Zhou Jirong didn't expect that Madman Ling still hadn't calmed down after being beaten so hard. He secretly thought that it was not good and the matter was serious. He walked over with a smile and said, "Madman, you don't have to do it? Nothing happened to my sister-in-law. Nothing happened to this guy."
Look, it’s the kind of thing that has a lustful heart but no courage. Just teach him a lesson.”
"Nothing happened?!" Ling Yansen suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhou Jirong with sharp and piercing eyes like an eagle. His squinted eyes were dark and dark. He sneered, "You mean you are hoping something will happen?
right?"
"...Haha, madman, look at you, you are so serious! Whoever thinks of me like this, Zhou Jirong, would not think so." Zhou Jirong smiled dryly and reacted quickly, but his eyes changed slightly, no longer the cynical one before.
He had been hanging out with Guangxi since he was a child, and he thought he could adapt to Madman Ling's unpredictable and terrifying temperament, but at this moment he looked like a lion about to go crazy, and he thought to himself that he might have gone too far this time.
Zhou Jirong looked at the woman in the corner who was still twisting and turning, and then at Ling Yansen, whose silhouette was as heavy as iron. It was the first time he saw him being so serious about a woman. This woman was actually Duan Fei's daughter. He thought to himself
, things are getting more and more interesting.
Looking at the bruised and swollen man on the ground who was only breathing, Zhou Jirong stared at Ling Yansen's face and said carefully, "Madman, it's all about fighting and making trouble. We can't do anything outrageous like using a knife. This is not the United States after all.
A little trouble can lead to a catastrophic disaster. For a sensible person like you, don't let your anger get the best of you. I see that my sister-in-law seems to be feeling very uncomfortable..."
As soon as he heard Qing Wu, the fire in Ling Yansen's eyes instantly turned bright and clear. He lazily dusted the man on the ground who was twisted in pain, pinched the arm that was broken by him, and mercilessly threw it in the air.
The man bared his teeth and almost fainted, "You're damn lucky! Don't let me see you again in Luancheng!"
After saying that, he stood up, picked up Qingwu, who was so charming that she was moaning restlessly, and kept tugging at her clothes, and strode out.
Zhou Jirong took out a card from his wallet. Although he looked apologetic, his eyes were not necessarily serious. He put the card on the man like a gentleman and said, "Brother, I have wronged you. This
It's my kindness, and there are two hundred thousand in it, which is more than enough for medical expenses."
As he spoke, the corners of his mouth raised, and his eyes were cold and full of sarcasm, "He hasn't hit anyone so hard in many years. You are really brave. Even if you want to take advantage, you shouldn't pick on his woman."
Ah...well...thank you for your kind guest appearance."
After the explanation, he also left.
In the dark private room, the man who could no longer move after being beaten cried out in pain, with a strong hatred in his eyes.
Road. Aston Martin interior.
With a dark face, Ling Yansen buttoned up the button she had unbuttoned for the twelfth time. Before letting go, her little hand tirelessly entangled it with the pearl button that was stained with the sweat in his palm for the twelfth time.
The struggle started again.
"Don't move! Do you hear me?" Ling Yansen growled with a tigerish face, threatening her coldly with a pair of frightening eyes.
He didn't know that speaking serious words to a woman who was drunk and drugged by a ruthless trap in front of her was completely equivalent to doing useless work. Qing Wu's brain had long been run out, and she was still a bit fearful on weekdays.
This pervert, at this moment, she was already lawless, and she definitely didn't take him seriously.
She smiled charmingly, her fair-white cheeks tinged with pink, but she wrinkled slightly because of the hard work she endured. She grabbed the button and pulled it back and forth with her hands, muttering pitifully, her watery eyes glowing with a deadly luster.
Just looking at him longingly, "It's hot...it's so hot, it's so hot that I'm going to die!"
"Pfft!" The man driving in front suddenly sprayed water on the front glass of the car, and then he smiled obscenely like he wanted to but didn't dare to blatantly smile, hunched his shoulders and shook violently.
Ling Yansen raised his eyes quickly, and glanced forward with a sharp, razor-like gaze. Then he stretched out his long legs and gracefully kicked towards the driver's seat in front. The man who was driving felt a pain in his back and leaned forward on the steering wheel.
Hit it.
The result is an emergency brake.
"There are millions of car seat covers, and you are willing to kick your footprints on them!" Zhou Jirong pursed his lips, trying his best to hold back his laughter, and glanced at the sculpture-like man in the rearview mirror, and then at him.
The restless kitten's paws in his arms, the smile gathering at the end of his eyes became even stronger.
"Have you recently been a spokesperson for green travel, or have you been frozen out of a small bank by Mr. Zhou? Why are you so shabby that you have to share a car with others?" Ling Yansen scorned, and he never hesitated to use his venomous tongue when facing Zhou Jirong.
Zhou Jirong pretended to be sad, "Do I have the same scumbag face as you? Why are my good intentions always unpaid?"
Qingwu couldn't understand the undercurrent between the two men. She just tried hard to fight against the annoying button on her chest, but the buttons on Givenchy's shirt were of high quality. She didn't know what happened to this man.
It was buckled for her, and after tearing and struggling for a long time, she just couldn't untie it.
If hands can't do it, then she uses her mouth. She bites it, tilts her head sharply, and pulls it. The button falls off and the clothes are torn.
Ling Yansen was stunned, his eyes fixed on her drool-stained lips. There was enough light in the car, which made her pink lips crystal clear. He couldn't move his eyes away. His Adam's apple moved, and he coughed awkwardly.
To cover up the sound of swallowing saliva.
Qingwu blinked her eyes, and raised her chin at him innocently, like a victorious child, with the afterglow of clear waves in her clear pupils, and the seductive whisper that overflowed from her lips, shocking her.
Ling Yansen's muscles tensed, he frowned deeply, forced himself to look away, stretched out his hand to tighten the open skirt that was bitten by her, and asked Zhou Jirong in a deep voice, "You didn't notice that she was tricked into this? I