Listening to their conversation, I roughly understood that the man should be Yang Jiaqi's boyfriend.
But I couldn't help but think about this scene now. It was obvious that the man had betrayed Yang Jiaqi, and he did so in such a big name.
But judging from the man's hairstyle and clothing, he doesn't look like a serious person.
His hair was dyed colorful and he was dressed in a fashionable manner. He looked like a gangster who had been hanging out on Ninth Street for a long time.
Their curses became louder and louder. Even though they were across the street, I could still hear them clearly.
After Yang Jiaqi was slapped by the man, she covered her face and started crying.
The man showed no mercy at all. Instead, he hugged the prostitute's waist and said, "Yang Jiaqi, you fucking dare to fight me, I will dump you now."
"Wang Yu, don't be like this, just go back with me...please go back with me..." Yang Jiaqi begged.
The prostitute next to Wang Yu pushed Yang Jiaqi away and screamed: "Get away! Brother Yu doesn't like you anymore, why are you still pestering him?"
"Shut up!" Yang Jiaqi yelled at the woman.
Before he finished speaking, Wang Yu pushed Yang Jiaqi to the ground with his backhand and cursed: "Yang Jiaqi, I gave you a fucking face, didn't I?"
"Wang Yu, how can you do this to me? I have always been so good to you. I see you come back very late every day, and I even quit my job to come here to be with you... How can you do this to me?!
"
Wang Yu snorted coldly and said: "Who do you think you are? Since Yang Jiaqi has been seen by you today, I will tell you everything! I have not liked you for a long time. You are just a village girl who wears clothes every day.
You are slovenly, and you don’t like to dress up. You can’t even put on makeup. I feel embarrassed even walking with you!”
These words were so hurtful that I felt angry in my heart.
Then Yang Jiaqi said something again, but I didn't hear it, her voice was very low.
But the man named Wang Yu cursed again: "Get out of here! I feel sick when I see you. I've had enough of you for so long. I'm still with you just because I want you to give me money."
It's just for use...do you understand?"
Damn, I can't listen anymore.
Although this has nothing to do with me, from Yang Jiaqi's perspective, I really can't stand it.
My head suddenly became clear, I grabbed the half bottle of mineral water on the ground and rushed across the street.
Without saying a word, I stepped forward and smashed the mineral water bottle in my hand at the man's head.
A mineral water bottle can't hurt him in the slightest.
But this immediately stunned him, and he turned to glare at me and cursed: "Fuck! Who the hell are you?"
"I am your grandpa! Grandson..." After replying, I reached out and helped Yang Jiaqi up from the ground.
Yang Jiaqi looked at me with tears in her eyes and asked, "Brother, you haven't left yet?"
I shook my head at her and said to her: "Such a man is not worthy of your nostalgia, come with me!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished speaking, that Wang Yu suddenly sneered twice and said: "Oh... I understand, Yang Jiaqi has been doing this for a long time and you have already broken your shoes!"
As he said that, he looked me up and down again and said with great disdain: "That's it? Yang Jiaqi, who are you looking for? He must be as old as your father!"
After saying that, he burst out laughing, and the little girl next to him also laughed too.
Why do I feel so uncomfortable when I hear this? I admit that I am already a middle-aged man, but I am not nearly the same as Yang Jiaqi’s father, right?
I immediately glared at Wang Yu and said calmly: "Grandson, shut your stinky mouth!"
"Who are you talking to? Do you know who I am? Go find out who Brother Yu from Ninth Street is, and then challenge me."
I didn't want to get along with a little bastard like him, so I turned to Yang Jiaqi and said, "Let's go! Don't tell him, it's boring."
Yang Jiaqi didn't seem to want to leave. She said to me: "Brother, please leave first. I'm fine. Seriously, just go!"
Wang Yu echoed from the side: "Did you hear that? Uncle, I told you to mind your own business...does the matter between us have anything to do with you?"
After saying that, he pulled Yang Jiaqi over and held a woman in his arms, looking very shy.
I suddenly felt that I was a bit sentimental. This is really a pitiful person who must be hateful! He really does not deserve my sympathy.
Looking at the scene in front of him, he smiled bitterly and turned around to leave.
But just when I turned around, I heard a scream of "ah".
I instinctively looked back and saw Wang Yu squatting on the ground, his hands protecting his legs, with a look of pain on his face.
Looking at Yang Jiaqi again, she had already run over from him, and the little girl was also stunned on the spot.
I had no idea what was happening. Yang Jiaqi ran towards me and shouted to me: "Brother, run quickly..."
I didn't know what happened, but without hesitation at all, I turned around and followed Yang Jiaqi and ran straight ahead.
I ran for a long time until everything around me became quiet, and I was sure that no one was catching up behind me.
Yang Jiaqi stopped and leaned against a street lamp, panting.
I was also panting so hard that I sat down on the road rock. I had drunk too much wine, and with the rush of running, my stomach started to churn again.
"Brother, you...get up quickly. After strenuous exercise...you can't, you can't sit on the ground...quickly, get up quickly."
Yang Jiaqi shouted to me and stepped forward to help me.
I waved my hand at her and said with difficulty: "Don't touch me, I'm going to vomit... vomit..."
Before he finished speaking, he vomited in the street.
Yang Jiaqi kept patting me on the back and asked me: "Brother, how are you? Are you feeling better?"
I just felt like all the food in my stomach had been emptied out, and my body was also emptied out.
But I finally felt more comfortable. I took a long breath and lay down on the roadside.
Yang Jiaqi hurriedly came to help me again: "Brother, don't fall asleep here, the ground is cold!"
I waved my hand at her and said: "Don't...leave me alone. I'm comfortable lying like this...don't touch me, let me sleep for a while...it'll be fine in a while."
After saying that, I actually fell asleep.
This is the state of a drunk person. He doesn't care where he is. His head is so dizzy that he can still care about so much.
But I still had some consciousness. Subconsciously, I felt like someone was always helping me. It seemed that the person holding me was struggling and had to stop and take a breath every few steps.
But I still couldn't wake up, and it felt like my eyelids were filled with lead.
…
After I fully regained consciousness, it was already the next morning. I sat up from the bed in a daze and looked around confusedly.
I was shocked to find that this was an extremely unfamiliar room. The room was very narrow and could only accommodate a bed and a small cabinet at the end of the bed.
I rubbed my head vigorously, and when I raised my hands, I realized that my clothes were gone. I was actually naked!
Then, I suddenly opened the quilt.
I breathed a long sigh of relief, but fortunately I still had my pants.