Li Shangyuan picked up the waiter and punched him in the stomach.
"If you dare to make Feifei unhappy, you will have trouble with me!"
Li Shangyuan added another kick, and this time, the waiter flew out of the box. Enduring the pain, he finally got up and stumbled towards the hall.
"Hey, you still want to run?"
When Li Shangyuan smiled, all the classmates in the room laughed with him.
I saw him picking up a wine bottle and said, "Feifei, wait, I'm going to vent my anger on you."
The students around were cheering:
"Feifei, Li Shangyuan is so kind to you."
"Shall we go over and take a look?"
"Come on, Feifei, let's go take a look together."
"Qianqian, let's go together!"
...
The waiter stumbled to the lobby. He lost all his strength and fell to the ground again.
Amid the cheers from seven or eight classmates, Li Shangyuan walked toward the waiter with a wine bottle in his hand.
The waiters and security guards around were all confused and didn't know what was going on.
At the same time, the elevator door opened with a ding, and Ouyan's eyes happened to notice this scene.
"What kind of garbage is worthy of affecting my mood?"
The wine bottle fell hard, and the waiter had no strength to resist. His head was hit so hard that he became dizzy. Blood flowed down his forehead, which was shocking.
Li Shangyuan looked at the wine bottle before it was broken, so he yelled, "What the hell? Is the quality so good?"
"Hahahaha..." The seven or eight rich men and wealthy ladies around were all laughing, but no one took the bleeding waiter seriously.
Someone had already gone to call the manager, and the security guards around wanted to step forward to help, but were afraid of offending this group of rich people. They were in a dilemma.
Li Shangyuan swung the bottle again, trying to hit the waiter on the head.
The next second, a figure appeared in front of the waiter and opened Li Shangyuan's hand.
"Fuck." Li Shangyuan was just about to get angry, but when he took a closer look, he turned out to be a beautiful girl. He couldn't help but be stunned.
The waiter blocked it with his hand for a while, and before the bottle fell, he raised his hand and realized that it was Ou Yan.
"Are you okay?" Ouyan helped the waiter up, and when he saw the blood on his head, he suddenly became angry.
"Miss Ouyan..." Xiaojie had a sore nose.
When he squatted down to pick up the chips just now, he didn't cry.
He didn't cry when Jin Feifei stepped on the back of his hand and ravaged him severely.
He didn't cry when he was beaten by Li Shangyuan.
But why did his nose feel sour when he saw Ou Yan, and he suddenly felt the urge to cry.
A few months ago, before the club was under Si Yechen's name, there would be an upstart making trouble, and it was Ou Yan who came forward to save him.
He already owed Ouyan two favors.
It seems that only Ou Yan regards him as a human being...