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?”

party was tall with a refined and handsome face, holding a wrench with a focused

hand full of blood:

a stool

Yihuan was fiddling

towards the bar, “Isn’t that

and saw a man with a prisoner-like haircut

having fought since childhood, that was still his real cousin; how could

“Fucking hell!”

off the stage, “Convict! Who are you

Bin

met his face with

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

know to

Ah Bin. That plaster-covered leg, still not removed, miraculously wrapped

Yihuan would be harmed, but worried that the already loss-making bar would be

exhausting efforts, Wang Yuanqing and Jiang Yue finally separated the two and restrained

got up, limping over to Guan

Sixing’s voice was low, “Call

“…”

over to a beautiful girl, “Can

Gu Yihuan: “…”

very suspicious; he felt that Guan Sixing might have deliberately

being smart, a genius, a rising star in the field of

one believed him. Here’s an example: when Guan Sixing used to stay at his house, he never missed a single mishap. Though not a big talker, he was present for actions like puncturing tires, stealing bird eggs, and

Not only did he take his own beatings, but also those meant for the

that a “green

Guan Sixing’s

on the bar:

Youyou was out alone without a companion. Unable to find someone to lend a hand, she looked around

was surprised: “You

“We’ve met.”

“Who are you?”

she

Gu Yihuan’s mind couldn’t hold onto many

“I’m Jhiang Youyou.”

dignified and virtuous fifth young lady of the

formally met, so his impression of her wasn’t strong. He did hear his rakish friends mention the fifth young lady of the Jhiang family, described as a lady who

borrow your

offered both hands:

Shanxi couldn’t be at

Youyou and Guan Sixing went to the hospital, while Gu Yihuan cleaned up

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

had just finished singing a song and came over to Xie Shang’s