Life With You

Chen Hao let out a muffled 'ah', and raised his hand to cover his left brow bone. Song Xi stood less than two meters away from him, there was no fear in his eyes, only deep-seated contempt and anger.

About five seconds later, Chen Hao took his hand away, looked with his open right eye, and saw redness on his palm, he was immediately angry from the heart, gritted his teeth and cursed 'fuck', then got up and ran towards Song Xi .

Song Xi didn't dodge or dodge, because his whole brain was blank. When everyone stood up and tried to stop him, he saw a bright light flashing across the sky, and something fell across the sky, just hitting Chen Hao's face. He felt the pain like a needle prick, and it was burning. He couldn't even make a sound. He instinctively gasped for air. After regaining his senses, he lowered his head to look. At his feet was half a leftover cigarette. The butt was golden red and still burning. with.

There were not many people smoking in the room, but those who dared to throw cigarettes in his face...

Without hesitation, Chen Hao looked at the opposite side of the table, where George Sheng still looked like an old god, and his slender fingers stroked the edge of the crystal ashtray intentionally or unintentionally.

Everyone held their breath, and no one dared to speak.

Chen Hao was furious, and a bad breath rushed to his forehead, but facing George Sheng's indifferent gaze, he still suppressed his temper, and said with a half-smile: Brother Sheng, did you drink too much? This throw is really far enough .”

George Sheng said calmly, without changing his expression: Do you have an opinion?

Chen Hao's expression sank. He is also a person in the night city. George Sheng threw a cigarette butt in his face in public. He offered to give the steps, but the other party refused to go down.

What do you mean? The smile on Chen Hao's face disappeared, and the atmosphere suddenly became oppressive and sharp.

Without raising his eyelids, George Sheng said, Don't hit a woman in front of me when you hit a woman.

Hearing this, Chen Hao finally understood, but he was even more unconvinced, so he said angrily: Brother Sheng is compassionate enough, if I hit my own woman, you also feel distressed?

George Sheng's deep eyes moved to Song Xi, fixed on her pale face, and his thin lips parted, Are you his?

Song Xi drank a lot of wine, but at the moment her mind is very clear, on one side is George Sheng, on the other side is Chen Hao, she doesn't like to see either side, but if she has to choose one side...

No. Her pink lips moved up and down, her voice was not loud but very clear.

George Sheng raised the corners of his lips almost as expected, but Chen Hao's expression was gloomy, and he stared at Song Xi fiercely.

George Sheng got up, walked towards Song Xi, raised his hand to grab her wrist, and wanted to take her away together.

Chen Hao's complexion changed a few times, he couldn't swallow the bad breath, and said in a deep voice: You don't lack women, right? I like that I can find you for you. Song Xi is my favorite, so you just take it away and don't give me face. ?”

Upon hearing this, George Sheng stopped, turned to look at Chen Hao, and asked, Do you want face?

Chen Hao was noncommittal, slightly raising his gaze to meet George Sheng who was half a head taller than him.

Today, he was also forced to go to Liangshan. Firstly, Song Xi had been on his radar for a long time, so he couldn't just let him go for nothing; secondly, George Sheng beat him up in public, so many people saw him. The city really has no place to stand.

The smell of gunpowder in the room is full, and the war is imminent.

Everyone saw George Sheng slowly reaching out to touch the crystal ashtray beside the table, but no one expected that the next second, he suddenly waved the ashtray and smashed it on Chen Hao's head. In an instant, the ashtray shattered neatly Two halves, one half fell to the ground, and the other half was still held by George Sheng.

Chen Hao was stunned by the blow, and only had time to let out a muffled groan. Before he could react, George Sheng held the remaining half of the ashtray, pressed it against his neck, and forced him to stick against the wall.

The sharp incision of the ashtray pushed Chen Hao's neck to bloodshot, at the same time, the moment he was hit on the head, the blood began to gurgle.

George Sheng's handsome face was calm, looking at Chen Hao, whose face was pale and his pupils shrunk, he asked softly, You want to save face?

There was a clear and incomparable stabbing pain from his neck, and he didn't even dare to take a big breath, because every time he touched the incision, it was a burning pain.

The pain makes people sober. He regretted so much why he challenged George Sheng. His back was pressed against the cold wall. He didn't dare to shake his head. I'm drinking too much and talking nonsense, so don't take it to heart.

In the huge private room, there was a sound of the needle dropping, and George Sheng said word by word: I'm in love with her, you have to look at the owner to beat a dog, you know?

I know, I know. Chen Hao responded repeatedly.

Everyone thought that George Sheng was so angry that he became a beauty, but only Song Xi's face was pale when he heard this sentence, even worse than Chen Hao.

George Sheng compared her to a dog, one of his dogs.

After saying this, George Sheng withdrew his hand after a few seconds, and threw half an ashtray on the table casually. With a bang, he dragged the numb Song Xi to open the door and walked out. Despite the fact that everyone behind them was pale, as if they had just escaped from the gate of hell.