The Joy of Rebirth

As soon as he stepped out of the Lamborghini, Ye Bihuang saw a person lying on the ground.

It was a girl, wearing a black wrap skirt, a white lining on the upper body, and a black swallowtail. Her hair was spread over her shoulders, covering half of her face, looking hazy.

But looking at the figure, this girl is still quite beautiful, especially because she fell down and half-opened her top, revealing half of her white breasts. Just a little bit, the bright red cherries might have been exposed, and the snow-white and smooth snow peaks, The skin of Qishang Saixue is all the best in the world, and the body of a devil is probably like this.

"Excuse me, is there nothing wrong with you?"

Ye Bihuang did not reach out to help the fallen girl in front of him. After all, the girl had just made him angry, and his originally comfortable mood was ruined by her sudden appearance.

The girl was holding a leather bag in one hand and supporting the ground with one hand, looking tough and weak. When she looked up and saw Ye Bihuang, she suddenly lowered her head and hid her face in her hair, looking very embarrassed.

"Hey, it feels so familiar. I seem to have seen you before." Because of the angle and light, when the girl raised her head just now, Ye Bihuang only had a glimpse, and that glance felt very familiar.

"No...I don't know you." The girl said in fear, "You can leave quickly, I'll be fine."

Ye Bihuang was angry at first, but when he heard the girl's weak voice, he couldn't help but feel a little soft. After all, he didn't lose anything, and the other party made an unintentional mistake, and he fell to the ground. It didn't look like he was careless. Ye Bihuang He sighed, bent down, and stretched out his hand to help the girl: "What? Does the fall hurt?"

The girl gently opened Ye Bihuang's hand and said, "I told you to leave. You, please leave quickly."

This voice is really too familiar.

But whose is it?

Ye Bihuang's hands were hanging in the air, thinking blankly.

Girls like this, dressed up like this, mostly enjoy a colorful life outside and earn money for sex. For such girls, they say they don’t despise them and look at them with normal people’s eyes, but deep down in Ye Bihuang’s heart, he actually resists. If you can't help it, don't get in touch with it; if you can't help it, don't get to know it.

He was just being polite to the girl on the ground.

Yes, at most it’s just courtesy.

At the same time, several middle-aged men with big bellies walked out of the Jin Delu Hotel next to the road. One middle-aged man's head was bleeding, as if he had been hit by a wine bottle just now.

"Where is that stinky motherfucker? You idiot, how dare you hit me? Look at me and let her walk around without food." The man with the bleeding head cursed.

Suddenly, he saw the woman lying on the ground, the woman who had been lightly knocked down by Ye Bihuang's Lamborghini just now. His eyes lit up and he immediately stepped forward.

"Liang Jing! Tell me, why are you running? Don't you know that all your wages will be lost if you run away?" The middle-aged man walked up to Ye Bihuang and said fiercely.

Liang Jing.

A flash of lightning flashed in Ye Bihuang's mind. Yes, the girl in front of him is Liang Jing. No wonder her temperament, figure and voice are so familiar. She must have recognized me just now, but why didn't she dare to recognize me and yet drove me away? ?

Thinking of this, Ye Bihuang's face became strange. Could it be that Liang Jing, who looked quite lively and pure, was in that kind of profession? Thinking of this, Ye Bihuang retracted his outstretched hand and remained silent.

Liang Jing raised her head and glared at the man with bleeding head, and said angrily: "That's the salary I deserve for being a car model, not the money I get for drinking and sleeping with you."

"I don't care what you think. If you work as a car model and work under me, you have to do things according to my ideas. No matter what, you have to accompany me tonight."

The meaning of accompanying him is obvious.

Behind the man with the bleeding head, stood six or seven middle-aged men with big muscles and round waists. They looked quite untouchable. They looked at Liang Jing with ferocious faces, as if they were looking at a piece of fat.

Liang Jing looked around, her black and white eyes filled with fear. She knew that if no one helped her today, she would not be able to escape.

Ye Bihuang.

Yes, Ye Bihuang, he knows martial arts.

A flash of light suddenly appeared in Liang Jing's desperate eyes. She grabbed Ye Bihuang's trousers, her eyes full of longing: "Ye Bihuang, Ye Bihuang, I beg you, save me." Her voice was very sad and weak, which made people listen. It feels very distressing.

Ye Bihuang shook his trousers slightly and said calmly: "For you in this industry, isn't this normal?"

Liang Jing instantly understood what Ye Bihuang meant. Seeing Ye Bihuang's somewhat indifferent look, she suddenly felt cold in her heart. But for a chance of survival, she hugged Ye Bihuang's thigh tightly and said with a cry: "Bihuang, I... I am really not what you think. Being a car model is my first job. I came out today just because the manager said that he knew that the auto show was successfully held. I should have been paid after today, but during the banquet, the manager actually said I made an unreasonable request, but I didn’t agree. He said he wouldn’t pay me wages... He touched me, so I picked up a bottle, hit him, and ran out..."

Liang Jing explained sadly, and a fact gradually emerged from her mouth.

Ye Bihuang was confused, could what Liang Jing said be true?

Before Ye Bihuang could sort out the prototype of the facts, the bleeding manager said with a ferocious smile: "Liang Jing, let me tell you, you can't escape today no matter what. You think that this pretty boy can save you, you think too highly of him." ,Grandpa, I can knock him down with just one finger."

This guy didn't know that the owner of the Lamborghini parked nearby was Ye Bihuang, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to say this even if he had the courage to do so.

Ye Bihuang does look weak on the outside, but the muscles on his body are full of explosive power. Originally, Ye Bihuang was hesitant about helping Liang Jing, but the rude words of the bleeding manager angered Ye Bihuang, and he even called himself his grandfather. Look down on yourself.

Ye Bihuang couldn't bear this no matter what.

"Hey, you guy, get out of here as soon as possible. Don't be an eyesore here. If you haven't disappeared from my eyes after the count of ten, you will die miserably."

Ye Bihuang rarely spoke before taking action, but today, in Yanjing, he thought it would be better not to make the matter a big deal.

He is afraid of trouble and doesn't like to use his fists to do everything.

When Liang Jing was talking just now, Ye Bihuang was already sure that this girl was telling the truth. When it came time to distinguish truth from lies, the best agent in the world might not be as powerful as Ye Bihuang.

However, Ye Bihuang wanted to let them go, but the people in front of him might not appreciate it.