The old friends and friends at the table were all shocked.
Cheng Shenke stood with his legs side by side, supporting the table with both hands, and leaned towards Wang Chengzhuo. A look of solemnity flashed in his black eyes, and the veins on his forehead clearly bulged, "You are not worthy of mentioning the name of a dirty and vulgar thing like you."
, put away your desire to insult Mianmian, otherwise you can't afford the price."
Every word is domineering and leaking.
There was strong anger in his eyes, and he had been angry since the first time Wang Chengzhuo mentioned Pei Ruomian.
Due to the situation, he originally wanted to warn him privately.
Unexpectedly, he would actually make love in front of him, "I'm warning you again, put away your dirty thoughts."
After saying that, while everyone was still in shock, he had already taken steps to the door of the box.
Even if Lao Cheng came over, he would not give Ding Sheng this kind of affection, he would have to turn his back.
He opened the door, but before he could step out, a glass teacup flew from behind and hit him on the left side of the head.
The cup fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
He stretched out his hand to cover the place where he was hit. A sharp pain made him frown tightly, and he felt slippery liquid on his hand.
He took his hand back and spread his palms, his fingers stained red with blood.
After Wang Chengzhuo hit Cheng Shenke, he walked up to him fiercely, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, and raised it high, intending to hit him with the bowl again.
He was stopped by Wang Ming who was following him closely.
Wang Chengzhuo struggled twice but failed to break away from Wang Ming's hand, and glanced at him, but it still had no effect.
He cursed at Cheng Shengke, "Who the hell are you? Dare you warn me?"
Cheng Shenke had a cold face and eyes filled with fear. He raised his hand and punched Wang Chengzhuo in the face. Blood flowed from the corner of Wang Chengzhuo's mouth as a result of his punch.
His eyes turned red, like an angry lion, he broke away from Wang Ming's hand and started fighting with Cheng Shenke.
"Stop it, don't fight anymore."
Tonight's birthday boy, the King, covered his heart with one hand and stood a meter or two away from the fight scene, shouting anxiously.
Cheng Shenke's punches were particularly powerful and his skills were pretty good. After a while of fighting, Wang Chengzhuo clearly had the upper hand.
Mrs. Wang was crying from the side. She was wearing seven or eight-inch high heels and didn't know from which angle to help her son.
Wang Chengzhuo was beaten beyond recognition, and Cheng Shenke had no intention of stopping.
The people standing aside were all old bones, about the same age as Mr. Wang, and they all had no good impression of Wang Chengzhuo. At this time, they wished that Cheng Shenke could teach Wang Chengzhuo a lesson, and who would interfere in other people's affairs.
Cheng Shenke fought harder and harder. He didn't drink much tonight, but his head was dizzy. "I asked you to kidnap Mianmian."
"Mianmian is mine."
"..."
At the end of the fight, he and Wang Chengzhuo hugged each other.
When the security guards arrived, Wang Chengzhuo could no longer stand against the wall.
Cheng Shenke was also too tired to stand. He was injured in several places on his body. The most serious one was the place where the back of his head was hit, which was bleeding all the time.
The two families were family friends, so even if they were beaten like this, the police station was not alerted.
Cheng Shenke was sitting on the hospital bed, with his head wrapped in gauze and two band-aids on his handsome face, but it did not affect his appearance at all.
The injured look made him look like a little sheep, which made people feel distressed.
When Ms. Ye heard that her son was injured in a fight, she immediately stopped her world tour with Lao Cheng and came back to take care of her son.
