After being reborn as a rich and beautiful woman, she let herself go.

Chapter 15 Are You My Husband Luo 9 Yu?

Hua Meimei's cheeks were flushed with a faint blush, and her eyes were slightly dazed, clearly indicating that she was already a little tipsy.

Instead of being angry, the man in the floral shirt who was pushed away laughed. He reeked of alcohol and slithered towards her like an eel.

"This beauty is quite strong."

She dodged to the side, and the man missed.

Another man eagerly rolled up his sweater sleeves: "Take her to an empty private room."

People outside couldn't hear anything coming from the toilet.

The dimly lit private room was blasting deafening music. People had to shout to speak.

If they really take her to a deserted place, one can imagine what will happen next.

At the beginning of the year, in order to protect himself, the original owner had the idea of ​​learning Taekwondo.

Unfortunately, he didn't stick with it and only attended a few classes sporadically before giving up.

The original owner didn't learn it well, but some basic techniques of the movements still remained in her memory.

These two men were clearly from wealthy and powerful families; their clothes and watches were extremely expensive.

Perhaps they had done something similar before they met Hua Meimei, and in the end, they settled everything with money.

However, Flower Berry wouldn't let them do whatever they wanted to her.

When the man in the floral shirt reached out to grab her first, she grabbed his arm and gave him a hard over-the-shoulder throw.

The man in the floral shirt was curled up on the ground, wincing in pain.

Seeing this, another man in a sweater tried to pounce on her. She kicked a nearby trash can, which hit him squarely in the face.

The other person covered their face, squatted on the ground, and wailed loudly, blood streaming from their nose. "Holy crap, this woman..."

The man in the floral shirt had recovered by now. He crawled over, grabbed her left ankle, and tried to pull her down by hugging her leg.

How could she give him a chance? She raised her other foot and stomped hard on his head.

The man in the sweater, who was covering his face, heard his friend's scream and saw through his slits that his friend's head was bouncing back and forth between her high heels and the floor.

The man in the sweater, still in shock, knew he had encountered a formidable woman and turned tail and ran, ignoring his friend's pleas for help.

"What's your name?"

The man at her feet gradually lost the strength to shout. Hua Meimei stopped what she was doing, squatted down, and grabbed the hair of the man in the floral shirt.

"I...I..." The man in the floral shirt was about the same age as her, and he couldn't beat her. He felt like a deflated balloon.

“I asked—what’s your name?” She pulled his hair harder, forcing him to look up.

His chin and forehead were bruised from being stepped on.

Blood streamed down my face and down my neck. My head was spinning.

The woman in the floral shirt was terrified. "Am I going to die?"

"I won't die. I'm controlling the intensity." Hua Meimei let out a burp, the smell of alcohol wafting out.

He controlled his strength, yet he was still so ruthless. If he hadn't controlled his strength, his life would have been in danger...

This is the first time I've run into a tough opponent.

"Things don't happen more than three times. My patience is limited. Tell me, what's your name?" Her tone was harsh.

"My name is He Dalang," he answered softly.

What's the name of the friend who ran away?

"His name is Wang Zheng."

"I'll remember you. If I find out you ever dare to harass girls again, it won't be as simple as just drawing blood today."

She grabbed He Dalang's chin and gave him a fierce warning.

He Dalang looked at her beautiful face with a fierce glint in her eyes, feeling a chill run down his spine. It turns out that the more beautiful a woman is, the sharper her thorns are.

"Did you remember?" she asked.

He Dalang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

She clapped her hands, stood up, and went to wash her hands.

He Dalang lay on the ground, too afraid to move. His head was throbbing so badly that he couldn't move for the time being.

A hurried figure suddenly rushed into the restroom.

As she washed her hands and prepared to leave, she bumped into the man who barged in.

They almost bumped right into each other.

She smelled his pleasant scent, like the fresh fragrance of pine trees in the snow and ice of winter.

This was the first time Luo Jiuyu had been so close to her. Looking down, he saw her cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

She squinted her half-drunk eyes and asked, "Why is our creditor here?"

She thought she was so drunk she was hallucinating?

When he saw that she was safe and sound, his expression quickly calmed down, but he still couldn't hide the panic he had just felt.

She stepped aside and walked out of the restroom.

Luo Jiuyu turned her head to look at He Dalang, who was getting up from the ground, and her gaze immediately turned cold.

He recognized He Dalang, the son of the He family's catering business.

This man idles away his days, squandering his family's money. He bought his university degree, and he changes girlfriends more often than clothes.

The wounds and blood on He Dalang's body were shocking to Luo Jiuyu.

Hua Meimei, a frail woman, was able to defeat He Dalang, who was a head taller than her.

It turns out Wang Zheng wasn't lying.

He underestimated her.

Amo had just come out of the private room where he had interrogated Wang Zheng and hurriedly chased after him.

He rushed into the bathroom, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to help beat someone up when he was stunned by what he saw.

"What happened?" Amo asked Luo Jiuyu. "You played it? You finished so quickly without waiting for me?"

He Dalang shrank into a corner in fear, terrified. His crotch was soaked.

Luo Jiuyu turned to face outside and patted Amo on the shoulder, "You recognize him, right? I want to see the news of He's Catering Enterprises closing down within three days."

"Oh, okay..." Amo realized something was wrong and looked around. "Where's Berry?"

"I'm leaving," Luo Jiuyu said as she walked out of the men's restroom.

Outside the private room, through a round glass panel, Luo Jiuyu saw Hua Meimei inside, gulping down a beer from a bottle.

The employees around her were cheering her on.

"Hua Zong is mighty, Hua Zong has a huge capacity for alcohol."

This wife is such a worry. Luo Jiuyu frowned.

Just then, a waiter pushed a cart to deliver wine to Hua Meimei's private room.

He gestured for the waiter to come over, gave him a tip, said a few words, and then walked outside.

The waiter took the money and went into the private room with a smile to serve the drinks.

Luo Jiuyu stood outside the club, his posture upright, his black coat perfectly highlighting his cool demeanor.

He exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay, like an unapproachable god in the dark.

A group of women came out of the club and wanted to ask him for his phone number, but none of them dared to approach him.

She could only glance at him a few more times with seductive eyes before walking away.

"The great river flows eastward, the stars in the sky point to the Big Dipper, wow, wow, oh hey oh hey oh hey oh hey oh hey oh hey oh hey..."

A slightly intoxicated, unrestrained singing voice drifted to the entrance of the clubhouse, accompanied by Hua Meimei's staggering steps.

Luo Jiuyu stared intently at Hua Meimei, suppressing the surge of anger welling up inside him.

Hua Meimei shouted, "Who's looking for me at the door?"

She lost her balance and slipped on one of her high heels. She almost fell to the ground, but Luo Jiuyu caught her.

"Oh, the creditor is looking for me?"

She laughed and turned around, using the force of his arm around her waist to wrap her arms around his neck and hook her arms around his neck.

"You..." He was startled; the two of them were in a very ambiguous position.

Her dreamy eyes were full of laughter. "Are you my husband, Luo Jiuyu? You look just like him. Hmm...you're so handsome...can I kiss you?"

The last sentence wasn't asking for his opinion; it was her talking to herself.

As soon as she finished speaking, she pouted and pressed her lips against his slightly cold, thin lips.