"You want to hit me?"

"You still want to kill me!?"

Seeing Cui Wenxing with a distorted face, Xu Mixue approached with a smile, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Young master, if you are angry, do it!"

"I'd like to see if you can bear the consequences of touching me?"

"Come on, come on, I'll slap you in the face, how many slaps are you going to slap?"

Xu Mixue smiled and brought her face closer, smiling sweetly but full of disgust.

Ye Hao's eyes turned cold, it can only be said that this woman knows how to provoke.

However, he was not in a hurry to make a move, but squinted to observe the surrounding environment.

He also wanted to see how Cui Wenxing was going to deal with this scene.

Seeing Xu Mixue's pretty face so close at hand, Cui Wenxing's eyelids twitched, and the fingers of his right hand trembled, but in the end he still didn't slap him.

Or it should be said that at this moment he forcibly held back, not allowing himself to make any movements.

"Snapped--"

Seeing that Cui Wenxing didn't intend to make a move, Xu Mixue slapped him again, hitting Cui Wenxing on the other side of the face.

"Trash, useless things, you are the legendary silver gun candle head!"

"I dare not fight back after being beaten by a woman."

"Do you still dare to save face?"

"Do you have this thing?"

At this moment, Xu Mixue despised Cui Wenxing to the extreme.

As one of the big boys in the two cities of gambling in Hong Kong, he didn't even dare to fight back in front of him. How bad should such a person be?

wait to die!

Cui Wenxing covered his face, and there was still a smear of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He looked as miserable as he could, and as miserable as he looked.

The men and women in Chinese costumes present laughed out loud watching this scene. Many even clinked glasses of wine to watch the show, and some took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

If this kind of picture of the big and the small is posted on the Internet, it will definitely be a hot topic.

Dong Liya said coldly: "Xu Mixue, are you deceiving people too much?"

She was angry, but also somewhat helpless.

Xu Mixue's strength and Meng Hu's overbearing made her understand that energy and connections may not be useful in many cases.

But strength is definitely the real king.

At this moment, Xu Mixue is stronger than Cui Wenxing, so Cui Wenxing dare not fight back, or even talk nonsense.

"Miss Xu was joking." JrNovels.com