Chapter 1161 Your little feral cat came out to hunt for wild food

  On the corner sofa, Rong Menglan, who was clinging to the **** woman with curly hair, saw Song Qing slowly walking towards him.

  Song Qing has big eyes, and there is a trace of melancholy between her brows and eyes. Her lips are very beautiful and very suitable for kissing, and her nose is small and cute.

   That thick face is very aggressive, and has the capital to make men sink. When most men face this face, they can’t help but imagine a colorful picture.

   It stands to reason that such a woman is not an absolute delicacy for Rong Menglan, but it is definitely a feast for the appetite.

   In the past, in order to satisfy the insatiable hunger, he would definitely take the initiative to bite the opponent’s fragile neck, take it to his own territory, and eat with an appetite.

  You can see Song Qing’s moment, his light eyebrows furrowed tightly.

  Song Qing didn’t care if Rong Menglan was dissatisfied with her, so he quickly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pulled the woman sitting beside him up, and threw it on the ground like rubbish.

  ’s movements are very rough, like a she-wolf who protects food.

“what!”

  The woman’s screams sounded, which were then covered up by the music in the bar.

   Except for this square inch of land, the screams did not reach the ears of others.

   Song Qing and Rong Menglan looked at each other in the dark bar, neither of them paid any attention to the woman who was slumped on the ground.

  Rong Menglan looked at the woman who fell to the ground, then raised her eyes to stare at Song Qing, her frowning eyes not loosening.

   He pursed his lips lightly, and his voice was as cold as moonlight: “What are you doing here?”

The tone of    was displeased, as if Song Qing was a big trouble for him.

  Song Qing coughed uncomfortably, but no one heard it except herself.

   She walked to Rong Menglan and sat down, looking up and down the man with outstanding appearance and temperament in front of her with sharp and emotionless eyes. She never imagined that his true identity was actually an old acquaintance.

   The pair of mandarin duck eyes of the other party, which are amorous and provocative, seem to be blindfolded by spun yarn, giving people a hazy beauty, coquettish and strange, very seductive.

  Song Qing tutted softly from the bottom of her heart, stretched out her arms around Rong Menglan’s arm, and said very delicately, “I’m here to relieve the worries of Young Master Rong.”

  She pressed her lips to the other person’s ear, and her charming laughter clearly entered Rong Menglan’s ears.

   Rong Menglan, who was about to move his arm away, raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard Song Qing’s unnatural but calm voice.

   He looked surprised, and looked at the woman beside him strangely.

  Song Qing had no idea that there was disgust and embarrassment in her voice that could not be hidden.

   It’s like being a child, but pretending to be mature in adult clothes, nondescript and funny.

  Rong Menglan pressed the tip of her tongue against her upper jaw, her face changed, and she wondered what the woman was thinking.

  A figure rushed over at an extremely fast speed.

  The curly-haired woman who had just been thrown to the ground by Song Qing, got up neatly from the ground after regaining her sanity, and rushed towards Song Qing like a madman.

   Her face was full of hideousness, hatred and disgust burst out from her eyes, and she reached out to pull Song Qing’s hair.

  Rong Menglan was just about to block, but found that Song Qing had taken the first step.

   As one of the former masters of the Huo family’s dark guards, Song Qing, who also restored the memory of her previous life, how could it be possible for a human to hurt her.

   When the woman was about to touch her, she raised her feet on high heels and kicked the woman’s abdomen without mercy.

   “Boom!”

  The woman fell to the ground again, even more embarrassed than the first time, and the expression on her face was even more painful.

  Song Qing is not the master of Lianxiangxiyu, so there is no mercy in this kick.

   In her eyes, whether it is a man or a woman, if you want to hurt her, you must be prepared to be killed by her.

   There are a lot of people in the bar right now, she only kicked each other, she was showing mercy.

   If someone dared to stop her from carrying out her master’s mission in a place where no one was there, it would be light to kill the other party on the spot.

   The movement on the side of the three was not small, and it quickly attracted the attention of others around, even Su Jingshu, who was upstairs, watched the play with wide eyes.

   Not knowing what she was thinking, she took out her mobile phone and turned on the camera, and took pictures of Song Qing, Rong Menglan, and the woman lying on the ground and covering her stomach.

   Especially the arm that surrounds Song Qing around Rong Menglan, it can be said to be clearly photographed. For fear of being ignored by this detail, the camera lens of the mobile phone is specially enlarged.

   After filming this ambiguous video of just over ten seconds, Su Jingshu did not hesitate to send it directly to Huo Yirong in the phone address book.

  Song Qing’s identity and his relationship with the second master of the Huo family have a steel scale in their hearts for other families who are closely watching the Huo family’s every move.

  Song Qing was the one who was guarded by the Huo family. The other party walked out of the door of the Huo family on the front foot, and the other families on the back foot got the news that the woman was marked by the Huo family.

   and the ambiguity between Erye Huo and Song Qing, all of which were seen by those with a heart. The news originally came from the Gongsun family.

  Now Song Qing is hanging out with other men outside with Er Ye Huo behind her back. With such a lively look, Su Jingshu can’t wait for them to make trouble, so she can pass the boring days.

   Feeling that it was not enough to send the video to Huo Yirong, Su Jingshu sent another message to the other party—your little wild cat came out to hunt wild food.

   After confirming that the message was sent, she kept her eyes on Song Qing and Rong Menglan in the hall downstairs, and slowly raised her red lips, with a wicked smile on her face looking forward to watching the show.

   Downstairs, Song Qing’s brutal methods made the curly-haired woman suffer. The other party stared at Song Qing hatefully, not knowing what she said, and left with an angry face.

  On the sofa in the corner, only Rong Menglan and Song Qing were left, and the two were close to each other, but there was no ambiguity at all.

   Their eyes looked at each other, or it was more like a silent confrontation, whoever looked away first would lose.

   In the end, Rong Menglan looked away first, took out his arm from Song Qing’s hand, and reached out to hold the wine glass on the table.

   He drank the wine in the glass in one fell swoop, holding the empty glass with his long, white fingers, playing casually, and asked casually, “What is the matter with Miss Song coming to me?”

  Rong Menglan took her arm away, and Song Qing didn’t move forward. She pulled on the slightly shorter red dress and adjusted her awkward sitting posture.

   When Rong Menglan’s eyes swept over, she regained her unmoving calm and calm attitude, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised, and she chuckled and pretended to be provocative: “I said it was here to help you relieve your worries.”

   “Resolve your worries?” Rong Menglan repeated it and chuckled, “I don’t know how Miss Song can help me?”

   He fixed his eyes on Song Qing, watching her say Jieyou, the expression on his face was revealed inadvertently, and he wanted to kick him with the same ruthlessness as the prey he kicked before, wondering if this woman was sick.

  Song Qing furrowed her brows tightly, wondering why this man was so difficult to deal with, why didn’t he just rush up.

   She was full of the master’s mission that she couldn’t mess up.