable place to hide and avoid suspicion. The approaching man had already arrived in front of her, and before she could react, he stretched out his long arms and directly embraced her.

Feng Ling felt her waist tighten at first, but the next moment, the man quickly pressed her against the wall next to the bathroom, completely blocking her figure.

She didn't understand what Boss Li was going to do, she just opened her mouth to ask in a low voice, but the man in front of her suddenly bowed her head, wondering if it was because the anti-alcoholic medicine hadn't worked yet, the strong aura on the man made her She was a little dizzy, and then, Li Nanheng lowered his head, and suddenly kissed her down without her being able to resist!

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