Ye Zhenting stared at Feng Qianxue's hand that was caught by someone, and squinted his eyes dangerously.

"Don't let go?" Ye Hui shouted coldly, "Don't want your hands?"

The man hurriedly let go of Feng Qianxue, took a step back, fell on the sofa, and asked in panic: "Who are you?"

The others on the sofa were all frightened and didn't dare to show off.

"That hand touches it, let me get rid of it!"

Ye Zhenting left this sentence, looked at Feng Qianxue deeply, and turned around and left.

Feng Qianxue stood there in shock, her eyes wide open in shock. Before she could react, the man's miserable scream came from behind her: "Ah———"

Feng Qianxue subconsciously turned around and saw Ye Hui stepping on the man's hand against the wall. The sound of bone shattering came. The man's expression was distorted in pain, struggling hard, but there was no room for resistance.

The others were so scared that their faces were ashamed, curled up in the corner, and they didn't dare to say a word.

Those princesses had never seen such a scene, and they all covered their eyes and were shaking and shaking.

"Looking for death!" Ye Hui shouted coldly and withdrew his feet.

The man slipped to the ground and fainted from pain.

Feng Qianxue was still stunned and stood there, not coming back to her senses for a while.

"Why are you still standing there?" Ye Hui said, "Please!"

So far, Ye Hui was unable to confirm that this cheesy girl was Feng Qianxue.

Feng Qianxue tried to calm down and followed Ye Hui to the private room.

On the way, she was frightened and uneasy. Did Ye Zhenting recognize her? How would he punish her?

When he arrived at the private room, Ye Zhenting was already sitting on the sofa and drinking silently, lowering his eyes, looking calm and calm.

Feng Qianxue stood at the door and didn't dare to go in.

"Please!" Ye Hui made a gesture.

She had to take a few steps forward, stand in the middle of the box, and look at Ye Zhenting nervously.

Ye Zhenting didn't say anything or look at her, just drank quietly.

When he finished drinking the wine in the glass and put down the wine glass, he finally ordered: "Go and wash your hands."

"Hmm?" Feng Qianxue was stunned for a moment, walked to the bar behind the screen to wash her hands.

Yehui stood beside him, not knowing it.

"Okay." Feng Qianxue washed her hands and walked over and stood timidly.

"I've finished drinking, wake up another bottle." Ye Zhenting picked his chin.

Feng Qianxue squatted down, opened a bottle of red wine, and began to sober up skillfully.

Ye Zhenting kept staring at her hand.

Feng Qianxue knew in her heart that she had asked her to wash her hands just now, because she had touched her hands and thought it was dirty, and because she wanted to distinguish her identity through the scars on her hands.

She was very nervous, but fortunately the injury on the back of her hand had healed and there were no scars.

And the scar on her palm that was scalded by a cigar is still clearly visible...

As long as he didn't pull her hand to check, he wouldn't see her palm.

After sobering up a bottle of wine, he poured half a cup of Ye Zhenting.

Then he stood up, took a step back, stood quietly, lowered his head, and waited for his instructions.

From beginning to end, she didn't look up at him.

Behaved extremely calmly!

Ye Zhenting didn't say anything, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and then drank silently.

Yehui stood aside, frowned and observed everything, feeling very puzzled.

What exactly does Night King want to do?

Soon, a glass of wine came to the bottom again.

Ye Zhenting said lightly: "You can leave now."

"Ah?" Feng Qianxue was stunned. She didn't understand whether Ye Zhenting could see her identity?

If he saw it, why didn't he expose her?

If you don't see it, why do you have to go to find her after a lot of trouble?

And interrupting someone's hand for her?

Ye Zhenting did something to clean up, and Ye Hui hurriedly stepped forward to see the guests off: "Please!"

Feng Qianxue saluted Ye Zhenting and turned around and left...

When he walked to the door, Ye Hui took a few dozen cash from the box and handed it to her: "Your sobering skills are very good, our master is very satisfied. This is your tip!"

Feng Qianxue looked at it and said, "Five stacks, 50,000." If Ye Hui's hand was bigger, there might be a lot...


Chapter completed!