The man with the tinfoil iron smiled playfully: "Why, is this beauty trying to rely on me?"
Song Qingge rolled her eyes at him: "Who wants to rely on you? Don't be sentimental. But you bumped into me. Isn't this a fact?"
The tinfoil-burning man and the other three looked at each other and laughed out loud.
"Beauty, I admit that I bumped into you. So, let me be responsible for you now."
After saying that, he suddenly raised his hand and held Song Qingge's slender, white ankle.
"Come here, let my brother rub it for you."
Song Qingge couldn't bear the man's teasing, so he immediately raised his hand and slapped the tinfoil on his face!
Snapped!
A slap in the face, the tinfoil was hot and banged, and he fell to the ground with his arms stretched out.
"Damn, how dare you hit Mr. Li? Are you tired of living?!"
"Smelly cousin, you are in such big trouble!"
The three men and women behind the tinfoil ironing were all filled with indignation, pointing at Song Qingge and shouting curses.
"Master Li, let me help you teach this damn woman a lesson!" The curly-haired man rolled up his sleeves and prepared to step forward to deal with Song Qingge.
But just as he was about to move, he was caught by the tinfoil iron.
Tinfoil stood up from the ground and looked at Song Qingge with cold eyes: "Damn it, I really didn't expect that in this three-acre area of Hangzhou, a woman would dare to hit me."
He pointed at Song Qingge and said coldly: "Do you know who I am?"
Curly Mao echoed: "Damn woman, do you know who Mr. Li is? Do you know the Li family, one of the four major families in Hangzhou?"
"Young Master Li is the son of the Li family in Hangzhou. How dare you hit Young Master Li!"
By the way, this tinfoil-burning man is indeed a child of the Li family in Hangzhou. His name is Li Pei, the fourth eldest son in the Li family, and he is a well-known playboy among the second-generation circles in Hangzhou.
At this time, the long-haired woman among the four people suddenly came over and grabbed Song Qingge's hair.
"How dare you sit here and kneel in front of Mr. Li!"
As she spoke, she savagely pulled Song Qingge's hair and forced her to kneel in front of the tinfoil iron.
Song Qingge looks soft and weak, but she is very hard in her bones.
It is absolutely impossible for her to kneel down to Li Pei!
"Hit me!" Li Pei shouted coldly.
The long-haired woman raised her hand and slapped Song Qingge in the face!
Snapped!
Song Qingge's face suddenly left red fingerprints.
"How dare you hit Mr. Li! I'll beat you to death today!"
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
The long-haired woman slapped Song Qingge three times in succession, causing blood to ooze from the corners of her mouth.
Song Qingge gritted his teeth and looked at the four of them coldly.
Li Pei looked at him proudly, tilted his head, held a cigarette in his mouth, and blew out a puff of smoke.
"You still dare to challenge me? Okay, I will kill you today."
He winked at Curly Hair next to him: "You and Lili, take off her clothes. I want to see how long she can carry it."
After saying that, he laughed coldly.
"Master Li, no problem, leave it to me." Curly Hair curled up his lips and walked towards Song Qingge with the long-haired woman.
Song Qingge was really a little panicked.
She is not afraid of being beaten, but it is impossible not to be afraid of being humiliated by stripping her clothes for punishment.
She sat on the ground and moved back bit by bit.
However, the long-haired woman grabbed her hair and prevented her from moving.
"Still want to run? Where are you going? I told you just now, you have offended Mr. Li and you are dead!"
As she said that, she grabbed Song Qingge's collar and tore it apart hard!
Hiss!
Song Qingge's clothes were torn apart from the collar in an instant, revealing a large piece of dazzling white...
"Tsk, tsk, not bad, really good. Her skin is really white."
