Dear Mr. Lu

His lazy glance immediately made Wei Xingheng freeze in place.

The young man's skin is extremely fair, which is amazingly delicate, his cheeks are flushed from drinking alcohol, his eye sockets are also red, and his lips are even more beautifully red.

He was leaning against the wall dejectedly, with his hair hanging down, casting some shadows in front of his eyes. He glanced sideways, and was extremely indifferent, but when compared with his handsome and delicate face, he revealed a bit of arrogance. Intriguing.

Wei Xingheng froze.

Then I heard that faint, lazy voice say my name.

Wei Xingheng, who had drunk a lot of alcohol, reacted almost immediately.

Luo Wencheng changed his posture, faced Wei Xingheng and leaned against the wall, looked him up and down: "What a coincidence, did you drink too much?"

Wei Xingheng smiled slowly: "Yes, a client wants to come to sing, and he insists on drinking while singing, so I can only drink with him."

"So miserable? With Wei Shao's drinking capacity, it's not easy to drink until he vomits."

"Compared to Zhao Jianping and Zhang Dong, I'm much better."

Luo Wencheng tilted his head, because of the effect of alcohol, his reaction was a little slow for a while: "Oh? What happened to them?"

"You don't know? After testifying in court that day, they were pressed and beaten by their family members as soon as they got home. Their legs were almost broken, and they were kicked out by severing ties. Now they don't know where to beg for food. In contrast, I can still dress decently and go out to socialize." Wei Xingheng laughed at himself, and looked at Luo Wencheng, "Tell me, am I much luckier?"

Luo Wencheng's eyes were a little wandering. He was rejected by Lu Chong that afternoon. He didn't have the mood to care about other things. He really didn't know what happened to Zhao and Zhang.

"However, you don't look very happy. Your family protects you so much, and is willing to make you trouble?" Wei Xingheng said.

The phrase "yours" made Luo Wencheng feel depressed, and slowly put away the indifference on his face, turned sideways and washed his hands, turned around and left with his feet shaking slightly.

Wei Xingheng is also a veteran in the field of love, how can he not see what is going on with Luo Wencheng?

He stared at the man's handsome and slender back wrapped under the shirt, the beautiful butterfly bones, and the thin and slender waistline, the fire in his eyes came up, and as soon as he got hot, he went up and hugged Luo Wencheng's waist, exhaling ambiguously : "It seems that you have fallen out of favor."

Luo Wencheng stopped and looked at him coldly: "It seems that you are courting death."

"How could I be better than dying now? I eat and drink with people every day, and the guys who used to be unworthy of carrying my shoes can now pretend to be my father in front of me!" Wei Xingheng laughed and said to Luo Wencheng , "I am better than the two grandsons of Zhao Jianping and Zhang Dong, but they deserve what they deserve. What did I do wrong? Why did you all convict me?"

Wei Xingheng suddenly took a step back, and tore off his clothes, revealing the white chest strap fixed on his chest: "Look, look, do you know what this is? The old man in my family beat it, not only those two idiots that day I was beaten, and I was also beaten when I went back, with three broken ribs! In front of so many people, I was held down and smashed down with sticks. My uncles and uncles who wanted to fight with me Brother and cousin are laughing like crazy, do you know what I think? I want to kill someone!"

Just because he was afraid of being held accountable by Lu Chong, he wanted to beat him to death and sell him in front of Lu Chong. If his mother hadn't begged, what would happen to Zhao Jianping and Zhang Dong, so would he. But now, it's not too far behind. His family won't let him go back, his funds have been frozen, and he's given a small company that's about to go bankrupt. In order to survive, he has to bow his knees every day and take turns being a grandson for others!

"Tell me, you said I did something wrong. I didn't participate in the drugging. Why should I suffer this!" Wei Xingheng grabbed Luo Wencheng and shouted at him.

Luo Wencheng slowly broke away his hand that was holding his collar.

Even if he didn't participate in drugging, he was the one who encouraged me to idle around and not do business, right?

Well, at that time I was ignorant, I had no discernment, and I couldn't blame others, but in the previous life, Zhao Jianping, Zhang Dong, and Luo Wenjun used different methods to humiliate me. When did Wei Xingheng not surround him?

The vengeance has already been avenged, and Luo Wencheng actually doesn't have much hatred when he thinks about those things, and he is not interested in reminiscing about bitterness and thinking about sweetness, so facing Wei Xingheng's resentful and unwilling face, his heart is not disturbed.

"Don't tell me these things. I'm not the one who did that to you. If you want to blame, blame your weak Wei family. If you want to blame, blame you for having a group of timid and ruthless relatives. If you want to blame, blame it..."

He shook Wei Xingheng away, looked at him coldly, and said word by word: "Whether you Wei Xingheng is in your own home or in Haining, you are insignificant."

Because of its insignificance, it was thrown out to appease the anger.

In fact, Luo Wencheng was not sure whether there was pressure from Lu Chong behind this, but based on his understanding of Lu Chong, at most he was suppressing business, not causing personal injury.

Your family is so scared to death that you can't bear the pressure. Before others say anything, you beat them out in a hurry to please and flatter you. Who is to blame?

He walked towards the bathroom door, but his arm was grabbed and pulled back.

It was his right arm that was pulled, and the huge force caused a tearing pain on his shoulder that had not yet fully healed. He was already unsteady on his feet, so he took several steps back, leaned heavily against the wall, supported his shoulder, and bent down, feeling the pain for a while There was no sound between them.

Wei Xingheng locked the door, turned back, grabbed Luo Wencheng's chin and threw him against the wall: "You are noble now, I am insignificant, you are a butt..."

Before he finished speaking, Luo Wencheng, who was bent over and hadn't been fully lifted up by him, suddenly pressed his left hand on his back, pushed him down, pressed his knee hard against his abdomen, and quickly bent his left arm Hit, hit one of his spine.

This blow was extremely ruthless, but after all, the strength was not enough. If the strength was strong enough, it would be enough for Wei Xingheng to lie on the ground and be unable to get up. At this moment, although Wei Xingheng was in extreme pain, he still reacted quickly and pushed him away.

Luo Wencheng swept across without a pause, but was blocked by Wei Xingheng in time.

Normally, Luo Wencheng should withdraw his legs and retreat if he fails with a blow. However, he would be blocked even if he reached this leg at the beginning. He started off very high. Turning around, the other leg swept over.

Wei Xingheng was caught off guard, half of his face and the bridge of the nose were hit by the hard sole, and he fell sideways all of a sudden. In a burst of severe suffocating pain, two tubes of blood gushed out from his nostrils.

And Luo Wencheng also fell heavily to the ground, his whole body was in severe pain, and his head and eyes were dizzy.

However, in just two seconds, the two climbed up from the ground at the same time as if they had a tacit understanding. One was covering his right shoulder, the other was covering his nose, the other had cold eyes, the other had a fierce face, stared at each other with shortness of breath, and faced each other. .

Then, at the same moment, they rushed towards each other in an incomparable tacit understanding, fighting like two wild beasts.

It's a completely desperate way of playing.

When it comes to why they fight, there seem to be many reasons, but none of them seem to be enough to kill each other, but in fact, there is no need for a reason. They both drank alcohol, were in a bad mood, and didn't like each other. big flame. What's more, among men, as long as they get angry, they don't care about anything, let alone be killed, no one will back down.

Of these two people, one had lost most of his right arm, one had three broken ribs, and the other was a son of an aristocratic family who had been specially trained since childhood, and his physique and skills were top-notch. In contrast, when Luo Wencheng was the Second Young Master Luo, he didn't like hardship and had no foundation, but he also learned a little in those three years, and he didn't fight less in the past ten years in his previous life, plus the pain at midnight every day, don't look at it Looking thin, his body is really good, and he is not very disadvantaged.

In addition, he has a 20% bonus, no matter what he does, he can do it very well, even in fights, so even if he has not trained systematically, he naturally knows what to do in his mind, and he can find it from certain angles. Very tricky.

So the two fought back and forth, hugged and rolled around, but neither side clearly had the upper hand.

Until Wei Xingheng found that Luo Wencheng's right arm was difficult to move, and he focused on his right side to attack, Luo Wencheng accidentally cut his right arm backwards, and the severe pain made him exhausted all of his strength. He staggered and was pressed against the bathroom door, screaming. There was a loud bang.

Luo Wencheng pressed the door panel with his left hand to get up, but he pressed harder behind him, his right arm was twisted to an extremely twisted angle, and he groaned in pain.

The two were panting violently almost on top of each other, both with bruised nose and swollen face, but Wei Xingheng was worse, Luo Wencheng's mouth and cheekbones were red and swollen, Wei Xingheng sneered and said, "Hit it again, I can't see it, it's pretty good." !"

"Boom boom boom!"

There was an anxious knock on the door, followed by an even more anxious call from Zheng Chang: "Wen Cheng, are you inside? Wen Cheng!"

Wei Xingheng was startled.

Taking advantage of the moment when he was stunned, Luo Wencheng did not reach out to pull the door latch, but stretched his left hand backwards, grabbing Wei Xingheng's face indiscriminately, and then kicked the door panel and retreated wildly until Wei Xingheng Xing Heng hit the wall with his back, he let go of his hand, and then knocked the back of his head back.

bang.

Luo Wencheng was slightly shorter than Wei Xingheng by two centimeters, and the back of his head hit the bridge of Wei Xingheng's nose. It was as if his nose, which had finally stopped bleeding, was completely shattered. Wei Xingheng screamed, and Luo Wencheng did too. Knocking himself into darkness, the two of them fell down at the same time.

Wei Xingheng had exactly half of his body pressed against Luo Wencheng.

At the same time, the toilet door was kicked open with a bang, and the door panel slammed against the wall, making a second loud bang.

There was almost a circle of people outside, but there was a distance of more than half a meter between that circle of people and the front one.

And the person in the front is extremely tall and imposing. Just by looking at those long legs and the way he kicked the door, one can see how terrifying explosive power is hidden in that body.

When he saw the situation in the bathroom, his face, which was already heavy, suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.