After rebirth, the paranoid boss dotes on her

Qi Xiaoyi drove to Club No. 1 again.

The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind brought a bit of inhuman chill.

His tall body was leaning against the side of the car, and his chiseled face looked even more stern under the dim street lights.

A moment later, Yang Chuhuai walked out of Club No. 1.

Qi Xiaoyi's sharp gaze locked onto her instantly, his dark eyes emitting a chilling coldness.

Then, he slowly straightened his back, took off his black leather jacket, and threw it on the hood of the car.

The movements are very casual, but they reveal an aura that should not be underestimated.

Then, Qi Xiaoyi raised his leg and walked towards Yang Chuhuai while unbuttoning the cuffs of his dark blue shirt.

"Yang Chuhuai."

Yang Chuhuai heard someone calling him and instinctively looked in the direction of the voice.

However, before he could see the man's face clearly, a sudden force hit him like a storm.

A fist, with unquestionable ferocity, hit Yang Chuhuai's right cheek hard.

Yang Chuhuai was caught off guard by the attack, his body swayed, and he staggered back two steps.

A shocking bruise quickly spread across the corner of his mouth, and a trace of bright red blood quietly flowed out.

"you……"

Yang Chuhuai tried to speak.

But before he could finish his words, Qi Xiaoyi raised his hand and punched him again, hitting him hard on the right cheek.

This punch came with more ferocity than before, carrying with it unspoken anger.

Yang Chuhuai couldn't withstand Qi Xiaoyi's extremely sharp punch at all and immediately spat out blood on the ground.

The security guards in Club No. 1 were also alarmed. They came out quickly and were about to stop it.

Qi Xiaoyi turned around and gave him a cold look, emitting a terrifying murderous aura.

He said in a deep voice: "Get lost!"

An indescribable feeling of oppression permeated the air.

The security guards stopped moving forward instantly.

Qi Xiaoyi grabbed Yang Chuhuai's collar with both hands, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable anger, and he squeezed out every word from his teeth: "Fuck you, who gave you the courage to bully Wen Yu? Huh?"

At this moment, Yang Chuhuai finally saw clearly the face of the person who hit him.

"Qi...Qi Xiaoyi?"

He was a little confused and had no idea how he had offended Qi Xiaoyi.

Qi Xiaoyi said coldly: "If you are tired of living, you can tell me now and I will send you to see the King of Hell immediately."

Yang Chuhuai gradually regained consciousness, and then asked his own questions: "What are you talking about? What do you mean by bullying Wen Yu?"

"Ah!"

Hearing that Yang Chuhuai could still ask such a question, Qi Xiaoyi sneered from the depths of his chest.

"Fuck you, you're still playing dumb in front of me."

"What am I pretending for?" Yang Chuhuai was very confused.

Qi Xiaoyi's hand that was grabbing his collar suddenly tightened a little, and his finger bones turned white from using too much force.

He said angrily: "You deceived her feelings, isn't that bullying? Do you dare to say that you didn't take advantage of her? Do you dare to say that you didn't trample on her love for you?"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and Qi Xiaoyi punched Yang Chuhuai twice again.

When he thought of Wen Yu squatting at the door of Club No. 1 and crying pitifully tonight, he couldn't calm down the anger in his heart.

"I couldn't bear to make her cry, and you had the nerve to make her cry for a whole night."

Yang Chuhuai was beaten so badly that he had no power to fight back. He uttered incoherently, "When did I...when did I make Wen Yu cry?"

"When did you make her cry?" Qi Xiaoyi was so angry that he laughed again and cursed, "Fuck you, you don't remember what you said, right?"

"I……"

After Qi Xiaoyi's reminder, Yang Chuhuai suddenly recalled what he had said to his friends in the private room tonight, and his heart trembled violently.

So, Wen Yu heard what he said in the private room?

No wonder she didn’t come tonight, didn’t answer the phone, and didn’t reply to messages.

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Yang Chuhuai suddenly fought back, violently pushing away Qi Xiaoyi's hand that was tightly grasping his collar, with a hint of anger and embarrassment.

"Those were just jokes I made when I was drunk. Wen Yu overheard them by accident and took them seriously."

Qi Xiaoyi shook his hurt right hand. There was blood on his fist and it was hard to tell whose it belonged.

"A joke you told when you were drunk? Do you believe it when you tell it to me?"

Yang Chuhuai stood up suddenly and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"That's between Wen Yu and me. It's not your turn as an outsider to interfere."

Hearing this, Qi Xiaoyi's lips curled up into a sarcastic smile, which seemed particularly cold in the dark night.

"Outsider?" He repeated the word in a low voice.

Then, he raised his leg and kicked Yang Chuhuai in the abdomen with precision.

Yang Chuhuai, who had just stood up from the ground, lost his balance again and fell heavily to the ground.

His tall body curled up in pain, his hands covering his abdomen which was hurt by the kick.

Qi Xiaoyi was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and warned him directly in a cold voice: "Stay away from Wen Yu from now on, otherwise, you will not only be beaten by my fists."

As he said that, he took out a hundred yuan from his trouser pocket and threw it to the ground condescendingly.

"Take it and see the iron."

This action is not very harmful but extremely insulting.

Yang Chuhuai's face turned green.

Qi Xiaoyi glanced at him with disdain, then turned around and prepared to leave.

"Qi Xiaoyi, don't tell me you are interested in Wen Yu."

Yang Chuhuai propped up half of his body and suddenly shouted loudly from behind.

After he finished speaking, Qi Xiaoyi's steps slowed down slightly.

He lowered his eyebrows and chuckled, saying without hesitation: "Yes, I am interested in her, so I can't bear to see her being bullied by others."

Hearing his answer, Yang Chuhuai suddenly laughed, and the laughter was a little weird despite its embarrassment.

"It's a pity that Wen Yu doesn't like you. She told me that you are the person she hates most in her life."

He tried to provoke Qi Xiaoyi with these words.

But Qi Xiaoyi was calm inside.

Yang Chuhuai didn't believe it and continued, "Even if I break up with Wen Yu, you won't have any chance."

Qi Xiaoyi responded coldly: "So what? This is a matter between Wen Yu and me. You, an outsider, don't need to interfere."

He deliberately emphasized the word "outsider".

Qi Xiaoyi ignored Yang Chuhuai, walked back to his car, and picked up the leather jacket thrown on the hood.

He got in the driving seat and started the car.

In the end, all that was left for Yang Chuhuai was car exhaust.

After Qi Xiaoyi left, Yang Chuhuai slowly got up from the ground.

"I bother!"

He rubbed his stomach which was hurt by the kick, completely tore off the mask of disguise, and cursed: "What a joke! You really think you are great just because you have power and influence."

Yang Chuhuai limped to his car.

After calming down, he suddenly recalled what Qi Xiaoyi had just said. He immediately took out his cell phone and sent several messages to Wen Yu.

[Yang Chuhuai: Wen Yu, I can explain what happened tonight. ]

[Yang Chuhuai: Give me a chance, let’s talk it over.]

[Yang Chuhuai: I'll go to your house tomorrow to find you? Or we can arrange a place to meet.]

【Yang Chuhuai: Wen Yu? 】

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