night fire

The little brother next to him was anxious: "Brother Lu, don't they just want to see sister-in-law wet? This is obviously playing hooligans!"

That glass of water has at least [-] milliliters, and if you pour it on the white shirt, it will be completely soaked?

Lu Xiujin didn't speak, just threw a nut into his mouth, and bit it on the back molars with a loud crunch.

He was actually very irritable. On the one hand, he wanted to see Zhao Qiyan subdue and beg him for mercy, but on the other hand, he wanted to pull out those eyeballs stuck to Zhao Qiyan's body and trample them to pieces—that's the girl I like, who? For your guts?

"You, come here." He casually pointed to a younger brother, and pulled the younger brother's ear canal, "Call Lao Deng out, and follow the old rules later."

The little brother Zhao Feng'er was very serious: "Alright, Young Master Lu, I know Young Master Lu."

Lu Xiujin was a little impatient: "You know what you know?"

The younger brother Zhao Feng'er said seriously: "Someone bullies sister-in-law, Young Master Lu wants to take one of his legs off."

"What kind of legs are you taking off..." Lu Xiujin was startled at first, he was just a handsome rich second generation, how could he be so cruel, but when he caught a glimpse of Acne on Zhao Qiyan's greasy smiling face from the corner of his eye, he changed Thoughts, he said harshly, "I'm going to have his third leg disabled."

Little brother Zhao Fenger: "I knew it."

The little brother here is running fast with his ears in his ears, and the voices of those who are booing are also loud.

The pimple face was almost on Zhao Qiyan's body - Zhao Qiyan looked over the top of the pimple's head and looked at the bottle of semi-sweet red wine on the table.

The red-painted bottle looks gorgeous and dreamy, and girls often order it—the streamlined design is very suitable for holding the bottle neck, and the price is cheap among all the red wines in the store.

It won't hurt so much when you pay.

Just one tenth of a second before he stretched out his hand, at the moment when the pimple was ten centimeters away from him, and when the cheers of the crowd were about to reach a new peak——Lu Xiujin interjected between Zhao Qiyan and the pimple In the meantime, he grabbed the wrist of Zhao Qiyan's outstretched hand with his backhand, and branded Amedo Testoni's feather badge on the pimples all over his face with great precision. (Note: The soles of the AT series are branded with Amedeo Testoni's signature and feather logo, and the price is more than 10000 yuan.)

According to the onlookers—the scene at that time was very warlike, and at the same time, there was an invisible momentum. The fight between Zhao Qiyan and Lu Xiujin can be said to be a silent fight. The high-end equipment and the golden aura created by real gold and silver took the lead to win everyone's attention, but the unpretentious Zhao Qiyan countered with his invisible cold aura and pure and natural beauty, especially because the nightclub was ambiguous and dark The bright lights intensified the contrasting beauty of Zhao Qiyan's "pure and beautiful female college students wandering around nightclubs", which actually overwhelmed Lu Xiujin's arrogance.

At that moment, in addition to the lingering smell of tobacco and alcohol in the hotel and the strong perfume smell of the ladies, the onlookers also smelled a kind of

When the firearm is fired, the soot composed of the gunpowder particles and metal powder sprayed from the muzzle or the air mass escaping from the end of the barrel dissipates and leaves in the air, commonly known as the smell of gunpowder smoke.

Zhao Qiyan flicked his hand and said coldly: "Young Master Lu, don't bother you?"

Lu Xiujin squeezed his fingers together, stroked the warmth left by his palm, and said with a smile on his lips: "I'm in charge of my future wife's affairs, how can I be nosy?"

Zhao Qiyan frowned, took a step back, and separated himself from Lu Xiujin.

The pimple that was still in close contact with Lu Xiujin's sole: "...your grandma's..."

Before he finished hitting him, Lu Xiujin glanced at him lazily, retracted his foot, and then kicked the acne 360 ​​degrees, the body smashed into the seat and the sound of glass and plastic shattered together mixed with wailing Come together.

The timid customers just slipped away quietly.

Acne covered his cheeks, yelled ouch, got up from the ground sideways, pointed at Lu Xiujin and said fiercely: "You, you... believe it or not, I will report...complain to this bitch?"

However, Lu Xiujin's carnivore-like gaze was too scary, and the pimple mouth slipped away, and his hand pointed to Zhao Qiyan to the side.

He was full of resentment in his heart - he came to seduce him even though he was in company, and he was beaten up by this social boy, and he insisted on complaining that Zhao Qiyan lost his job.

If Zhao Qiyan knew what he was thinking, he would definitely make up for him again - on the premise of not losing everything.

But Zhao Qiyan didn't know, he just glanced at the uglier pimples mixed with blood stains on his face, then turned his head and said coldly: "Master Lu, did you hear that? Thanks to you , I, an excellent employee, will be sued."

Lu Xiujin lowered his head and smiled, approached Zhao Qiyan, and said, "Then, can I sexually harass you as long as I threaten to complain?"

Zhao Qiyan stood still, looking at Lu Xiujin calmly.

The distance between the two was so close that it seemed to be kissing, and the ambiguous breath lingered between the mouth and nose, warming the air around.

"Self-respect."

Zhao Qiyan reached out and pushed Lu Xiujin away.

Lu Xiujin didn't use much force at first, but was pushed back by Zhao Qiyan, and he took several steps back, almost losing his footing.

But before he had time to get angry, he was startled by Zhao Qiyan's actions.

Zhao Qiyan raised two glasses of ice water from the table, walked up to the acne, and looked down at him.

Acne was frightened and kept moving back: "You, what are you doing..."

"You just said I spilled water on you, didn't you?"

Acne was a little guilty, but he still insisted: "Yes! You..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Qiyan splashed water all over his head and face.

Acne was dumbfounded, and looked at Zhao Qiyan blankly.

Zhao Qiyan's left hand is still in a tilted posture, and the cup in his right hand is still firmly held.

"Now it's time to pour water on you."

The author has something to say:

Acne is not guilty!Harassment is guilty!Harassing the handsome man and forcing him to commit crimes is even more important!