Zhao Qian informed Xie Qian in front of Xie Heng and did not take Xie Heng seriously at all.
Xie Heng's eyes were deep and he did not have any direct conflict with this lackey.
But Zhao Qian felt that this approach was not enough. When Xie Heng passed him by, Zhao Qian wanted to know how long Xie Heng could endure it.
When Xie Heng's handsome face turned to him again, it was as if he was looking at a dead person.
However, Zhao Qian regarded his silence as fear of himself and became more unscrupulous.
After Xie Heng left, Zhao Qian looked at his back and sneered: "Wimp."
Regarding Xie Heng, whether it was Bafang City or Shangjing, there were countless rumors about him, but without exception, no matter which one it was, he would be praised as a young talent.
How many CEOs and directors have tried to educate their children who cannot support themselves, and they must use him as an example. When they talk about it, they always say: "Xie Heng is not much older than you. Look at his methods and courage."
It's not like Zhao Qian has never been compared with Xie Heng by his family, and they came to very different conclusions.
But now this model is still trampled under his feet, and he doesn't even dare to fart.
When Zhao Qian was playing the most, the door of the box was suddenly kicked open from the outside.
"Fuck, who the hell doesn't have eyes! Get out of here..." Zhao Qian saw the person clearly and sneered, "Who do I think is so desperate? Mr.
You can’t even afford it, right?”
Zhao Qian pinched the cheek of a woman next to him and said: "Look at this person clearly and tell you sisters, don't let a poor man play for nothing!"
The woman looked at Xie Heng playfully and said, "You are really good-looking. If you don't have money for prostitutes, it won't be a loss if you sisters can bring in a few more people."
"Hahahaha." Zhao Qian slapped the woman's face, "Well said, Mr. Xie can't pay, so you can go whore to him, hahahaha."
Amid Zhao Qian's sarcasm, Xie Heng walked towards Zhao Qian step by step, slowly rolled up his sleeves, and then——
"ah!!"
"ah--"
The woman's screams were mixed with Zhao Qian's frightened screams.
Xie Heng was dressed in a minimalist formal suit, and in a gentlemanly manner, he grabbed Zhao Qian's hair and slammed his head on the table.
He was in so much pain that he screamed repeatedly, but Xie Heng was always graceful and graceful.
It's like enjoying the finest string music in a concert hall.
——
Su Su came with Xie Heng, but in the blink of an eye, Xie Heng disappeared. She was a little worried that something might happen to him, so she came one by one from room to room.
When she passed one of the boxes, she heard screams coming from inside.
She felt it sounded familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.
Her green-white fingers pressed on the door, and when she was about to push it open, the door suddenly opened from the inside.
The one who came out was Xie Heng.
Xie Heng looked at her with a smile and said, "You are not obedient. How can a little girl in a place like this act so randomly?"