"it is good."

Ou Mingxuan was in a daze, what did Yan Zihua just say? it is good? ! Did he get it wrong?

"I want to be handsome, especially handsome!" Xia Yuxun said drunkly.

"Well, besides being handsome, do you have anything to ask for?" Yan Zihua was really serious in asking, as if he was having a formal meeting.

"A lot... a lot... various... a dozen..."

"Okay, wait a minute, miss." Yan Zihua finished speaking and walked out of the box.

"Why are you going?" Ou Mingxuan chased him out a few steps anxiously. Is that guy crazy? Isn't she looking for a man for her?

Those who won't, it's definitely a delay!

Five minutes later, the door of the box was pushed open from the outside. One, two, three, four, five, six, twelve... it was really a dozen men filed in.

The twelve men in front of them, all of good looks and good figures, were dressed in uniform suits and trousers, with white shirts underneath, with decent smiles on their faces. As soon as they entered the door, they said collectively, "Master , Good evening", attentive but not frivolous, looks well-trained.

Ou Mingxuan was completely stunned.

This pair of masters and servants is really... so weird!

"Miss, are these all right?" Yan Zihua asked.

Xia Yuxun raised her head in a daze, glanced slightly, her expression unhappy, "Why do you wear so much?"

Ou Mingxuan: "..."

The development of this matter is like a wild dog running away. What should he do now?

I thought that Yan Zihua and him belonged to the same country, but now it seems that he is simply helping Zhou to abuse him and is totally unreliable!

"Do you know how to dance a striptease?" Xia Yuxun asked with a bottle of twelve hunks.

"Yes, Master."

"Then jump... jump one and show me..." Xia Yuxun took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the sofa, supporting his head with one hand.

"Okay." One of the men walked over and clicked on a song.

The blast and rhythmic music suddenly sounded, and the twelve men began to dance, starting from the tie, one by one...

"My God, my dog ​​eyes..." Ou Mingxuan stumbled and ran out holding the wall.

He held his chest and breathed a sigh of relief until he walked outside the box.

If that girl keeps on making trouble like this, something will definitely happen tonight...

But now, where can I find someone who can persuade her?

Back then, the person who could control her most was Xia Molin. A look in her eyes could scare her into submission, but now, this person is no longer...

Then, there is only one person who can control her.

But this person personally said a few days ago that everything about her has nothing to do with him from now on.

Is it useful to call him?

Whether it's useful or not, try it!

With nothing to do, Ou Mingxuan had no choice but to dial Leng Sichen's cell phone number with the last hope.

What surprised him was that he didn't expect that Leng Sichen's cell phone was still on at this late hour, and it was connected after a few rings.

"Hey, cold belly, let me tell you, that girl now..."

Before he finished speaking, Leng Sichen on the other side of the phone interrupted him coldly, "Ou Mingxuan, I seem to have told you..."

"Yes, yes, you told me that you said that the girl’s business has nothing to do with you in the future, so don’t let you know! But now that girl is drunk in the bar box and ordered the whole thing. Beating twelve men, stripping their clothes one by one, you are sure you really have nothing to do with you..."