Chapter 139 If You Have Any Questions, Go to Du Niang

"Oh... great, keep going."

Suddenly, the other side of the sofa cheered.

Yan Rusheng looked over, and the expression on Jun's face and his movements froze.

His fingers inadvertently relaxed, and the cup slipped from between his fingers, falling to the ground and shattering.

He came back to his senses and quickly looked down at the ground. The dim light shone on the broken glass, reflecting the flickering light.

He actually felt very dazzling.

The sound of the cup breaking attracted everyone's attention.

Someone over there joked, "Yan San, what kind of cup did you throw?"

"Fuck, which one of your eyes saw me throwing the cup?" Yan Rusheng stood up angrily and swore.

His roar frightened everyone, and the music stopped.

What's going on?

After realizing it, Master Yan felt that he had been a little excited just now.

'Ahem.' He cleared his throat again, "The old lady made several calls to urge me. She said she had something to do when she got home, so I'll leave first."

After saying that, he walked towards the door.

The steps are a little hasty.

Wen Xuxu frowned and looked at Yan Rusheng's last look at his back, and thought to himself, what kind of anger is this?

Why did the old lady urge him to go home because of something? She was obviously angry.

Yan Rusheng left for a long time before everyone came out of the fire he had just made.

"Is this guy Xuxu drunk alone?"

Ming Ansheng pointed at the closed door of the private room, shook his head and said funnyly.

Xuxu rolled her eyes inwardly, thinking that if the young master was angry, she would be innocently shot.

Yan Rusheng went out and walked straight into the bathroom, standing in front of the sink and looking at himself in the mirror.

His mind was filled with the image of Wen Xuxu kissing Jiang Zhuoheng's cheek just now.

She closed her eyes and looked shy.

As if under a spell, the image lingered in his mind.

This tortured him so much that he turned on the faucet, bent down and picked up a handful of water and poured it on his face.

He must have had too much to drink, that's for sure.

The moment he stepped out of the bathroom, he suddenly had the urge to drag Wen Xuxu out of the private room and drag him home.

Of course, in the end he overcame himself rationally.

When he got home, he took a shower and lay on the bed. The picture still haunted him, and he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

It was originally the most comfortable season of the year, but he was sweating all over.

The less you want to think about it, the more you have to think about it.

"What the hell!" Yan Rusheng cursed irritably, sat up, reached out and turned on the light, and his eyes lit up.

Then he got out of bed, walked to the sofa with bare feet, sat down, opened the laptop on the coffee table, and then opened the browser.

He remembered Wen Xuxu saying, 'If you have any questions, go to Du Niang.'

A pair of beautiful hands were typing on the keyboard.

‘Why is it that I feel so upset when I see a very annoying woman kissing another man? ’

He tapped the OK button lightly with his slender fingers, and a lot of related answers came out, from different websites.

He clicked on one randomly and came here to gossip.

The poster's description is not exactly the same as his. There are quite a few people answering below, and the answers they gave are also different.

Master Yan thought for a while and decided to make a post himself.

Posting started by registering an account. The first thing to fill in was a nickname. He casually typed in the pinyin of 'Xuxu', and the system automatically generated the idiom 'Xiushusheng' for her.