Ye Xinqi widened her black eyes and said with displeasure.

"Mr. Zhao, please show some respect! I am Song Shao's girlfriend, not the casual woman you imagined!"

But the fat man has been dazzled by beauty, he grinned vulgarly and said.

"Miss Ye, stop pretending here! Even if the person you are with is Song Shao, you are nothing more than a little lover! When Song Shao gets tired of playing with you, you will still find someone else... ..."

The fat man looked a little drunk, but he actually wanted to reach out and touch Ye Xinqi's face again.

Ye Xinqi was so angry that her face turned red, she stood up abruptly, and shouted loudly, "Mr. Zhao, please keep your mouth clean! If you keep talking nonsense, be careful, I will tell Young Master Song immediately..."

"Hehe, Ms. Ye thinks too highly of herself, doesn't she? There are so many women around Young Master Song, how could she care about you..."

The fat man didn't care at all, and continued to laugh wantonly.

Seeing Mr. Zhao's extremely obscene and fat face, Ye Xinqi was so disgusted that she almost vomited out.

Just when she was about to scold him a few words, she suddenly felt a cold breath of anger rushing towards her face.

She raised her head subconsciously, only to see Song Yifeng's handsome face covered with dark clouds suddenly came into her eyes.

Immediately, he saw Song Yifeng dragging the obese Mr. Zhao with all his strength, and punched Mr. Zhao's big fat face hard.

Mr. Zhao was beaten so hard that his eyes were staring at him. He yelled in pain, "Young Master Song, for a woman, why not?"

Before Mr. Zhao finished speaking, he heard a "click", and then felt his wrist was broken, and the heart-pounding pain hit Mr. Zhao overwhelmingly...

He suddenly screamed in pain like killing a pig, "Ah..."

"Old guy surnamed Zhao, you dare to hit my woman's idea, are you impatient?"

Song Yifeng's handsome face was like a thousand years of ice, he immediately raised his long and powerful legs, and kicked Mr. Zhao hard.

After the muffled sound of "Bang...", Mr. Zhao lay on the ground in pain like a mangy dog ​​in distress, unable to even bark.

At this time, his fat face was covered with cold sweat, and he begged in pain.

"Song Shao, I don't dare anymore! I just drank too much wine and was talking nonsense...I swear I will never dare again, please let me go..."

Song Yifeng smiled coldly, and warned sharply, "Zhao, I give you one day to get out of this city, otherwise let your family take care of your funeral!"

After finishing speaking, he grabbed Ye Xinqi who was beside him with a face of astonishment, and walked away coldly and arrogantly.

Only when Song Yifeng dragged her out of the hotel gate did Ye Xinqi dare to speak cautiously.

"Young Master Song..."

Song Yifeng stopped and looked at her, his black eyes were full of coldness.

"Ye Xinqi, today was my negligence! This kind of thing will never happen again in the future, let's go back!"

Ye Xinqi nodded obediently, "Yes! Okay..."

While the car was driving, Song Yifeng kept a cool and handsome face, without saying a word.

Ye Xinqi knew that he was still angry, so she didn't dare to disturb him rashly.

But she was still very grateful to him for his behavior of admonishing that old pervert just now.

Like that kind of old hooligan, even if he was beaten to death, he deserved it!

What's more, that old pervert provoked a demon like Song Yifeng, he was asking for trouble...

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