He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 91 - 91 089 Erotic Fireworks Obey Miss Wens Command (Second

Chapter 91: 089: Erotic Fireworks, Obey Miss Wen’s Command (Second Update)_2 Chapter 91: 089: Erotic Fireworks, Obey Miss Wen’s Command (Second Update)_2 Jhiang Youyou didn’t respond.

The man teased, “Dressed so hot, why just drink here? Let’s dance together.”

“Not dancing.”

“Feeling down?”

It wasn’t that she was in a bad mood.

She didn’t play with unattractive men.

“Get me the same as hers.” The man’s enthusiasm didn’t wane, casually crossing his legs, the shiny tips of his shoes accidentally-on-purpose brushed against Jhiang Youyou’s calf, “I’m called Ah Bin, how should I address the beautiful lady?”

Jhiang Youyou felt like kicking someone.

She held back, changed her sitting posture, and kept some distance from the clueless man.

“Everyone’s here to have fun, no fun putting on airs.”

Jhiang Youyou’s cold pair of pretty fox eyes glared, “Can’t you see I don’t want to bother with you?”

Ah Bin snickered, eyes blatantly scanning her from head to toe, focusing on her waist, “If you don’t want to be hit on, why dress like that?”

Jhiang Youyou was very well-dressed.

Truly beautiful, the kind that would definitely make other women turn their heads. Her dress wasn’t short, just a bit above the knee, with long sleeves that revealed her shoulders and collarbones, perfectly matched with a black swan choker necklace, brilliantly black but very sophisticated.

It was just that she had a good figure, and the dress accentuated her curves.

She had been beautiful since childhood, and Jhiang Zhenghao, in hopes of marrying her into a prestigious family, was very strict about her clothing; she could only wear her favorite dresses in private.

She didn’t dress up for these dirty-minded people.

“What about my outfit?”

Ah Bin leaned in, teasing with a lascivious laugh, “Looks like it’s begging to be slept in.”

Jhiang Youyou picked up her drink.

Ah Bin was smacked on the head from behind.

Jhiang Youyou: “…”

It wasn’t her doing; she hadn’t had the chance to hit him.

Ah Bin turned around, eyes blazing, “Motherfucker, who the hell are you?”

with a refined and handsome face, holding a wrench with a focused expression, seriously cursing,

felt a hand full of blood:

grabbed a stool

Yihuan was fiddling with an

the band’s Wang Yuanqing pointed towards the bar, “Isn’t

a man with a prisoner-like haircut holding a stool,

childhood, that was still his real cousin; how could he

“Fucking hell!”

hopping off the stage, “Convict!

Bin turned his

crutch met his face with

few steps, rage boiling over. Without steadying himself, he hurled the stool in his hand. It hit Guan Sixing’s left foot without missing

know

forward and pummeled Ah Bin. That plaster-covered leg, still not removed, miraculously wrapped around,

Yue rushed to pull them apart, not so much concerned that Gu Yihuan

Wang Yuanqing and Jiang Yue finally

up, limping over to Guan Sixing, “Sixing, are you

was

“…”

him limp over to a beautiful girl, “Can you take me to

Gu Yihuan: “…”

was very suspicious; he felt that Guan Sixing might have deliberately not

for being smart, a genius, a rising star in the field of physics, and, apart from a somewhat introverted personality and disinclination to chat, he

didn’t think so; he had always believed Guan Sixing was a bit of a “green tea” character, but no one believed him. Here’s an example: when Guan Sixing used to stay at his house, he never missed a single mishap.

did he take his own beatings, but

a

Guan Sixing’s left foot: “Can you

on the bar: “Can’t

find someone to lend a hand, she looked around and recognized a familiar face: “Gu

Yihuan was surprised: “You

“We’ve met.”

“Who are you?”

felt she

mind couldn’t hold onto many

“I’m Jhiang Youyou.”

virtuous fifth young lady

times at various events, but they’d never formally met, so his impression of her wasn’t strong. He did hear his rakish friends mention the

borrow

Yihuan offered both hands:

couldn’t be at

to the hospital, while

sitting far away in a booth, unable to intervene, so he didn’t bother. Gu Yihuan could handle this minor

Dingzhu had just finished singing a song and