I saw Ye Chuqing and the Frenchman entangled together. The Frenchman hugged Ye Chuqing tightly and kissed and touched her. Ye Chuqing's patience finally broke out.

She was frightened and angry at the thought of being plotted against.

Thinking of being insulted by this wretched Frenchman, her mind became hot, and without regard to the consequences, she suddenly kicked the Frenchman to the ground with all her strength.

The Frenchman was drunk, and he fell to the ground with a miserable look on his face after being hit. He was half sober, and his grace suddenly disappeared, and he cursed:

"You dare to hit me, you damn oriental bitch, I will destroy you tonight."[

As soon as something happened, the door to the box opened and the female manager and several security guards with iron bars rushed in.

The female manager hurriedly helped the Frenchman up and said with a condescending smile in English:

"Sir, are you okay? Don't be angry. This girl has just started this business and doesn't understand the rules yet. I will immediately open a room for you to rest and send her to your place so that she can serve you well and apologize."

Then the female manager turned her head, looked at Ye Chuqing with cold eyes, and said coldly to the security guard: "Take her away."

Only then did Ye Chuqing realize that she had gotten into a big trouble and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Looking at the vicious eyes of the female manager and the Frenchman, I was afraid that I would be insulted tonight.

Her heart tightened, her face was as white as paper, and she was extremely angry and frightened.

Is there really no way to survive tonight? No, she is unwilling to do so.

"You are really ignorant. You dare to hit people in such a place. You are very brave. But it is a pity that you are just looking for death."

Feng Ziyan glanced at it casually, then walked towards the door, smiling charmingly: "Feng Ya, let's go, don't waste the good time tonight for these little disturbances."

Mo Fengya frowned and looked away from Ye Chuqing. Her panicked and frightened expression was the same as when she robbed his car that day, which made him feel a trace of pity.

Even this small sympathy was not enough to move him to save her.

"Let's go, Miss Zhiyue." He turned to Lin Zhiyue and said.

As soon as he raised his feet, a figure rushed over desperately, jumped in front of him, and grabbed his hand firmly.

Ye Chuqing raised her face, her pale face showed panic, her eyes were wet with tears, she bit her lip and looked at him pleadingly:

"Save me again, please."

It was Ye Chuqing who rushed over. She had no choice but to make a desperate move.

Thinking that Mo Fengya had helped him, at least his character was better, maybe he would save him again.

Mo Fengya frowned and looked at the woman who was holding on to his sleeve tightly. His clothes were wrinkled by her. His eyes were filled with impatience: [
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