"You...what do you want to do?" Zheng Shaohe looked at Ye Fan in horror and asked nervously.
"What do you want to do? I'll deal with you!"
An evil smile appeared at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and then he grabbed Zheng Shaohe's wrist with one hand. His hand was like a vise, pinching Zheng Shaohe's wrist until it almost deformed.
At the beginning, Zheng Shaohe could still hold back and not scream.
"Master Zheng, I didn't expect you to be quite tolerant? Haha!" Ye Fan sneered disdainfully.
Zheng Shaohe snorted coldly and retorted: "A real man won't shed tears when he has them! I won't shed tears when I bleed!"
"Yeah?"
Just when Ye Fan tried his best again, Zheng Shaohe could no longer suppress the pain in his heart.
"hiss--"
I saw him suddenly take in a breath of cold air, and his whole body was gritting his teeth in pain, and the pain was so painful that he almost shed tears.
"Ye Fan! You... please be gentle! It hurts me so much... Ouch, ouch!"
Zheng Shaohe was in so much pain that he couldn't bear to die, so he quickly begged.
"Mr. Zheng, didn't you just say that a real man won't shed tears easily and won't shed tears if he bleeds? Why did you give in so quickly?"
Ye Fan smiled playfully and teased quite meaningfully.
"Then...that's just me being stubborn for a moment! Ye Fan, you...let go of your hand quickly, my hand is about to be cut off by you!" Zheng Shaohe responded with an embarrassed smile.
said.
Ye Fan sneered calmly and said: "You can let go! But you have to fulfill your promise! You are willing to admit defeat!"
"You... don't go too far! I... I am the eldest young master of the Zheng family. If you want me to admit in public that I am mentally ill, how can I lose face?"
Zheng Shaohe felt dissatisfied. He felt that he had a prominent status, so how could he make a fool of himself in public casually?
"What about the eldest young master of the Zheng family? Even if I am the King of Heaven, I have to fulfill my promise! I am willing to admit defeat!"
Finished!
Ye Fan increased his strength again, and then pinched.
"hiss--"
"hiss--"
Suddenly, Zheng Shaohe gasped in pain and almost fainted on the spot.
"Ah...ah! Ye Fan, my wrist is about to be cut off by you...Hurry up and let me go..."
Zheng Shaohe screamed repeatedly in pain, and his whole body screamed in agony.
"Master Zheng!"
After Xiang Yuanming and others saw this, they quickly asked with concern.
At this time, Xiang Yuanming warned angrily: "Ye Fan, don't push yourself too far! If you embarrass Young Master Zheng like this, he will definitely not be able to spare you!"
"That's right! Mr. Zheng is the eldest young master of the Zheng family. How could he bow his head to a rotten person like you?" Xiang Xinyu retorted with the same unconvinced tone.
"Yeah?"
Ye Fan smiled disdainfully. After speaking, he increased his strength again and pinched Zheng Shaohe's wrist until it was almost deformed.
"Ah...ah! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch, ouch, ouch..."
Zheng Shaohe was so painful that he howled like a slaughtered pig, and he knelt down in front of Mark in pain.
"Ye Fan...oh no! Brother Fan! Please be gentler...if you continue to exert force like this, you will break my wrist..."
Zheng Shaohe begged bitterly with a sad face.
At this time, Ye Fan smiled playfully and asked lightly: "Master Zheng, Mr. Xiang said you will not let me go, right?"
"No...that's not right! Brother Fan, don't worry, I won't cause trouble for you!"
Zheng Shaohe was so frightened that he quickly shook his head and held his conscience when speaking.
In fact, he hated Ye Fan deeply, but now he had to give in.
If you want revenge, you have to endure it!
Seeing that Zheng Shaohe had given up, Ye Fan turned around, grinned at Xiang Yuanming, and said jokingly: "Mr. Xiang, it seems that I have disappointed you! Mr. Zheng will not trouble me."
"you?"
Xiang Yuanming was so angry that he was speechless. He never thought that Mark would be so arrogant.
At this time, Ye Fan ignored his dissatisfaction and continued to ask Zheng Shaohe, "Young Master Zheng, Miss Xiang said you will not bow to me, right?"
Speaking of this, Ye Fan once again increased his strength slightly. As a result, Zheng Shaohe shouted in pain, "Brother Fan, don't listen to her nonsense, I am willing to bow my head! I...I have a brain."
Illness! It needs to be cured!”
"Master Zheng! Didn't you eat today? Why are you speaking so quietly? Louder!" Ye Fan said with deep meaning.
"you?"
As a result, Zheng Shaohe hesitated for a moment, and Ye Fan increased his efforts again.
"Ouch——"
Zheng Shaohe screamed in pain on the spot, and then shouted loudly: "I'm mentally ill!"