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At 12:30 in the middle of the night, the mediation room of the police station

A police officer in work uniform came in for the third time with a mediation agreement, and said to the two people present, "Have you thought it through? Are you willing to reconcile?"

Yao Jing and Lu Jinchang gave each other a fierce look.

At this moment, no one wanted to continue wasting time in this kind of place. Both parties reluctantly picked up pens and scribbled their names on the mediation paper.

It was not the first time the two had fought, but this time they were unlucky and were reported by the crowd watching from the bar.

It was about two hours ago.

Yao Jing felt that he was really fucking unlucky.

Originally, he just planned to find a place to have a drink and chat with a few friends. He had just entered the bar before his buttocks were warmed up, when something suddenly hit him from behind. I'll be in the hospital soon.

Fortunately, the head is not accurate enough, otherwise it will definitely be bloody.

It wasn't just an ashtray that caused the disaster.

Before Yao Jing's violent temper had time to explode, the next second, the person behind picked up a high chair and slammed it down on his back aggressively.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and hid in time, but in the end he only scratched his arm a little.

In the confusion, I suddenly heard someone shouting in the bar: "Young Master Lu!"

When Yao Jing turned around and was about to arrest someone, how could he know that the bastard had already dropped the murder weapon in his hand, and ran so fast that he couldn't even find his shadow.

The assailant who attacked him was Lu Jinchang, and those who knew them in the circle knew that the relationship between the two was so bad that they would strike immediately when they met.

This time was no exception, and he started working again.

Yao Jing had an arm injury, while Lu Jinchang had a bruised nose and a swollen face. In the end, the two were sent to the police station, and neither of them wanted to take advantage of it.

Ding Han waited outside for a long time, finally saw Yao Jing coming out of the police station, and honked his horn.

After the buddy got into the co-pilot, Ding Han handed him a cigarette and asked with a smile, "How is your arm?"

"It can't be discarded, don't worry." Yao Jing said unhappily, took the cigarette, and took a few deep puffs.

"I said Yao Er, why don't you take it easy, you will be angry if you are angry, and you will have to pay for damages to other people's stores." The person who spoke was Yao Jing's close buddy Ding Han, who was wearing a pair of sunglasses and was acting foolishly. appearance.

His brother was attacked by someone, but he was quite leisurely, and he didn't have the slightest intention to stand up for Yao Jing.

Yao Jing, who was already furious, was even more angry at this time: "Shall I find a chair and come over now, so that you can taste the feeling of being smashed just now?!"

Ding Han shook his head and joked, "It's not an option for you two to fight like this all the time. In my opinion, why don't you ask Tianyue to sit down and have a good talk and make a reconciliation."

"Reconciliation!" Yao Jing spat viciously.

"Okay, where are we going to play later?"

"Fucking! I'm not in the mood!" The whole evening's fun was ruined by that bastard Lu Jinchang. Yao Jing was so full of anger that he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he cursed, "Damn you!"

Although Ding Han and Yao Jing are close buddies who have known each other for many years, he has never understood the matter between Yao Jing and Lu Jinchang: "I said Yao Er, what are you doing with that young master of the Lu family? What kind of blood feud has been formed, every time he sees you, it's as if he saw a father-killing enemy."

After asking such a question, Yao Jing suddenly stopped talking.

"By the way, when you and Lu Jinchang first met, did he treat you with the same aggressive attitude?"

"That's not true." Yao Jing exhaled a puff of white smoke and said softly.

When she was on the bed before, she was obviously very well-behaved, and she would take the initiative to hang it around her neck and act coquettishly.

Ding Han asked curiously: "Then what was he like before?"

Yao Jing was a little annoyed by his question, frowned and extinguished the remaining third of his cigarette, urging: "You're never finished, don't talk nonsense and drive quickly."

Before the car started, a figure walked over quietly.

When passing by the side of the co-pilot, the man raised his fist and thumped the car window heavily, then gave Yao Jing the middle finger, turned around and left arrogantly.

Yao Jing scolded his mother in a low voice, untied his seat belt and walked down, saying fiercely: "Lu Jinchang, your fucking hands are so cheap, you might as well cut them off."

Lu Jinchang, who had walked five meters away, heard that annoying voice, couldn't hold back, turned around again, and cursed loudly: "Idiot!"

His pretty face was swollen on the right side because of Yao Jing's punch, coupled with the angry expression of cursing at this time, it looked a bit funny.

Yao Jing pointed at him, gloated and sneered, "You look much more pleasing to the eye now than before."

Yao Jing deliberately wanted to make things difficult for him, the more he could arouse Lu Jinchang's anger, the more comfortable he would feel physically and mentally.

Sure enough, the other party couldn't hold back immediately, and the voice was squeezed out from between his teeth: "Yao Jing, I'll fuck your mother!"

"My mother still doesn't like ducks." Yao Jing raised his chin, and threw back Lu Jinchang's curse in a clever way.

He stepped in front of Lu Jinchang step by step, with a smirk on his lips, he sized Lu Jinchang up and down a few times, and then provocatively said: "But I really like your style."

Lu Jinchang was very angry: "My surname is Yao, you have the guts to say it again, don't think that I will not dare to do anything to you after signing such a broken mediation agreement!"

"I won't repeat my good words." Yao Jing touched his chin for half a second and raised his brows, "Speaking of the agreement, I still have a bed companion agreement signed by you at home, which is clearly written in black and white, and you typed it Handprints from past—"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Jinchang suddenly pounced on like a mad dog: "Yao Jing, are you fucking looking for death?!"

Yao Jing is not as fond of bluffing as Lu Jinchang is, but once his bad temper explodes, no one will feel better.

He turned sideways, dodged Lu Jinchang's pounce, grabbed Lu Jinchang's neck with one hand, and pinned him on the ground.

"Before you die, let me fuck you to death first!" He threatened in a vicious voice, and pinched Lu Jinchang's ass with all his strength.

Just 5 minutes ago, the two people were advised by the police earnestly, and now they started fighting again at the gate of the police station.

When Yao Jing and Lu Jinchang's friends saw this, they immediately rushed over and pulled the two apart as quickly as possible before the police found out.

"Yao Jing, you are a scumbag! No, you are not even worthy of being a scumbag, you are a beast! Did you hear that, beast!" Lu Jinchang cursed and was forced into the car by his friend.

Yao Jing had a dark face, and mocked: "That's not what you said when you were drunk."

"Oh, that's fine!" Ding Han wiped off his cold sweat, and dragged Yao Jing to evacuate the scene of the incident, "You just came out of the fucking game, and you still want to score twice?! Listen to brother, fight again next time!" , fight again next time!"

After getting into the car, Yao Jing started to smoke again.

The car drove along the street of the police station, and when it came to the intersection and waited for the traffic lights, Ding Han asked abruptly, "Yao Er, what did you mean when you said that Lu Jinchang was drunk?"

"Call him an idiot."

"Don't tell me, you two are quite similar sometimes, and you both like to call each other stupid."

Yao Jing cursed "Fuck", turned his face away from the window, and continued to smoke.

The bad debt between him and Lu Jinchang dates back to three years ago.

On the night of the incident, Yao Jing went to a newly opened nightclub in the city with a group of friends.

Nine out of ten adults come to such occasions to seek sensory stimulation.

I can't remember which bad friend called and called a group of young models to the scene to add to the fun, all of them were boys and girls in their early twenties, the kind who could play like crazy.

At that time, everyone was having a great time, and Yao Jing had no idea that the kid was just drunk and went to the wrong place.

Seeing Lu Jinchang hanging on himself, rubbing his face and acting coquettishly, Yao Jing immediately took the lead. He likes this kind of beautiful and active people, who will immediately take people away before the party ends. The room is opened...

"Heh." Yao Jing flicked the cigarette ash.

Compared with the current idiot who barks his teeth and claws, that brat is indeed more likable when he is drunk.