Chapter 743 Smiling at Other Men

The bar manager took Xuan Ying to a luxurious and remote private room, where he sat on a dark red sofa.

His dark glazed eyes accurately captured Feng Lingxue's pretty figure. At this moment, she was sitting next to a young man, who was holding her slender waist, just like a couple in an intimate posture.

There were many young men around her, including Xuan Mu, and they all stared at her covetously.

Xuan Ying's eyes were like ink, soaked with gloomy coldness. When he gave her to Xuan Mu, he had already kicked Xuan Mu to pieces, so he naturally knew that Xuan Mu could not touch her.

Now the entire Nanxing Palace is under his surveillance. Ah Zhou came to report that Xuan Mu did not touch her these days.

But he really didn't expect that Xuan Mu would give her to his good friends as soon as he got off the bed.

Xuan Ying narrowed his glazed eyes. He was not surprised by Xuan Mu's behavior. What surprised him was... she seemed to be quite adaptable.

She didn't struggle at all when being touched by those people.

She even put her little face in the arms of that Mr. Zheng.

Xuanying's handsome eyebrows were covered with a layer of terrifying yin. She repeatedly betrayed him and played with him. These days, he forced himself not to think about her. She was beaten and abused in the South Palace. Someone told him everything, and he felt that he should let her suffer!

Everything was under his control.

However, he felt a little irritated. This feeling was indescribable, as if... she had changed.

Where did she change?

He didn't know.

At this time, a hot dance sounded, and a beautiful woman came on stage to dance pole dancing.

Pole dancing has always been the most exciting and hottest part of the bar. The men below quickly stood up and started whistling.

"Master." Ah Zhou poured half a glass of red wine and handed it to Xuanying respectfully.

Xuanying leaned lazily on the sofa, his two long legs casually and evilly overlapped. He took a sip of red wine and then glanced at the stage lightly.

The beauty was young and beautiful, and her pole dancing was very hot, and the audience was excited.

He curled his thin lips lightly, with an indescribable sarcasm, and she danced well?

It only means that these people have not seen better.

Xuanying's mind flashed the dance posture of Feng Lingxue wrapped in a ribbon and leaping up in the imperial capital that day. He has never forgotten it.

At this time, a burst of booing sounded in his ears, "Do you want to see Feng Lingxue from A Jiao's room dance pole dancing?"

Xuanying's big hand holding the wine glass quickly stagnated, and he gently lifted his eyelids to look at Feng Lingxue.

Those young masters were very excited, "Feng Lingxue, I heard that your dancing posture is stunning, please dance for us."

Xuan Mu sneered, "What else can she dance? Look at her face, it's ruined, don't go on stage to scare people!"

The young master Zheng looked at the word "slave" on Feng Lingxue's face and shook his head regretfully.

Feng Lingxue knew that tonight was a great opportunity to escape. Among these young masters, this Master Zheng was the most lustful.

She could only start with Master Zheng. She had to charm him so that he would take her away from here.

"Okay, I'll go and dance." Feng Lingxue said.

Master Zheng's eyes lit up, "Feng Lingxue, can you do it? The word slave on your face is really too ugly!"

"Master Zheng, lend me something."

...

Xuanying's ears rang with a tide of applause and shouts, "Feng Lingxue! Feng Lingxue! Feng Lingxue!"

Feng Lingxue had already walked onto the stage, wearing a white veil on her face.

The lights in the hall had been turned off, leaving only the small round lights on the stage. Feng Lingxue raised her slender hands, unbuttoned her black windbreaker, and then threw it off the stage.

"It's mine!"

"It's mine!"

A group of men fought to grab the coat.

Feng Lingxue was now wearing a black see-through chiffon shirt, which perfectly covered the hideous scars on her body, and faintly revealed her thin suspenders and her slender waist. As soon as she came on stage, she instantly took everyone's breath away.

Feng Lingxue climbed up the pole and began to dance.

Her flexible figure was like a willow, which could be folded into various shapes. After so many years of being raised in Gillian's room, she was surrounded by a watery and soft charm that other women could not reach.

As she danced, the whole audience held their breath.

Feng Lingxue felt a deep and hot gaze falling on her, coming from the box, Xuanying.

Xuanying was looking at her.

Ever since she came on stage, his eyes had been fixed on her.

Feng Lingxue raised her eyes and looked at him.

Xuanying had been looking at Feng Lingxue, curling his thin lips, and his look was indescribably condescending. When he saw her looking over, he glanced at her gently.

That's right, those young masters are nothing compared to him. A vain and fickle woman like her will definitely choose him.

Xuanying's gloomy and irritable mood just now was swept away by her active seduction. He didn't know why she was being hypocritical?

He secretly thought that if she asked him for mercy at the engagement banquet, maybe... he wouldn't let Xuan Mu tattoo her face.

Now, isn't she trying to attract him and depend on him?

Xuanying looked at her with an incomparable sense of superiority, but the next second Feng Lingxue gently moved her eyes away. She looked at Mr. Zheng and smiled sweetly.

Xuanying looked at this scene, "..."

His whole handsome facial features suddenly sank, and he raised his hand and threw it, and the red wine glass in his hand was directly broken by him.

She was not attracting him!

She was actually attracting the nameless Mr. Zheng!

She dared?

How dare she?

Xuanying's muscular chest rose and fell, and his dark glass eyes were filled with a bloody and violent aura. Suddenly he raised his hand and pressed his head.

His head hurt.

It felt like it was going to split.

His breathing became tighter and tighter. He felt uncomfortable and wanted to beat and kill people. A morbid sense of violence spread from his bones and blood.