Chapter 2082: Don't let me hear any more insulting words from you.
Chapter 2082: Don't let me hear any more insulting words from you.
Chapter 2082: Don't let me hear any more insulting words from you.
Chapter 2082 Dont let me hear insulting words from you again.
In the private room, there was laughter and laughter, and the smoke was mixed with the smell of alcohol.
As soon as Zhao Qiuxu stepped into the private room, she immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Among them, Zhou Xu, who called her, stood up first, "Xu Xu is here, come in quickly, uncle will introduce you to the big shot tonight."
Zhou Xu greeted her warmly, put his arm around her shoulders affectionately, and led her to a middle-aged man sitting at the front.
At the other end, in the private room, Gu Jinglan never leaves his hand.
I couldn't remember how many cigarettes he smoked tonight, and the tight brows lingered around.
Go and spend some time with Mr. Gu to relieve your boredom. A dandy patted the leg of the female companion next to him and motioned for her to come over.
The female companion smiled coquettishly, stood up and sat down next to Gu Jinglan, "Young Master Gu, it's so lonely smoking alone, why don't I come and have a drink with you?"
Gu Jinglan raised his eyes, and a puff of smoke was sprayed on the woman's heavily made-up face, "Get out!"
The woman didn't expect to kick the iron plate. She hesitated for a moment, and after receiving Gu Jinglan's cold eyes, she stood up and left angrily.
Even in a lively crowd, you still feel lonely.
Sound, sex, dogs, and horses, this was a life he once liked and enjoyed endlessly, but now, he is only tired of it.
Hooked his lips and sneered, laughing at himself for being stupid.
He stood up and walked out. Seeing that he was about to leave, several dandy boys tried to persuade him to stay, "Young Master Gu, don't you want to play for a little longer? The nightlife hasn't even started yet, and you're leaving?"
Go to the bathroom.
Gu Jinglan held a cigarette in his mouth, opened the door and left.
In the long corridor, wherever they passed, the waiters bowed respectfully and said hello.
Gu Jinglan leaned against the wall, enjoying a moment of tranquility.
Returning to the private room again, something was being discussed in the private room. The speaker was very excited and said in a very contemptuous tone: "It's Miss Zhao from the Zhao family, the one who chased after Young Master Gu so hard at the beginning. It's not the rumor that Young Master Gu chased her, but she was Did she refuse? I dont know how to pretend to be noble and leave Young Master Gu alone to accompany a bad old man..."
Everyone looked at the man behind him in horror. Before the man who spoke knew what was happening, his collar was tightly grasped.
In an instant, someone pushed his body hard against the wall, and he felt a pain in his back that made him frown.
After seeing clearly who the man in front of him was, the man was so frightened that he asked, "Gu...Young Master Gu?"
"Who did you say was accompanying a bad old man just now?" Gu Jinglan's expression was cold, and his eyes with hidden anger seemed to tear him to pieces at any time.
Shao Gu's external image has always been as gentle as jade, but only a few people know that it is just his mask.
The real him is no different from the cruel and **** Young Master Shangguan.
Otherwise, why do we say that birds of a feather flock together?
Speak! Gu Jinglan punched him, and blood overflowed from the corner of the mans eyes.
"I said, I said, it's... Zhao Qiuxu who is accompanying a bad old man. It's in the flower hall No. 3 in front. I saw it when I came here just now."
The man exuded a dark murderous aura, and no one here dared to step forward to plead for mercy. Gu Jinglan pinched the man's neck with one hand, "If I hear anything insulting about her from your mouth again, I will kill you!"
The man was trembling with fear and nodded repeatedly, "I don't dare anymore. I don't dare anymore."
Leaving the private room, Gu Jinglan ran to the private room No. 3 in the Flower Hall without stopping.