Chapter 43 Is Aunt Satisfied?

Mu Wanqing smiled slyly, "I don't have any other demands, just give me some compensation, and let her pay me some medical expenses and mental damage expenses."

Little money is more important than anything else.

Yan Jun: "..."

Is this woman still so skinny after being beaten?

However, Yan Jun didn't have the heart to think about anything else at this time.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at Mu Wanqing's scratches, frowned tightly, and slightly parted his thin lips, "It's so courageous."

Dare to hurt Ye Yuchen's woman in his territory.

Really, what a guts.

Mei'er's heart sank suddenly.

She shook her head desperately, her coquettish purple lips opened and closed, but she still couldn't make a sound.

"Come here." Yan Jun narrowed his eyes and ordered.

Several bartenders who had followed him for a long time understood what he meant, nodded and took a step forward.

"Snapped--"

A slap landed on Meier's left cheek.

A man's strength is much stronger than a woman's. Her head looks like it is about to break off, and she slams it to the side suddenly.

"Ah... ah..."

Meier ran and hid desperately, she gestured to ask for paper money, to explain to Yanjun, or to beg for mercy.

"Bring a pen and paper."

Yan Jun suddenly raised his hand to stop the second slap.

The bartender then handed the paper and pen to Meier, who was lying on the wine table, writing non-stop.

"Boss Yan, everything Mu Wanqing said was a lie to you!"

Her handwriting was very large, so she changed another piece of paper.

"I have danced with you for so many years, don't you still know my character? She, an unknown woman, slandered me, you can't believe it easily!"

Yanjun glanced sideways at Meier's words.

He squinted at her, his eyes seemed to stare right through her, and he suddenly showed a sneer.

"Continue." He said coldly.

Huh, unidentified woman?

Ye Yuchen's woman, even he, Yanjun, dare not mess with him, how could it be a dancer's turn to point fingers here?

"Snapped--"

A slap suddenly hit Meier on the right cheek.

Mei'er only felt that her teeth were shaken twice with the painful slap, and blood flowed out gurglingly.

"Papa papa—"

After several slaps in a row, Mei'er lay on the ground in embarrassment, a little blood from broken teeth flowed from the corners of her lips.

Even her most proud plastic surgery face has countless scratches, which looks like a cat, so ugly that people don't want to look at it.

"Woo..."

Mei'er raised her head, humbly begging Yan Jun.

However, Yan Jun just glanced at her in disgust, then waved his hands and ordered, "Throw it out."

Mei'er cried hoarsely, but she couldn't get a trace of sympathy.

She was supported by two bartenders and thrown outside the door of Zero Bar, like a sow that was no longer useful.

"Tsk, it's bloody." Mu Wanqing shook her head.

"Is my aunt still satisfied?" Yan Jun squeezed out a smile, and looked at her resentfully.

Mu Wanqing nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

After that, she thought for a while, then shook her head again, "What about compensation? What about medical expenses? What about mental damage expenses?"

Don't think that teaching someone a lesson will make her forget about small money!

Yan Jun: "..."

"One hundred thousand, is it enough?" He gritted his teeth and felt a pain in his heart.

Mu Wanqing looked at Yan Jun in surprise, "So generous?"

She reached out and touched his forehead, it wasn't hot, it didn't look like he was sick...

"Are you yourself?" Mu Wanqing blinked.

"Yes." Yan Jun smiled very reluctantly, and then asked the bartender to record the 100,000 yuan into her salary.

Mu Wanqing: The stingy boss is generous to you out of nowhere, what kind of manipulation is this? I'm so beautiful, he must have taken a fancy to me... Waiting online, I'm in a hurry!