Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 363 Little 5 Little 6 Little 7

Seeing the drama queen in the audience, who kept saying that he was Cheng Yan, and the story he made up, he described him as a heartless man who abandoned his children and lover after hooking up with a rich man. Cheng Yan was sure that he was taking revenge! He was taking revenge on himself for using his name!

With his body tense, Cheng Yan tried hard to suppress the urge to rush off the stage and fight with Tartaglia.

Funina turned her head very quickly, regaining some of her lively look, and looked at the three people's faces with curiosity.

But Cheng Yan hadn't said whether he was willing or not, so Funina spoke again.

"Uh... groom Tartaglia, are you willing to..."

"I..." do!

"He doesn't want to."

A deep voice containing endless pressure came from the crowd.

Cheng Yan's pupils were really about to tremble. If he had a tail behind him, it would have definitely stood up straight.

“Great, great, great…”

The man was wearing the uniform of a Fatui executive, and the silver-white and black mask on his face reflected a dazzling light under the sun.

Cheng Yan moved the hand that was held by Villette, not daring to turn his head to look at his expression, and moved slowly, step by step, towards Dotore.

"Great, great... This is a misunderstanding. I can explain it."

Dotore put his arm around his shoulders without resistance and asserted his sovereignty in a savage manner.

The action looked possessive, but the force was not very strong. His fingers lightly grasped Cheng Yan's shoulders. When their sides touched each other, Cheng Yan felt that he moved to the side, as if he was deliberately keeping a distance from him.

It’s strange, is Zanzan going crazy?

At this time, if you didn't carry him and throw him onto the bed, and your body was pressed against him for a moment, would he still move out?

"Thumbs up to you...?!!!"

Seeing the face with a widening smile under the mask, Cheng Yanfang felt an aura that was completely different from Dotole's.

“Why are you wearing Zanzan’s clothes?!!”

Cheng Yan tried hard to restrain himself from yelling, but at this moment another voice yelled out.

"Okay! I thought you were just greedy for fame and fortune, and left without saying goodbye because you despised your poor family. I didn't expect you were greedy for beauty!"

Tartaglia said in an accusing tone, raising his hand and pointing at Villette.

"He's a mistress!"

Then point to "Dotore".

"He's the fourth child! Do you have a fifth, sixth, or seventh child out there?! Have you ever cared about me and our child?"

The eyes of the people around, along with Tartaglia's accusations, fell on Cheng Yan like a laser hospital, silently accusing him of being an unfaithful man.

Cheng Yan: Destroy it, I'm tired.

Tartaglia enjoyed making up such a melodramatic story, but when he saw Cheng Yanru staggering after being struck by lightning, he knew he had to quit while he was ahead.

He flexed his wrist, looked up at Villette with a stern expression, and then looked at "Dottore".

Then he suddenly raised his hand, the water elemental power surged, and water blades besieged Pantalone from all directions.

Pantalone was extremely calm and picked up Cheng Yan to block him.

"grass."

Cheng Yan stepped hard on his foot and glared at him fiercely.

"Wait! I'll complain to Zanzan when I get back!"

The sturdy man with blue eyes in the crowd saw the three men fighting and stood up excitedly to watch.

Alecino, who had been dormant for a long time, looked fierce, raised his hand and signaled, and several specially made giant nets were shot towards the burly man.

Pantalone picked up Cheng Yan and threw him, "Think carefully about how to explain to Dotore before you file a complaint. Let's get down to business first and catch that guy."

While distractedly talking to Cheng Yan, Tartaglia punched Pantalone in the lower abdomen.

Cheng Yan raised his eyebrows and even whistled, "Well done."

Tartaglia was stunned for a moment before retracting his fist, "Sorry, I was too quick."

Pantarone smiled, "Haha, it does matter."

Before Tartaglia could plead for mercy, he was blown away by a burst of force the next second.

"Hey! I already said it wasn't intentional!"