Chapter 237: Drunk and angry

That night, Guan Ling was also drunk.

Guan Ling was quite capable of drinking, which was beyond Zhang Yiming's expectations. She was drunk unconsciously because of a little joy and a little resentment. When Zhang Yiming found that Guan Ling was in a wrong state, she was already drunk.

In the closed box, in the hazy candlelight, Guan Ling swayed and stood in front of Zhang Yiming, gently lifting up the hem of the newly bought skirt she had on her body. Her delicate eyes were drunk and even more lustful.

Like it?I bought this after you left during the day. I didn't ask for your opinion, but I know you must like it, and I must...

Guan Ling's hand was getting stronger and stronger as she lifted her skirt to her waist. What she showed in front of Zhang Yiming were dark purple wide lace bright stockings wrapped around her slender thighs, and sexy garters of the same color, as well as silk underwear wrapped around her hips that were also of the same color as the stockings.

The underwear is transparent in front, but because of the dark purple color, although Guan Ling's honey part is extremely plump and tightly tightly holds the underwear, the lush part covered by the underwear is still between visible and invisible, which is vague, arousing imagination and even more tempting.

Zhang Yiming rarely appreciates the sexy garter belt. His women usually wear pantyhose, even when wearing stockings, they don’t need this.

Guan Ling's stockings have a bright silk texture, and the candlelight in the box is jumping, and the stockings are constantly flashing with dense reflections, constantly attracting and teasing Zhang Yiming's gaze.

Guan Ling, you are drunk.

Zhang Yiming turned his gaze away, and his tone increased a little sternly. Go back and sit down, I asked someone to pay.

Guan Ling was not obedient.

She turned to the opposite of Zhang Yiming's gaze and turned her body to make Zhang Yiming look more carefully and comprehensively.

You choose the skirt and the shoes. You have never seen this set inside. Tell me, is it good?Do you like it?

Zhang Yiming made no sound.

To be honest, Zhang Yiming liked it. If it were any of his women wearing this outfit at this moment, I was afraid that Zhang Yiming would have hugged her in his arms and caressed her.

I don’t know if it happened to be or if a woman had her own intuition. At least, Guan Ling’s underwear was not wrong. Zhang Yiming has a preference for purple, and the garters are a sense of freshness for Zhang Yiming, and it is also good as a dress that increases the fun in the boudoir.

But how could Zhang Yiming tell the truth in his heart?

Why don't you speak?This is a close-fitting underwear. As long as you say you like it, I think you are holding me every day, so that I have such a little fantasy for the time being, you will not refuse?

Guan Ling continued to pull the hem of her skirt to her chest, and her bra exposed. Zhang Yiming could see at a glance that the underwear on her lower body was the same.

Zhang Yiming stood up and pulled Guan Ling's hands hard, allowing her skirt to fall down to cover her body.OK, Guan Ling, you are drunk.Be obedient, we pay the bill and go back, you have a good sleep.

No, I want to listen to you.

Guan Ling wanted to reach out to lift her skirt again. You said you like it, I want them to replace you, stick them on me every day, wrapping me tightly, just like when you hugged me yesterday and smelled my perfume smell.

Guan Ling's drunkenness became stronger and stronger, her speech was intermittent, and her body was shaking.

Zhang Yiming felt that he had no choice but to do anything about such a drunk and sad woman.

He could only grab Guan Ling's hands, prevent her from lifting her skirt, and then hugged her in his arms.

OK, I'll hold you.Stop making trouble, okay?

no.How long can you hold this way?I want you to say that the underwear looks good, and you like it, they can hold me every day.

Good-looking, good-looking, I like it.

Zhang Yiming gave in helplessly, hoping that Guan Ling would forget all this after sobering up.

Guan Ling immediately laughed, OK, then look again, I will take off my skirt... and let you look, see... clearly...

Zhang Yiming was shocked and then he remembered that drunk people usually do this endlessly. What if she lets do this?While hugging Guan Ling, he quickly knocked on the door and asked the waiter to check the bill.

2 He helped the shaking Guan Ling leave the restaurant and came downstairs. He just got out of the elevator and encountered another trouble.

It turned out that the two ladies who were slapped countless times by Guan Ling last night were guarding downstairs with several young men who looked like gangsters. When they saw Zhang Yiming and Guan Ling, the gangster stopped them and told Zhang Yiming to talk to him. When Zhang Yiming saw this attitude, he knew that the two ladies were beaten yesterday and now they are bringing people to seek revenge.

These people who make chickens usually have chicken heads. The chicken heads are small local gangsters, and the big ones are some powerful black bosses. They receive commissions from the lady's income and provide protection to the lady.

Zhang Yiming probably followed these people from outside the Yangcheng Hotel.

The security guards at the entrance of Yangcheng Hotel are strict, so they are not convenient for them to cause trouble there.

There was a drunk Guan Ling and Zhang Yiming who had already felt very troublesome, but now he was stopped by such a few people, and he couldn't help but feel that these chicken heads and pheasants were too arrogant.

As if in order to prove his arrogance, before Zhang Yiming could speak, a young lady had already rushed to Guan Ling. She probably thought that there were a few men supporting her today, and saw Zhang Yiming's literary spirit and Guan Ling's drunkenness again. The young lady was quite confident and scolded Guan Ling: "A stinky bitch, dare to hit me."

As he said that, he slapped Guan Ling hard in the face, trying to make up for all the losses he suffered last night.

Zhang Yiming knew that Guan Ling was drunk and was afraid that she would suffer a loss. He looked at the lady's raised arm and stretched out his hand to hold her.

However, to everyone's surprise, although the lady's hand was held by Zhang Yiming, a crisp sound came, but Guan Ling hit the lady in the face.

It turns out that although Guan Ling was drunk, she was not unconscious after all. With her experience of spending many years on the world, how could she not understand what happened in front of her?

If the lady didn't take action first, Guan Ling would be ready to bear it and see the situation. Who would know that this lady was not alive and dead, how could Guan Ling show mercy?

The lady was slapped to the ground with a slap. Since Guan Ling had already started, she stopped hesitating. She took advantage of the drunkenness and threw Zhang Yiming away, rushed to the middle of the people opposite in two steps. Without saying a word, she started to beat her up.

A few gangsters didn't know how powerful Guan Ling was. Before they could react, they were already beaten up. They all fell to the ground in less than three minutes.

Because the scene was on the street in front of the building, although it was already past ten o'clock at night, it was not too late for Guangzhou people. A drunken beautiful woman fought with a few little hooligans in the street, and they were knocked down in a few seconds. It was bustling now, and many people stopped and watched immediately.

Guan Ling was drunk and angry, and she was beaten up. After several gangsters cleaned up, only another lady stood aside with fear and trembling. She didn't know if she forgot to run away or didn't dare to leave her head and ran away by herself.

When Guan Ling saw this lady, she became even more angry. Thinking that everything was caused by these two bitches, Guan Ling rushed forward and pushed a palm at the lady's chest...

3 Zhang Yiming didn’t expect that Guan Ling could still beat her so much when she was drunk.

If Zhang Yiming was still a little sympathetic to the two ladies being beaten by Guan Ling last night because of a misunderstanding, today they were so entangled here and tried to retaliate and blackmail here, which made Zhang Yiming very unhappy.

After all, Guan Ling was not the fault of last night. The two ladies were the direct cause of Guan Ling's actions. As for their losses, it was a matter of ability and had nothing to do with the right or wrong of the matter.

Because of this idea, Zhang Yiming did not stop him when he saw Guan Ling take action. It would be better to teach these gangsters a lesson.

But just as Guan Ling pushed a palm to the last lady, Zhang Yiming suddenly saw Guan Ling's eyes, which was a cruel and almost deadly look, which was exactly the same as Guan Ling's eyes that Zhang Yiming saw on the night of Zhou Tian's sacrifice.

No, Zhang Yiming screamed in his heart and rushed forward.

Zhang Yiming remembered Wu Qingyang, who had once been in Guan Ling's lower body. Wu Qingyang had the foundation to build internal skills, and what else could this lady have besides some professional bed skills?

If she gets like this, how can she be saved?

Guan Ling!

Zhang Yiming stopped with a cry, and at the same time, he crashed into Guan Ling and the lady's body, and slapped Guan Ling's palm.

With a bang, Guan Ling was really using force. Zhang Yiming's arms numb and his body couldn't help but tilt.

Because of the fight, Guan Ling's stomach was already infuriating, and the alcohol in her stomach became even more disturbed. She was shocked by Zhang Yiming's thrust. She couldn't help but rush up her qi and blood, and her stomach churned. With a wow, she bent down and vomited.

Zhang Yiming took this opportunity to drink at the lady and the gangsters: Why don’t you get out of here?

The group of people supported each other and ran away in shame.

Zhang Yiming knew that this place was a street after all, and they were not inconvenient to stay for a long time, otherwise it would be troublesome to get 110.

He didn't dare to hesitate, so he supported Guan Ling, and the taxi he was recruiting left in a flash.

The two sides left the field, and the onlookers talked about the drunken woman just now, while gradually dissipating.

4 In the taxi, Guan Ling felt dissatisfied at this time and fell asleep with a daze on Zhang Yiming.

Zhang Yiming looked at the groggy Guan Ling and recalled her eyes and the palm that held power. Although she was a little confused after drinking too much, the viciousness in her personality can still be seen here. Otherwise, how could she attack a lady like this?

Thinking of Zhou Tian again, Zhang Yiming, who had changed his mind in the past few days, felt hatred for Guan Ling again, wishing he could pull her to Zhou Tian’s grave in a car and stab her.

Back in the hotel room, Zhang Yiming, who was in a bad mood, kept Guan Ling on the bed.The newly bought skirt of Guan Ling was still stained with spitting stains, and Zhang Yiming was too lazy to clean up for her, so he was about to go back to his room.

At this moment, Guan Ling woke up, grabbed Zhang Yiming's hand, and murmured: Don't leave, accompany me.

OK, you're drunk, rest yourself.

Zhang Yiming pulled Guan Ling's hand away and said coldly.

As soon as Zhang Yiming turned around, Guan Ling grabbed him again.No leave allowed.

Have you enough?

Zhang Yiming threw his hand away angrily. He was in a very bad mood. He wanted to slap her twice with this sometimes vicious woman.

Guan Ling rolled from the bed to the floor. She reached out to touch her hand and suddenly took out a knife from under her pillow and pointed it at Zhang Yiming.

You go, I... will kill, kill... you...

Guan Ling stood up shakingly, her eyes turned red, and she said to Zhang Yiming drunk.

Zhang Yiming, who was already angry at the thought of the past, became even more angry when he saw the knife in Guan Ling's hand. This was another dagger of the evil flower that he had seen more than once. Zhou Tian died under such a dagger.

Zhang Yiming could no longer control himself and rushed to Guan Ling. The drunk Guan Ling had no time to react, so Zhang Yiming took the dagger away when he broke his hand.

Zhang Yiming pressed Guan Ling down on the bed with his back hand.What do you want to do?Ah?What do you want to do?Don't you just want me to mess with you?

Zhang Yiming angrily pulled down the zipper in front of his pants...

The spear, which was not sexually interesting under anger, was not yet firm, so Zhang Yiming pulled Guan Ling up again, grabbed her hair, and pressed the spearhead against her mouth.Do Ah!

He roared angrily.