"Well, let's go..." Ye Chengguan did not look at the group of little bastards. He put down Qiao Rubing, who was still struggling in his arms, and tried to speak softly in his own voice.

"Wait..." I don't know if it's alcohol or not. Just now, Qiao Rubing was embraced by Yecheng and didn't care. When he heard Yecheng's voice, he suddenly said.

"bang"

Just when Ye Cheng did not know what the woman was going to do, Qiao Rubing, who was paralyzed by alcohol, suddenly grabbed a bottle of wine and smashed it on the black tiger's head. He cursed and shouted and scolded, "Bastard! I call you to...