Peach Fortune Ring

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"I hate people who don't follow the rules of the game I made!" The man in the floral shirt gave Song Yan a disdainful look, then raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

"Snapped!"

One of the four strong men standing on both sides of him walked towards Song Yan with a bad expression, and then slapped him on the cheek.

But the result is...

"boom!"

Song Yan kicked up, and the strong man flew away in response, then fell to the ground and passed out quite simply.

"Kakkaka!"

Seeing this scene, the other three strong men quickly took out their pistols, loaded them with bullets, and aimed their guns at Song Yan.

"You are so arrogant, you dare to hit people on my territory!" The man in the flower shirt squinted his eyes, and his gaze towards Song Yan became extremely unfriendly.

"Because I have arrogant capital!" Song Yan smiled lightly, and then three coins flew out of his hand.

The coin was like lightning, and instantly hit the wrists of the three strong men holding the guns. With the screams of the three, all the guns in their hands fell.

At this moment, Song Yan's ghostly figure suddenly appeared.

"Bang bang bang!"

Accompanied by three dull sounds, the three strong men followed in the footsteps of their companions and were all knocked unconscious to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the man in the floral shirt was taken aback for a moment, and immediately reached into his arms to draw a gun, but at this moment, a phantom flashed, Song Yan appeared behind him, and grabbed his neck.

The strong fingers were shrinking, and the hand of the man in the flowered shirt who had just touched the pistol hung down feebly.

Song Yan reached out and took the gun from the man in the flower shirt, then threw it on the ground, and pointed the gun at him for fun: "Now, is there a third choice?"

"boom!"

The door of the room was kicked open, and four strong men outside the door rushed in, aiming their guns at Song Yan.

"Shhhhhhh!"

Song Yan did not see any movement, four coins flew out, and hit the throats of the four strong men precisely, and the four fell to the ground very simply.

The man in the flower shirt was completely desperate, and all his subordinates were knocked out. The man in front of him was really terrifying. Thinking of this, he regretted it very much.

"Wow!"

At this moment, Song Yan made a move that shocked both the man in the floral shirt and Jiang Wan'er.

When he put his hands together, the pistol was directly crumpled into a ball by him.

"Snapped!"

Song Yan threw the lump of iron in front of the man in the flower shirt, and said coldly: "Remember, some people are not something you can provoke, if there is another time, I will kill you directly!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Yan walked to Jiang Wan'er's side, pulled her up who was still in shock, and strode out of the box.

Chapter 2 The Southwest Song Family

After walking out of the bar, Song Yan took the initiative to let go of Jiang Wan'er's hand, which made her realize that Song Yan had been holding her hand the whole time.

"Song Yan, thank you so much tonight...!"

"Okay!" Song Yan interrupted Jiang Wan'er with a smile: "You have already said thank you to me, so don't say any more, let's go, let's go back to the hotel together."

After taking two steps, Song Yan found that Jiang Wan'er hadn't followed, and couldn't help but look back at her suspiciously: "Why, aren't you going back to the hotel?"

"This...!" A trace of shyness and struggle appeared on Jiang Wan'er's face.

Song Yan is so smart, when he saw Jiang Wan'er's expression, he immediately understood that she had misunderstood him, so he smiled and said, "I also live in Yangon Hotel."

"what!"

Jiang Wan'er let out a low cry, her face turned even more blushing, and she felt even more embarrassed in her heart. She actually thought he wanted... It turned out that he also stayed at the Yangon Hotel.

"Actually, we've met before." Song Yan continued.

"Is there?" Jiang Wan'er tried hard to recall, but the embarrassment in her heart subsided a lot.

"I was sitting next to you in the hotel restaurant last night."

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice." Jiang Wan'er said with some embarrassment.

"It's okay, by the way, you came to the bar to drink tonight, is it because of that Mr. Song from last night?"

"En." Jiang Wan'er nodded, complex colors flashed in her eyes, there was sadness, anger, but more helplessness, and her mood also became depressed.

After that, the two of them didn't speak any more, they just walked towards the hotel quietly.

Entering the elevator, Song Yan asked Jiang Wan'er: "Which floor do you live on?"

"Ninth floor." Jiang Wan'er said.

"Coincidentally, I also live on the ninth floor." Song Yan said in surprise.

Jiang Wan'er was also taken aback, but immediately, she looked at Song Yan with a little more vigilance, but she had doubts about Song Yan, whether he approached her on purpose.

That fleeting vigilance did not escape Song Yan's eyes.

He smiled and didn't speak.

The elevator went up all the way to the ninth floor, Song Yan stretched out his hand to signal Jiang Wan'er to go out first.

The two walked out of the elevator one after another, and Song Yan said again: "Miss Jiang, I live in 808, go this way, how about you?"

Hearing that Song Yan actually lives in No. 808, Jiang Wan'er's eyes became more vigilant, because she lives in No. 809. Could it be that she really approached me on purpose?

"Jiang Wan'er!"

A loud shout interrupted her train of thought.

The two looked up and found that Sein Fei was coming with two bodyguards full of anger.

Tonight, he booked the hotel restaurant and arranged a candlelight dinner.

However, Jiang Wan'er actually let him go.

So, he brought someone to the guest room where Jiang Waner lived to look for her, knocked on the door for a long time, but no one responded. He was about to leave, but saw Jiang Waner and a man coming out of the elevator.

What made him even more mad was that the man was taller, handsomer, and younger than him.