Forced to be a licking dog for a sick villain every day

Li Weixin has almost no reason at all. While struggling, he waved his fist and wanted to hit Shang Yanhe, his tone was cold and bloodthirsty: "Fuck, let me go, let me see if I don't kill you, a hypocrite!"

Shang Yanhe staggered a few steps back, he covered his right face, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and hissed in pain.

The flowers in his hand fell to the ground during the stretching process. Someone stepped on them a few times. There were several obvious footprints on the wrapping paper. The bright rose petals were scattered on the white marble floor, which was extraordinarily dazzling. .

The security guard persuaded the fight: "Sir, please don't make trouble in the hotel, or we will call the police."

"If you have something to say, why don't you make a fuss?"

"It's better to solve it in private, don't fight in public."

Qiao Qiyue was also pulling Li Weixin desperately, she shouted: "Li Weixin, calm down."

People came in and out of the hotel, and many people's backs attracted attention, and the surrounding environment was in a mess.

Shang Yanhe felt that tonight was really terrible.

He pulled his arm out of the security guard's hand and looked at Li Weixin coldly. He wanted to curse, but his good family education did not allow him to do so in public.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Apologize!"

Li Weixin roared violently: "I'm so sorry, I don't kill you, so you should be thankful for your mother!"

The veins on Li Weixin's neck exploded. If the security guards hadn't pulled him, he would have beaten him to death for the way he hugged Qiao Qiyue just now!

"Don't fight, don't fight!" The security guard began to persuade the fight again.

"Li Weixin!" Qiao Qiyue's face was a little pale, she frowned and shouted, "Apologize!"

Li Weixin looked at Qiao Qiyue in disbelief, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

His eye sockets were a little red, his eyes were slightly staring, and he looked a little crazy.

He pursed his mouth tightly and didn't speak. The man who was irritable and out of control just now finally calmed down, as if something was broken in his eyes.

Qiao Qiyue was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him. He was the one who hit someone first, so why does it seem reasonable?

She turned to look at Shang Yanhe, and asked worriedly, "Squad leader, are you alright?"

Shang Yanhe has already tidied himself up. In front of outsiders, he has always been polite. He shook his head gently: "It's okay. July, don't worry."

Qiao Qiyue saw that his right cheek had swelled up a lot, it was a little red, and there was blood bruising at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't seem to be all right.

She lowered her eyes and apologized: "Squad leader, I'm sorry, Li Weixin just drank too much, it wasn't on purpose."

Li Weixin immediately said angrily: "What are you apologizing for? I did it on purpose!"

"Tsk." Qiao Qiyue scolded displeasedly, "Li Weixin, please be quiet!"

It's fine if you don't apologize, and make trouble for her.

"I hit him on purpose!" Li Weixin looked down at Qiao Qiyue. He was angry and sad, his eyes were scarlet, and his words were icy. He snorted coldly, "Why? Are you distressed?"

I don't know if this sentence is questioning Qiao Qiyue or embarrassing himself, Li Weixin feels that his heart is starting to hurt.

Qiao Qiyue was startled, she licked her lips, where is this going?

Li Weixin didn't wait for her answer, and basically regarded her as acquiescing. He looked away from her, feeling that his behavior was pathetic and ridiculous.

Who does he think he is?

What qualifications do you have to fight business talks?