。Back then, my Uncle Nine and Aunt Nine gave birth to a super beautiful little girl. 。Everyone says that this little girl looks just like my sister did when she was born. 。My sister also particularly..."Stop!"

Seeing that Ji Yunheng's slap was about to land, Tong Yimo closed her eyes in fright.

None other than another strong and powerful hand, as if effortlessly, grasped Qi Yunheng's wrist, stopping his slap halfway through the air.

In the cold night, his eyes were deep and dark, his thin lips slightly parted, he spoke in a cold tone: "Let her go."

Ji Yunheng's heart skipped a beat, his eyes slightly raised. He was met with Leng Yechen's gaze and inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine.

"Who are you Who dares to interfere in my business!"

Ji Yunheng swallowed nervously, the swagger he had displayed before Leng Ye in the cold night now seemed particularly timid.

In the cold night, Chen Hei's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze long and narrow. His thin lips curled into a sneer: "Heh"

In a flash, Ji Yunheng shrank like a rat, evading Tong Yimo's hand with guilty conscience.

In the cold night, Chen Jiyun let go of Tong Yimo and loosened his grip.

Tong Yimo took the opportunity to move away from Ji Yunheng.

Jì Yùn hésitated for a moment, then suddenly felt a twinge of unwillingness. He raised his leg and kicked towards Lěng Yè chén's body.

While Leng Yechen was well-versed in martial arts, Ji Yuheng's three-legged cat kung fu was nothing in his eyes.

Tong Yimo exclaimed in surprise, "Be careful!"

In the cold night, Chen Yeye caught a glimpse of motion and acted swiftly. Before Ji Yunheng could react, she grabbed his leg with lightning speed and executed a perfect over-the-shoulder throw.

"Ouch!" Ji Yunan was thrown heavily to the ground, rolling in pain.

He instinctively rolled to Tong Yimo's feet, and Tong Yimo almost reflexively hid behind Leng Yeshen.

"You, you..." Ji Yunan was in so much pain that he wanted to cry on the ground.

"Get out!" Leng Ye hissed through gritted teeth.

Ji Yunheng had to get up from the ground, rubbing his butt while pointing at Leng Yecheng's nose and cursing: "Boy, you wait for this young master!"

"Still not leaving" Leng Ye's eyes darkened slightly.

Ji Yunheng saw the man's face shift between anger and malice, as if he wanted to rip him apart. He was so terrified that he scrambled and rolled towards the elevator entrance.

The hallway fell silent in an instant.

Here is the safe passage of "Night's Bewitchment", outside clamor and this silence, are as if two different worlds.

Cold Ye Chen leaned slightly to the side, narrowed his long, dark eyes, and looked down at the woman beside him with a cool indifference. She was wearing a white feather fake face mask, and she looked rather disheveled.

Her long hair fell messily onto her shoulders, and there were a few dark purplish-red marks on her fair neck.

His gaze traveled downward, landing on the bruises still marring her thigh. His face instantly contorted in displeasure as his brow furrowed.

Tong Yimo saw that this man was sizing her up, and instinctively put her hands over her chest, took a step back, brought her legs together, lowered her eyelids, and whispered, "Thank you."

Suddenly, a grey shadow flashed past the corner of his eye.

Tong Yi Mo instinctively raised her eyes, only to see the man in front of her put a silver-gray suit jacket over her shoulders.

Cold Night stared intently at the pitiful woman before him. As he retracted his hands, his fingertips lingered on her cheek for a moment before finally letting go. He turned away indifferently.

Just now...

How is he

Why would there be an urge to hold her face and kiss her

Why would there be a surge of wanting to hold her close and cherish her

That woman wasn't "Manxue"...

Leng Ye sank into deep thought as he left the safe passage, leaving Tong Yimo standing there in disbelief.

He....

She probably didn't recognize her.

She still wore a white feather fake glasses on her face.

Tong Yimo secretly let out a breath of relief.

After returning to her own rest room, Tong Yimo took off her clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

She wanted to wash away the scent of those other men...

Wherever Ji Yuheng had touched, she rubbed it back and forth seven or eight times.

After showering, Tong Yimo changed back into her own clothes and sat in front of the mirror, picking up foundation to cover the love bites on her neck and the bruises on her thighs.

Before heading home, she handed the coat to Tang Qianxi, asking her to return it to that kind man.

So, Leng Yechen returned to his booth shortly after, and a male waiter soon came over with both hands holding his expensive suit jacket, respectfully presenting it to him.

Lienhua was quick-witted, seeing Leng Yeshen calmly retrieve his own coat, she couldn't help but walk over and take a deep breath, teasingly saying: "Night Shen, I smelled a woman's fragrance on your suit jacket, and it's very fresh, like that of a virgin!"

"Have you studied medicine too much" Leng Ye's handsome face darkened, his black eyes coldly staring at Lian Huasheng.

Lien Hua chuckled, "Of course! I'm a medical oddity after all! My sense of smell is incredibly sharp! Believe me or not"

"Boring!" Leng Yechen picked up his coat and put it on by himself.

At this point, Hua Sheng suddenly sank into the leather sofa, his voice heavy as he asked, "Ye Shen, do you care if your woman's first time was given to herself"

Cold Night slowly buttoned up his suit jacket, answering with a nonchalant, "I don't care."

"You think so easily" Lian Huasheng looked at Leng Yeshen with some disbelief.

"If you truly love a woman, there's nothing you wouldn't do for her." Leng Yechen reached out and patted Lian Huasheng on the shoulder.

Lianhua just smiled wryly, without a word.

He had something on his mind, and if he didn't say anything, Leng Yechen wouldn't ask.

Time was about up, Leng Ye had settled his account with Chen Jie and walked out of the "Night Maze" with Lian Hua.

As soon as they walked up to the luxury car, they were surrounded by six rough-looking men.

Lianhua, seeing this, glanced at Leng Yechen with a knowing look. While rubbing her fingers until they made a "creaking" sound, she said meaningfully: "Yechen, it seems you've incurred a love debt in 'Night of Confusion'! "

"Cut the crap, and fight properly! Don't disgrace me!" Leng Ye narrowed his black eyes, had to take off his suit jacket, wrapped it around his arm as a wrist guard, and then stepped forward to "battle" these six men.

After a moment of chaos, the two of them fought back with all their might. The enemy was beaten and scattered, running away in defeat.

Lien Hua withdrew his hand, wincing in pain as he shook it in mid-air. Then he raised his fist to his mouth, blowing on it and complaining, "Oh my God! That hurts like hell!"

"After going abroad, my knowledge broadened, but my financial situation has declined quite a bit!" Leng Yechen said calmly, grabbing his suit jacket and swinging it in the air.

Lianhua looked at Leng Yeshen with a face full of grievance, pouted her lips and sighed: "You are one of the four great heroes known for your iron blood. You can go through fire and water, honing your skills. How can I compare to you!"

"Come back with me to the gym and work out!" Leng Yechen glanced at Lian Huasheng's frustrated face and couldn't help but chuckle.

15411/41884215so intently, a sudden sharp pain came from behind him, "crack!" went the whip, and he fell to his knees in agony."Lang An, I warn you, if you dare to hurt Xing'er again, I will kill you!" Lian Zhongka...