Chapter 31 My surname is Ba, my father’s Ba (31)
I don't know who whistled, and the girl who was transferred blushed, looked at it shyly, and sat back in the crowd.
The scene became completely heated, and the wine bottle was rotated again. A group of booing people clapped their hands and watched nervously and excitedly as the bottle mouth slowed down.
Finally, he stopped tremblingly in front of Jiang Tang.
The bridge's eyes are meaningful.
Jiang Tang sneered inwardly.
In this kind of game, the master can completely control the strength, and he can turn to whomever he wants.
And bridges are such masters.
Others can't tell it, but Jiang Tang is a veteran of Feng Yuechang.
If you couldn't see this trick, Master Jiang's name would have been in vain for so many years.
Qiao Qiao knew that although Jiang Tang looked chaotic in the past, she was actually a simple little girl.
If he wanted to win her in this game, it would be easier than taking off his clothes.
This time, he was prepared to let Jiang Tang lose.
It's probably impossible to take off your clothes, but it's a nice bonus to watch the beautiful woman get drunk.
Qiao Qiao's smile was inevitable, and the boys around him began to boo.
However, the next second, both sides punched each other, back and forth for three rounds. Qiao Qiao watched the white and tender little fist in front of him win him effortlessly.
Even a gangster who has been in bars for more than ten years cannot use this skilled technique and technique.
Jiang Tang curled his lips slightly.
Under the buzz cut, a small face as white as jade was smeared with a touch of red. The pink lips opened and closed, showing an unparalleled beauty.
"I lost, do you still want to take off your pants?"
The girl raised her eyebrows, the narrowness and wildness in her eyes undisguised.
Qiao Qiao was stunned, shocked by Jiang Tang's aura.
Lazy and casual, with a condescending contempt and pride.
This is not the temperament of a little girl who is not familiar with the world. Qiao Qiao has seen some things in the world.
Even when he faced the gangster who called himself Starscream, he didn't feel such a strong sense of oppression.
Suddenly, Qiao Qiao noticed Jiang Tang's right hand resting on his ear, with his index and middle fingers slightly apart, and his wrist hanging down. This action...
I want cigarettes.
It's not just ordinary people who want to smoke, only people with a certain status would do this subconsciously.
As long as they stretch out their hands slightly, countless people will rush up behind them, kneeling and licking him like dogs, and lighting cigarettes for him.
The bridge feels like the world is a bit magical.
It would be fine if the person in front of her was a gangster, but she was Jiang Tang.
His whole body exuded the aura of being steeped in power for many years, which made people's hair stand on end.
Jiang Tang sneered.
He clapped his hands and stood up.
"My house is gated, so go ahead and have fun."
Qiao Qiao didn't say much, with a complicated look in his eyes as he watched Jiang Tang walk out.
Outside the door, the night is just right.
Qingba is located at the end of a remote road.
The shops on this alley are nothing more than bars and KTVs.
There were constant noises, making the path even quieter.
Jiang Tang hummed a little tune and walked slowly.
But I felt a little irritable in my heart.
This body has obviously never smoked, but she dared to become addicted to cigarettes.
Jiang Tang used to smoke a lot, smoking pack after pack.
A cigarette when you are happy, a cigarette when you are in a daze, and a cigarette when you are upset.
The dependence on cigarettes seemed to have been engraved in her bones, and then followed her into this world.
The path was filled with the smell of smoke, and Jiang Tang's pace quickened.
She came to urge Qin Chao to be positive and live a healthy life, so she couldn't set a bad example for him.
(End of chapter)