Jiang Ying held on to his body and felt like the world was spinning.
If nothing unexpected happened, someone should have tampered with the drink, but she was careful, but she didn't expect it to happen anyway.
A desperate despair swept through his body.
In a daze, she saw other women in the box getting up and leaving.
The next moment, a man approached.
Judging from the figure, it was Mr. Jiao who made her extremely sick.
When she opened her mouth, she was greeted by the unpleasant smell of wine. She tried her best to protect her cheeks and neck, but the strength of her resistance only aroused the man's desire to conquer.
The pain in her cheek made her wake up briefly, and then her defense was completely lost!
The collar was torn open and the cold air suddenly hit her, instantly engulfing her in a sense of humiliation.
Jiang Ying closed her eyes in despair.
The next moment, the whole world regained its lightness.
The man on top of him was lifted up by his collar and thrown out.
Jiang Ying gasped for fresh air, her eyes refocused and fell on the young man's face, "Xiaodong..."
Zhao Dong took off his coat and put it on Jiang Ying, "Sister Ying, don't be afraid."
Jiang Ying nodded desperately, tears falling from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably.
Zhao Dong took a deep breath and looked at the balding man not far away, anger rising out of thin air.
The music in the box had stopped, and Mr. Jiao was helped to stand up.
He rubbed his chin. The punch he received just now was so strong that even his gums were a little loose.
He spat on the ground with bloody spit, and then asked fiercely, "Brother, there is blood, I'm afraid this will cause trouble today!"
Someone stepped forward and reminded, "Brother, this kid is fucking Zhao Dong!"
Mr. Jiao was still drunk and asked with scarlet eyes, "Which Zhao Dong?"
The man was a little cautious, "He is our new security section chief from Tianding, the one who was arrested this morning!"
Mr. Jiao sneered, "Who did I think she was? It turns out to be Jiang Ying's mistress!"
As he said that, he looked at Jiang Ying and asked, "I thought you were so noble, that when you come to work in Tianding, you have to bring your little lover with you? Emotions are such a bitch! Then why are you and I pretending to be innocent?"
"What's the matter? Was it because of this boy that you asked me to decorate Tianding just now?"
"Damn it, it's not much freer than me. Is it a good life?"
"He is doing well, and I, Lao Jiao, am not bad either!"
A group of men burst into laughter.
Zhao Dong clenched his fists and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Wang Meng, "Dongzi, take the people away first, and we'll talk about the rest later!"
Jiang Ying also pulled the corner of Zhao Dong's clothes to indicate that she was fine.
Zhao Dong took a deep breath and finally suppressed his anger.
He turned around, helped Jiang Ying up, and walked out side by side.
Someone stepped forward and stopped him, "Fuck, you can come when you want, leave when you want, and you even beat my brother. What are you thinking?"
Wang Meng stepped forward and pushed the person away, scolding him, "Mr. Jiao, have you drunk too much? Do you even dare to stop me?"
The box was dim and Mr. Jiao didn't recognize him clearly. It wasn't until someone around him reminded him that he recognized Wang Meng. They drank together and begged him to do something.
There is no friendship, but he is a local figure and is not easy to offend.
Mr. Jiao grinned, "Hey, it turns out to be Wang Suo. I didn't recognize it just now. I'm so sorry. What are you..."
His tone was not as respectful as expected, but after all, he had been in Jiangbei District for so many years, so he naturally had the confidence to speak.
Wang Meng was not polite, "Zhao Dong is my brother, Mr. Jiao, give me some face?"
Mr. Jiao's expression changed and he winked at a younger brother behind him.