Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Song Jingyuan continued to drink coffee calmly, and after putting down the coffee cup, he licked his lips with unsatisfactory intent, raised his eyes and smiled lightly: "Miss Su should be clear, I will never allow this to happen, tell me, what are the conditions?"

Su Yingying was also polite: "Be my boyfriend."

Song Jingyuan expected that she would say that, and tapped the coffee cup lightly with his slender and well-articulated fingers, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Su Yingying was a little impatient: "Can't you hear me? I said, unless you are my boyfriend, I will give all the photos and videos to Mr. Song."

"I heard it." Song Jingyuan interrupted him lightly, and smiled at her reluctantly, "Date first."

His smile finally had some warmth, it was warm under the bright sunlight shining through the window, even so, Su Yingying still felt a little cold in his smile.

She reluctantly compromised: "Okay, date first."

At this time, the sun is shining, splashing through the gaps between the branches and leaves, the dense shade of trees casts mottled shadows on the road, and the breeze brings a period of coolness.

Fu Liang was walking on this road in the campus at this time. He turned on his mobile phone, and Shen Hao's urging WeChat popped up on the screen: "Are you there? You are the only one missing."

Fu Liang pressed his slender fingers on the screen and was about to reply when suddenly his temple twitched and he turned around instinctively...

A youth's baseball bat that was about to hit him on the back of the head hit him hard on the forehead: "..."

Fu Liang's forehead had been hit hard by a brick before, and the wound was almost invisible, but it happened again, and this time the person who hit him had the right wrist strength, obviously he was a habitual fighter .

Fu Liang dazedly raised his hand and touched his forehead, the fingertips felt moist, blood flowed down the wound, blurred his eyes, and he fell back and fainted on the ground in the next second.

Another young man took his mobile phone and replied to Shen Hao as Fu Liang: "I can't come today, I have something at home, I will make an appointment later."

Then, the two of them worked together to sandwich Fu Liang in the middle, pulled his arms over his shoulders, and supported his waist with the other hand, dragging Fu Liang's body into a Rolls-Royce luxury car.

There are five people in the luxury car plus the driver.

When Fu Liang woke up, he was in the presidential suite of a hotel. He lay in bed in a daze for a while, and the sunlight was still outside the window. It seemed that he hadn't slept for a long time.

The four youths are about 20 years old, with good looks and moderate height, and they are all famous brands in their clothes.

They stood side by side at the end of the bed, with their hands in their pockets, looking straight at Fu Liang on the bed.

Fu Liang opened his eyes and saw four big men staring straight at him. He was so frightened that his head was still dizzy. He checked his body first and found that his underwear was still there. He was slightly relieved that he hadn't been humiliated yet.

"What do you want to do?" He stood up with his head supported, the wound on his forehead had been properly bandaged.

The young man in black short-sleeved sneered: "Today we have a lot of procedures. The first step is to beat you until you cry, and the second step is to tell you our purpose. If you don't agree, the third step is to beat you." Keep beating you...until you say yes."

Fu Liang finally understood that these four rich young men should have no experience in fighting and bullying, so he couldn't help teaching: "You want to beat me and bandage my wound? Don't you think it's unnecessary? Also, generally speaking, the first step can Omit it, tell me the purpose directly, and I will immediately agree."

The young man with the roundest face felt ridiculous: "Young Master Fu, in fact, the main purpose of our brothers is to beat you, and the other purpose is to help others by the way."

The young man with the longest face continued: "I bandaged your wound because I didn't expect you to have an old wound, and I was afraid that you would die."

"We have no grievances or enmities..."

Fu Liang frowned puzzledly, but he didn't finish speaking, and the strongest man closest to him had already stepped forward and punched him in the face.

The speed, strength, and accuracy were all well controlled. Fu Liang quickly realized that these people must have also practiced taekwondo and other kung fu. Now... it will be difficult.

With a violent temper, he said arrogantly: "I just voiced this anger for my sister."

Fu Liang was a little confused, and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips: "I don't remember a girl confessing to me?"

In his own memory and the memory of Fu Liang's character card, he has no experience of being confessed by a girl, so naturally there is no such thing as disappointing a girl...

Moreover, if he fascinated a certain girl and caused her unrequited love when he released his charm indiscriminately, then he was really wronged.

"You think it's beautiful."

Fu Liang said so violently that he wanted to hit his head with his fist again. This time, Fu Liang, who had been prepared for a long time, quickly lay down on his back and rolled under the bed.

The violent temper was lost, and he got out of bed even more unhappy to catch Fu Liang. Fu Liang quickly got up, turned around and kicked him at the base of the thigh.

He let out a grumpy "Ugh" in pain, his face changed color, and he covered the part of his thigh that was kicked and panted heavily.

"Friends, fighting is different from your usual martial arts training. Although you look older than me, you are indeed too immature."

Fu Liang raised his hand and touched the gauze on his head. He was still a little dizzy, but he couldn't help laughing at the other party.There's no way, the tyrant's rotten virtues are too deep-rooted.

The black short sleeves looked at them meaningfully, and sneered again: "The four of us are all black belts in Taekwondo. If we go together, what do you think will happen to you? And you still have injuries on your head."

The most unbearable thing for Fu Liang was to be provoked. He put his hands in his pockets, nodded and chuckled for a while, licked the back of his teeth with the tip of his tongue, raised his eyes and said, "I don't know what will happen, but you can try it together."

The new wound on the corner of his lip and the old wound on his lip that Song Jingyuan gnawed on last night, under the background of the soft sunlight that brushed over the floor-to-ceiling curtains, added a bit of glamor and poignancy.

Fu Liang's skin is definitely good-looking.

Fortunately, these men are straight, otherwise he would be mermaid while lying on the bed, and the consequences would be disastrous.

As soon as he finished speaking, four men with black belts in taekwondo walked towards him aggressively.

Fu Liang: "..."

After all, a hotel room is not a martial arts training ground. Fu Liang's advantage is that he has a flexible mind, knows how to adapt to changes, and is able to skillfully use various advantages around him.

The black short-sleeved man rushed towards him, and Fu Liang grabbed a glass from the wooden table beside him, then ducked under his armpit and put the glass on the back of the black short-sleeved man's head.

"Fuck." The black short-sleeved man held the back of his head and scolded bitterly.

Fu Liang hid a piece of glass in the palm of his hand. When the round-faced man and the long-faced man approached him from left and right, Fu Liang first pulled the wrist of the round-faced man on the left and stuck the glass into his palm. The round-faced man was in pain. Wow yell.

The fist of the long-faced man rushed to Fu Liang's heart. Fu Liang jumped back onto the bed easily, and kicked the long-faced man's right chest with his kick in the air.

He had already measured the distance with his eyes, and he should have landed on the soft bed, but he didn't know whether it was Mercury retrograde or the system deliberately fixed him. Fu Liang not only did not land on the bed, but instead landed on the barbell on the floor, hitting the edge of the bed frame with his back .

Fu Liang gasped: "Damn it."

This time, his tailbone and lumbar spine were injured.

Based on his experience in the small alley last time, he knew that this time it was more ominous.