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When he walked into the bar just now, he saw Jiang Chuyan lying in the corner of the sofa, revealing a snow-white waist.

The man next to him gave the boy that drooling disgusting expression.

On the sofa, Jiang Chuyan's amber eyes widened, and he asked ignorantly, "Husband, why are you here?"

Next to him, Zhou Chengmu fell to the ground and wanted to get up and resist, but the bodyguards in black who came in then pinned him on the sofa, unable to move at all.

Yu Yuan suppressed the anger that was surging in his heart, kept silent, and leaned over to hug the boy on the sofa into his arms.

Feeling the warm body of the young man in his arms, Yu Yuan finally became at ease.

In such a mixed bar, he was most afraid that the young master would be in danger.

Inexplicably being held in his arms by a man, Jiang Chuyan felt a rebellious mentality in his heart and wanted to escape from the man's arms.

"Husband, don't hug me."

Jiang Chuyan patted the man's chest with his hands and struggled hard.

"You actually want to put me in a small dark room. You are so annoying. I don't want you to care about me."

Smelling the strong smell of alcohol on the boy's body, Yu Yuan's face was ashen, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

Jiang Chuyan frowned and said angrily, "I'm so old, why can't I drink."

"I'm going to drink, hum, you can't control me."

The corners of Yu Yuan's lips pursed into a straight line, suppressing the surging anger.

Undercurrents surging beneath the calm surface, like the eve of a volcanic eruption.

He was reluctant to use force on the young master, and wanted the young master to slowly accept him, get used to his existence, and finally never leave him again. He held the young master on the tip of his heart and carefully guarded it, for fear of making the young master uncomfortable.

He regarded him as the little young master who was protecting his heart. He was lying in the arms of other men just now, showing such a charming smile to other men. It really touched his back.

Go outside, the cold wind blows on your body.

Jiang Chuyan woke up a little and licked her moist lips, "Where are you going to hold me?"

"I don't want to go with you, I'm going back to drink!"

Yu Yuan walked out silently, his arms collapsed with extremely suppressed blue veins.

He had suppressed his anger to the extreme, and the young man had to add fuel to the fire.

Jiang Chuyan's beautiful brows and eyes were flushed, and he kept struggling in the man's arms, saying hurtful words in his mouth.

"Who do you think you are? Why do you care about me!"

"I don't want to go home with you! Just let me down!"

"Yu Yuan, what are you trying to do?!"

The strings of reason snapped suddenly.

Yu Yuan's anger burned his senses completely, and he suppressed the boy against the wall.

"I think. Young Master Grass."

Yu Yuan's brows were sullen, and his fingertips pinched the young man's fair jaw.

The young man's skin is thin, and with a slight pinch, a pale red mark appears.

Yu Yuan's pupils were scarlet, and he chuckled lightly, "Young master, do you want grass?"

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Chapter 29

Hearing what Yu Yuan said, Jiang Chuyan was stunned for a few seconds.

After reacting, her pretty face turned red with anger.

Is Yu Yuan deliberately humiliating him when he said such unpleasant words to him? !

Jiang Chuyan's face turned red and white, his chest heaved slightly with anger, and the ends of his eyes were dyed light red.

The young master tried his best to scour his stomach for swearing words for a long time, and finally cursed angrily:

"Yu Yuan, you are too much!"

Yu Yuan looked down at the young master who was pressed against the wall by him.

The young master's two wrists were held high above his head and pressed against the wall, like fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

The corners of Yu Yuan's lips curled into a sneering arc, and teased, "Is this too much?"

"Master, I haven't done it yet."

Is there anything more exaggerated? ? ?

Damn it, there is no reason! ! !

The wine was surging, anger was surging in his heart, and Jiang Chuyan was so angry that he lost his mind. He pulled out his right hand and slapped Yu Yuan's side face with 70% of his strength.

Jiang Chuyan's strength was low at first, and after drinking, his body became even weaker, and he couldn't exert any strength.

The force of the slap is smaller than that of a cat's tickling.

Yu Yuan held the boy's slender and fair right wrist.

Turning his face to the side, he gently placed a kiss on the boy's wrist.

Extremely devout and loving.

Yu Yuan's eyes were fascinated, and he kissed vaguely along the boy's knuckles.

From the white finger pulp, to the well-defined knuckles, and finally touching the palm of his hand, he gently licked the boy's palm.

Feeling the moistness of his fingertips, Jiang Chuyan's cheeks were dyed bright red, and he tried to pull his hand back.

His wrist was firmly held by the man, and he couldn't break free.

"You let me go!"

A dense itch bloomed in the palm of his hand. Jiang Chuyan couldn't ignore this strange feeling, and his cheeks were flushed and he scolded: "Yu Yuan, don't touch me!"

Yu Yuan's expression was weird and grotesque, and his pleasant voice was like spirits with ice added, and he threatened, "Young master, be more obedient."

"If the young master is not good, I can't help but do some bad things."

"At that time, the young master may cry."

The undisguised possessiveness in Yu Yuan's eyes was shocking.His expression was relaxed as if he was talking about something as common as eating and drinking.

Jiang Chuyan's face was pale, his long and thick eyelashes trembled, and he asked in a dry voice, "Yu Yuan, what are you doing?"

"Didn't I tell the young master?"

Yu Yuan leaned close to his ear, his warm breath sprinkled on the auricle, and his voice was hoarse: "I want to lock the young master and handcuffs to the bedpost of the bed, the young master can't go anywhere, so he can only lie down obediently.Wait for me in bed."

Hearing such a description, Jiang Chuyan's body was icy cold, and a cold chill ran up his back.