The smell of blood seeped out from between his teeth.
颜慕北伸手擦了擦嘴角,居然被揍破了嘴唇角,他舔了舔伤口处,将融和着牙血的唾液啐进地上.
A mouthful of blood-red color is shocking.
Lin Qianqian's heart ached: "Bleeding, bleeding..."
Before she could finish speaking, Yan Mubei suddenly pushed her to the side, and then his body moved to the other side.
Shangguan Zhixuan's figure flew into the air, and the second punch missed him. Shangguan Zhixuan gritted his teeth in anger, and he quickly turned around and rushed forward again.
At this time, there was no such thing as family education and etiquette.
When anger reaches its peak, the most instinctive solution for human beings is violence.
When Yan Mubei said that he had slept with Lin Qianqian countless times, he had accumulated countless hatreds in his body. When he punched his elderly grandfather, Shangguan Zhixuan could no longer tolerate it.
这个揍了他几次又抢走所爱的男人,就像鬼魂一样阴魂不散,这几年来缠绕着他的生活.
Shangguan Zhixuan felt that he could no longer be calm and could no longer come up with strategies to deal with him, so he could only use the most direct method to determine the outcome.
Fighting is the most direct and effective method.
He rushed over again, and Yan Mubei reached out to take off his fist, struck him with a backhand, hit his chest and knocked him away.
How could a young man who grew up in a big family with good food and housing, who never endured hardship or tiredness, be a match for someone who grew up in the underworld and experienced numerous singles and group fights.
Even with one hand, Yan Mubei was able to easily subdue the furious Shangguan Zhixuan.
But he didn't want to subdue him, he just wanted to punch him in kind.
Just when he lost control, Lin Qianqian hurriedly stopped him: "No, Yan Mubei, don't hit anyone, you promised me..."
He promised her that he would never hit anyone again, at least not Shangguan Zhixuan again.
Yan Mubei withdrew his fists, and the evil energy in his body surged, and he viciously threw Shangguan Zhixuan into the sofa. "
"Huh, you're lucky." The man took two steps back and returned to Lin Qianqian's side.
Lin Qianqian took out a tissue, her eyes worried and distressed: "The corners of your mouth are still bleeding. Does it hurt? Oh my god, it seems to be quite serious."
She stood on tiptoe and wiped her. At this moment, she only had Yan Mubei in her eyes.
"It doesn't hurt." The man lowered his head, accommodating her movements, and his eyes softened a bit because of her.
Lin Guoqun and his wife quickly stepped forward to help Shangguan Zhendong and Shangguan Zhixuan: "It's okay, it's okay. We were just impulsive. It's okay."
We all belong to the upper class circles, and the two families have several cooperative projects, so we can't fall out over this.
Although the Shangguan family is not as rich as the Yan family, their power should not be underestimated.
Especially those who have close contacts with the big officials in the capital.
Shangguan Zhixuan shook off Wan Lizhu's support and staggered forward to help his grandfather: "Are you okay?"
Shangguan Zhendong shook his head, his hand holding the cane trembling.
No one has ever dared to attack him, especially in the following decades, after he gained extremely high honor and reputation, Yan Mubei was the first person to attack him.
At that moment, when he punched himself, he was not afraid of the opponent's fist, but was frightened by the evil aura on Yan Mubei's face.
What a domineering person.
Even worse than my younger self.
No wonder he can hold up most of the sky in C City with one hand.