The scum attack has the ability to chase after it.

Xu Ziqian's gloomy face was just like the weather before a thunderstorm in summer. It was so dark that he could hardly breathe.

But who is Li Huan? Li Huan has lived happily in this dark cloud for three years.

He still smiled, and his smile was very flattering, even a little charming and provocative: "If I leave like this, do I obediently give way? I am sensible, otherwise, give me a breakup gun?"

"Fuck!" Xu Ziqian scolded, and pulled his hand hard, Li Huan rushed forward, and then, his nose and face hit the sofa hard.

The damn European-style sofa, the lower half is made of soft leather, while the upper half is hollowed out wood.

Li Huan was very unlucky, his nose went up and hit the wood, and he felt a scorching heat coming down from his nasal cavity. He knew it was blood. Chin, otherwise my artificial chin would not be able to withstand it. Mr. Xu, you must be too angry, but fortunately my nose is not artificial, otherwise I would be designated invalid."

Then, time, time, time, took out a few tissues to cover his nose.

The bridge of the nose was so painful that it was numb, and a few pieces of paper couldn't stop the nosebleed.

Li Huan felt that he must be in a mess.

But in front of Xu Ziqian, there were times when he was even more embarrassing. He had already practiced thick-skinned.

"I'll go to the bathroom and take a shower. Such a high-end carpet, I can't afford to get it dirty."

Said to go.

But Xu Ziqian pulled him back again.

"Let me see." He said.

Look at the nose?Conscience discovered?

Li Huan grinned and opened his mouth, and took away his hand covering his nose, blood gurgled down, and all the blood went into his mouth.

He still smiled: "Puff, look, I can play as a fountain after two breaths, Mr. Xu, be careful, I will spray blood on your face, I will go to the bathroom."

After speaking, cover it again.

Xu Ziqian didn't seem to expect that he would be thrown so badly.

When Li Huan went to the bathroom, he didn't stop him.

The bleeding gradually stopped, and Li Huan poked the bridge of his nose in front of the mirror, it was numb, and when he pressed it a little harder, the pain became very obvious.

The entire nasal bone was bruised and purple, and the tip of the nose was also bright red. He felt that if he went to sing an opera, he could save the oil paint on the nasal bone.

After two more flushes to confirm that the bleeding was completely stopped, he rinsed his mouth with water a few times, pinched his chin and looked at himself in the mirror, and said with a smile: "As expected of a face that cost a lot of money, the nose is like this , the appearance is still perfect."

The smile quickly dimmed, and he asked in a low voice like a raving: "It's so pretty, how could he not like it?"

When he came out of the bathroom, Li Huan pointed to his nose: "A work-related injury, this is a work-related injury. I'm still your employee. If you treat your employees violently, this must be considered a work-related injury."

Xu Ziqian still had that gloomy face of dead poker.

After watching too much, Li Huan felt that he was a little tired of watching it.

Some men, with a gloomy face in private, at least release their nature on the bed and are absolutely enthusiastic. If they are not enthusiastic, they are at least happy, enjoyable, and satisfied.

But even when Xu Ziqian was on the bed, he still had such a gloomy face.

Li Huan sometimes felt that he was just a programmed robot, that's why he was so expressionless in that matter.

It can't be said that he has no expression, but sometimes he will show some expression, staring viciously at the expression like killing his father and enemy. Usually, at such times, it is when Li Huan threatens with a photo and begs for sex.