Life With You

Chen Hao let out a muffled cry of ‘Ah’, and raised his hand to cover his left eyebrow. Song Xi stood less than two meters away from him. There was no fear in his eyes, only a deep contempt and anger.

About five seconds later, Chen Hao took away his hand and took a look with his open right eye. He saw red in his palm. He immediately became angry, gritted his teeth and cursed "Fuck", then got up and ran towards Song Xi. .

Song Xi didn't dodge or hide, because the whole brain was blank. When everyone got up and tried to stop, only a glimmer of light across the air, something fell across the sky, just hitting Chen Hao's face, Chen Hao just He felt the pain of acupuncture, and the fire was burning. He couldn't even make a sound. He instinctively sucked in the air-conditioning. After returning to his senses, he looked down. There was half a cigarette at his feet. The cigarette butts were golden red and still burning. With.

There are not many people smoking in the house, but those who dare to throw cigarettes on his face...

Without a second thought, Chen Hao looked across the table, where George Sheng still looked like an old man, his slender fingers stroked the edge of the crystal ashtray intentionally or unintentionally.

Everyone held their breath, no one dared to speak.

Chen Hao was furious, and a bad breath rushed to his forehead, but when he met George Sheng's indifferent gaze, he still resisted his temper and said with a smile, "Brother Sheng, have you drunk too much? This throw is really far away." ."

George Shengyun calmly said, "Do you have an opinion?"

Chen Hao's expression sank. He was also a human being in the night city. George Sheng threw a cigarette **** on his face in public. He took the initiative to give it to the stairs. The other party was still not down. If this was passed out, would he still want to get mixed up in the future?

"What do you mean?" Chen Hao's smile was constricted, and the atmosphere suddenly became depressed and sharp.

George Sheng didn't even pick his eyelids, and said to himself: "Do not hit a woman in front of me."

Hearing this, Chen Hao finally understood, but he was even more unconvinced, so Yin and Yang said strangely: "Brother Sheng is so pitiful and pitiful, I hit my own woman, you also feel distressed?"

George Sheng's deep gaze moved to Song Xi, fixed on her pale face, her thin lips opened, "Are you his?"

Song Xi drank a lot of wine, but at this moment, his mind was very clear, with George Sheng on one side and Chen Hao on the other. She would not wait to see either side, but if she had to choose one...

"No." Her pink lips closed together, and her voice was not loud but very clear.

George Sheng curled his lips almost as expected, but Chen Hao looked gloomy and stared at Song Xi sternly.

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

Chen Hao's complexion changed a few times, but he couldn't swallow the bad breath, and said in a deep voice, "You don't lack women? I like me to help you find it. Song Xi is what I like, so you just take it away without giving me face. ?"

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

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

Today, he was also forced to go to Liangshan. Once Song Xi had been fascinated by him for a long time, he couldn't just let him go out in vain; secondly, George Sheng frustrated him in public. So many people saw him. If he didn't say a word, he would stay in the night. The city really has no place.

The smell of gunpowder in the room is full, and the war is about to start.

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

Chen Hao was stunned, and only had time to let out a muffled hum. Before he could respond, George Sheng was holding the remaining half of the ashtray against his neck and pressing it against the wall.

The sharp incision of the ashtray brought Chen Hao's neck to the bleeding line, and at the same time, the moment his head was smashed, this effort began to bleed down.

George Sheng's handsome face was calm, looking at Chen Hao, whose face was pale and his pupils diminished, he asked softly: "Do you want face?"

There was a sharp tingling pain from his neck, and he didn't even dare to pant, because every time he touched the incision, it was a hot pain.

The pain made people sober, he regretted why he had to challenge in front of George Sheng, with his back pressed against the cold wall, he shook his head not daring to move, and he could only replied with a panic expression: "Sheng, Brother Sheng, I am wrong. Yes, I drank too much and talked nonsense, please don't take it to your heart."

In the huge private room, there was a sound of needle falling, and George Sheng said word by word: "She, I like it, and it depends on the owner to beat the dog, you know?"

"I know, I know." Chen Hao answered again and again.

Everyone thought that George Sheng was stunned and turned into a red face, but when Song Xi heard this, his face was pale and pale, even worse than Chen Hao.

George Sheng compared her to a dog, a dog he raised.

After saying this, it took a few seconds for George Sheng to withdraw his hand and toss half of an ashtray on the table at random. With a bang, he pulled the numb Song Xi open the door and walked out. Regardless of the crowd behind him, their faces were pale, as if they had just escaped from a ghost gate.