How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

The system ran out of Song Wenjing's sea of ​​consciousness and went to open the locked door. Anyway, no one except Song Wenjing could see it.

Yang Yi straightened his body and let the younger brother behind him push him into the room.

All you see is the beauty leaning against the sofa, a cigarette in her hand, one hand resting on the sofa, legs casually clamped together, in the posture of a boss.

Turning to him, he said, "Who are you?"

Yang Yi bent down like a gentleman and handed over the rose. "A blooming rose should be paired with a beautiful woman. Qianyu, the moment I saw you, I knew I had lived in vain for the past 20 years."

"Can you accept my roses? Just like you accept me in your heart." Yang Yi smelled the roses intoxicatedly.

system:[…….]

So greasy...

This person is in trouble!

Song Wenjing put out the cigarette in his hand, veins popping out on his hands. "What did you just say, you idiot? Calling me...beauty?"

You could have attacked me directly, but you chose to disgust me!

Yang Yi had originally been listening attentively to the beauty's voice, but as he listened, he felt that the voice was a little, a little familiar?

His body was stiff, his pupils shrank in fear, and he stammered, "You...you are him?" His hands and feet began to hurt inexplicably, even though he had just taken painkillers.

"What? Did you recognize your grandfather's voice?" Song Wenjing took off his mask, frowned, and stared at Yang Yi's hand with a strange look.

He said sarcastically, "It seems your hand doesn't hurt anymore, otherwise you wouldn't be in the mood to come here. It seems the doctors in Sin City are still quite capable."

"Your hand has been pierced by a needle, and you still have nothing to do but come here to look for beauties. How come your hand doesn't hurt? Look at the rose in your hand. What? You want to sleep with me."

His tone was calm, but he wanted to kill someone in his heart.

Song Wenjing stood up and walked over...

When Yang Yi saw Song Wenjing's face, he felt as if he was struck by lightning, burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, and was so scared that he almost fainted.

"You...don't come over!"

Before the younger brother behind him could react, Yang Yi jumped up from the wheelchair and tried to get out in a panic.

Then he accidentally fell off the wheelchair, "Ah! My foot, my foot." He accidentally hit his foot on the wheelchair.

"Boss...what's wrong with you?"

Song Wenjing has been his nightmare since he was a child. Whenever he thinks of what happened a month ago, he can't help but tremble.

This scene has been lingering in his mind and he can't forget it, which makes him feel scared.

Damn! Ann's preferences are exactly the same!

How did I meet this man again?

The younger brother stood in front of Yang Yi, warning with a fierce look on his face, "You, don't come over here!"

Song Wenjing ignored him and kicked him out, causing him to hit the wall. With a scream of "Ah", the younger brother fainted.

Song Wenjing looked at Yang Yi with amusement, like a mouse meeting a cat. At this time, Yang Yi jumped towards the door on one leg in a funny posture.

Unfortunately, the system had locked the door just now, and Yang Yi couldn't open it no matter how hard he tried.

"Is there anyone there? Let me out, let me out." From now on, An will never secretly meet the man he likes again.

I had originally thought that since An had left, I might as well sneak over and enjoy it. Who knew I'd run into this plague god again? What kind of vision does An have?

The man you liked was the same person both times?

Having seen enough of the show, Song Wenjing grabbed his collar and said gently, "Okay, now we should have a good chat. What dirty thoughts brought you to see me?"

Why the hell would he go to such great lengths to see you in the bar?

Unfortunately, Yang Yi didn't dare to say this at all.

"I... I was wrong. I said I went to the wrong door. Do you believe me?" Yang Yi turned around with a forced smile.

Song Wenjing didn't answer him, but threw him onto the table.

"Ah!" Yang Yi screamed, and the next second he vomited blood. He could feel several of his ribs broken. He didn't know why, but he felt strangely happy inside.

Song Wenjing stepped on his chest and grabbed his hair. "Do I look like a fool? Do you know what the price is for people who want to sleep with me?"

Shit! Everybody wants to fuck him in this bar. Is he a bumper car? Everybody wants to fuck him?

Hey!

Song Wenjing grabbed his hair and slammed him hard on the table. The next second, blood flowed out!

Next, Song Wenjing did not give Yang Yi a chance to speak, and punched Yang Yi again and again. Even though Yang Yi begged for mercy and screamed miserably, he ignored him.

Feeling sorry for others is being irresponsible to yourself!

After he had crippled this man, he wanted to see if he would still be so shameless.

"Ah...I...I was wrong..."

After a while, Yang Yi's face was bruised and one of his teeth was knocked out. He lay on the ground, holding his stomach and groaning in pain. Every part of his body felt as if it had been hit by a stick, and even his muscles were twitching in agony.

Song Wenjing stopped when he heard a sound outside the door.

Yang Yi had already fainted. Song Wenjing poured the tea on the table onto Yang Yi's face and threatened, "If you dare to close your eyes, I will keep them closed forever."

Yang Yi felt a cold feeling on his face. He woke up and just heard Song Wenjing's words. He could only open his eyes helplessly.

Seeing that he understood what was going on, Song Wenjing walked over and opened the door.

The hotel owner outside the door had a look of despair on his face. He had just been pestered by the guest, and now he heard that Yang Yi was missing. He guessed that Yang Yi must have come to Song Wenjing's room.

This guy is really brave. He even dares to target Mr. An's people!

"You..." After opening the door and seeing it was the bar owner, Song Wenjing asked, "What are you doing?"

The bar owner rubbed his hands together and asked timidly, "Mr. Song, is Mr. Yang here? I need to talk to him about something."

Boss Yang? Song Wenjing turned to look at Yang Yi, who was lying on the ground twitching in pain. He must be Boss Yang!

"Well, he offended me. He was really weak and became like that after being hit." Song Wenjing turned sideways to let the bar owner see Yang Yi.

The boss craned his neck to take a look. Oh my god! Was that the result of a beating? He saw Yang Yi lying half-dead on the ground, covered in blood. There was another person lying against the wall.

boss:"……."

They are all a bunch of troublemakers.

"This man is Master An's friend. Can you spare his life? As long as he's not dead, I can explain to Master An."

Song Wenjing thought about it and realized that Mr. An was referring to his wife.

I didn't expect this person to be his wife's friend. It seems that the young man reading in the gym is his wife. If I had known this, I would have finished quickly and gone to meet him!

It was all the fault of the man lying on the ground. He actually dared to look at him with such a disgusting look. He had no choice but to teach this man a lesson before going to see his wife.

If it weren't for this person, he and his wife would have met long ago!

"Oh! He was there when I was dancing just now, right? Which floor? Which private room?"

"Third floor, private room five," the boss replied.

Song Wenjing turned and walked in front of Yang Yi, squatted down, grabbed his hair and pulled it up, warning: "For his sake, I'll spare your life! You won't be so lucky next time!"

Song Wenjing originally wanted to torture this man to death, but when he thought that he was An's friend, in order to leave a good impression in front of his wife, he had no choice but to let this man go.

After confirming the relationship with his wife, he will ask if this person is An's friend. If not... ha!

If that's the case, it would be even better. As long as he plays the victim, this person's life or death is unpredictable!