When Meng Beichen came to the door of that house, his men were all gathered there. Because the sound insulation was so good, they could not hear anything going on inside.
He glared at the men, then suddenly took out a gun from his waist and fired at the door lock.
He opened the door in response, kicked his foot, and walked through the small aisle two meters away. At a glance, he saw two white bodies intertwined on the big bed.
He was stunned for a moment, then became furious and shouted at his men without looking back: "Guard them all outside the door for me!"
Staring at the scene in front of him, blood almost burst out of his eyes, especially when he saw the woman taking the initiative, his face quickly turned livid, and he felt a murderous aura.[
The gun that had been tucked away at his waist was pulled out again, killing both of them with one shot.
"Han Yixing!"
He roared angrily, but what she didn't hear was just a low murmur and squirming on the person beneath her. The two of them were naked and not even covered by a quilt. He almost had a brain hemorrhage when he saw him.
He took a step forward, picked up her hand, and slapped her in the face.
"That's why you came to the birthday party!"
He hit him so hard that Han Yixing was almost knocked off the bed. He was stunned for a moment, his eyes were blurred, his cheeks were red, and his whole body felt like it was on fire. He had drank alcohol before, and he couldn't wake up completely.
Seeing someone next to him, he walked up to him again and said in a low voice with a hint of pain: "Meng Beichen... feels uncomfortable..."
She couldn't see the person in front of her clearly at all, so she just muttered.
Meng Beichen subconsciously wanted to throw her away again, but he heard Gerich gasping and shouting to him: "Don't hurt Ah Xing... We fell into a trap and were drugged..."
After saying that, his whole body was on fire with discomfort, and he stumbled towards the bathroom.
Only then did Meng Beichen notice that his arm was bloody, with a piece of glass stuck in it, and there was a broken red wine glass next to the bed.
"Ugh...Meng Beichen...I feel so uncomfortable, Meng Beichen..."
But the woman who was clinging to him kept shouting his name, and her rationality gradually came back. She looked at the food and wine on the table on the other side, the messy ground, and the clothes of the two of them under their feet.