Chapter 4795
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She thought her words would piss off the thug.
But to her surprise, the guy was even more shameless as he winked at Lu Yan. "Since you're so curious about your brother, why don't we find a quiet place and I'll let you test me?"
Only this shameless wastrel would say such lewd words.
Lu Yan's smile grew brighter. "Sure."
"Whoa, this new chick has guts. She dared to piss off Young Master Liang."
"Yeah, Young Master Liang has met his match."
Young Master Liang had a bad reputation in the circle. Just because his family was rich, he played with all kinds of women.
Moreover, his table manners were terrible. He never spent money on women and sometimes even blackmailed women. He was shameless to the core.
As for why he showed up at this dinner party, it was because of his cousin.
This guy's cousin was Su Yu's good friend. His friend saw that Su Yu was in a bad mood recently, so he invited him to a dinner party.
He didn't expect his cousin to be so drunk and not care about his image.
Young Master Liang was about to take Lu Yan away …
Just then, Su Yu said, "Don't eat too badly."
Su Yu's words silenced everyone …
Lu Yan also turned around and narrowed her eyes, sizing him up with interest.
"Lord Su …?" Young Master Liang sobered up a lot.
"Follow the rules wherever you go. The owner of Seductive Fox is my friend. Don't cause trouble here. Go find women outside … and don't touch the waiters here."
These were Su Yu's exact words. He didn't want to save anyone; he just didn't want to cause trouble at Seductive Fox.
After all, it was Rick's place. Although Su Yu wasn't as close to Rick as Qin Chu was, he still had to maintain his image.
However, he still had to save face … Especially since he was in the police station, he didn't want to make things too ugly.
Occasionally, Su Yu's words were like an imperial edict.
His words scared Young Master Liang so much that he didn't even dare to fart.
Lu Yan left the room when she realized she couldn't finish the game.
No one paid any attention to the new waiter.
On the surface, Su Yu saved the waiter, but in reality, he saved the pig head.
Otherwise, if he really went out with Lu Yan, he wouldn't be able to return.
She saw Su Yu and played the game. Lu Yan found a corner and took off her waitress uniform.
She changed into her windbreaker and went back to find Qiao Fei.
Then, from afar, he saw a woman with big breasts and big buttocks who had undergone plastic surgery. She was holding a wine glass and pestering Qiao Fei.
"Handsome, just one drink …"
"I don't drink." Qiao Fei's face was cold.
"I like cool girls like you … Don't get me wrong, I'm not a hostess, nor am I a shill. My father is a famous tycoon in this city, and I'm a socialite … If you become friends with me, I promise you won't lose out."
"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Get lost … "
Qiao Fei had never been interested in these vulgar women. He would feel disgusted if he said more than a few words.
"Don't be mad, handsome … I really like your type …"
The woman didn't seem to give up and wanted to pester him to the end.
At this moment, Lu Yan walked over and patted the woman's shoulder.
"Hey, big-breasted girl, do you know my husband?"
"Your husband?" The woman looked puzzled.
"Yeah, he's my sugar daddy … If you like him, you can … but I have to have money first." Lu Yan smirked.
Qiao Fei's eyelids twitched, knowing it was over. She was addicted to the game again.
"If I have more money than you, your husband will give me a game, right?" The woman looked down on Lu Yan because she didn't have any branded clothes on her. She thought Lu Yan might be a delinquent girl.
"Sure, but if you lose, you'll have to take off your clothes and dance in the middle of the stage. You'll have to shout 'I'm a b * tch' three times." Lu Yan crossed her arms and smiled.
She knew the consequences of flirting with her man wouldn't be pleasant.
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