All the other young men at the scene ran out, thinking that after a long time of living, they could actually see Fu Yancheng beating someone?
Fu Yancheng has always been a special being in this circle, composed of rationality and indifference, but now he and the young master of the Sang family are fighting each other with one punch and one kick.
Shen Sheng and Wen Sihe were both stunned. Shen Sheng did not expect that Fu Yancheng would take action directly, and Sang Qi was still fighting back.
Wen Sihe was even panicking now and looked at him quickly, "Shen Sheng, what the hell are you doing standing there in a daze? You pull Sangqi, I pull Yancheng!"
Otherwise, if the fight continues like this, the seniors of the Fu family and the Sang family will have to be mobilized later.
And fighting over a woman is not a good rumor!
Shen Sheng quickly grabbed Sang Qi, while Wen Sihe hugged Fu Yancheng.
Fu Yancheng was punched in the stomach and twice in the corner of his mouth, causing him to vomit blood.
Sang Qi looked fine, but his internal organs were injured. His appearance was not as miserable as that of Fu Yancheng, but the corners of his mouth were swollen.
After Fu Yancheng was hugged, his eyes were still staring at Sang Qi like a wolf.
Sang Qi was not convinced either. Damn it, this guy dared to hit him?
In this world, only his eldest brother and father have beaten him, so who is Fu Yancheng?!
He grabbed the wine glass on the side and threw it towards Fu Yancheng.
Fu Yancheng waved her hand away, but his eyes were still cold, "Let me ask you again, did you touch her?"
"Fuck you!"
Sang Qi was still arguing when he saw Fu Yancheng grab the fruit knife on the table and shoot it towards him.
Fu Yancheng was very skilled. The knife flew past Sang Qi's ear. Even Shen Sheng, who was standing behind him, was so frightened that he ducked and looked at Fu Yancheng in disbelief.
Sang Qi touched his ear and it was bleeding.
Shen Sheng also patted his chest, "Fu Yancheng, are you fucking crazy? Are you trying to kill someone?"
When Wen Sihe saw that this matter was getting serious, he quickly called Sheng Mian quietly, "Penny, come to the Sky Corridor, the box where I usually stay. Fu Yancheng and Sang Qi are fighting, come quickly."
As soon as he let go, Fu Yancheng walked towards Sang Qi again, obviously unwilling to give up.
Sang Qi was also angered. He pushed Shen Sheng away and kicked over the coffee table in front of him.
"Damn it, you think I'm afraid of you?! Fu Yancheng, I'm done with you!"
Fu Yancheng grabbed his collar and said in a colder tone, "Do you think I care?"
His tone was light and his eyes were still sharp.
Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Shen Sheng and Wen Sihe hugged the two of them respectively, but their eyes were still intertwined in the air, as if several angry electric currents were flashing.
The other young men in the industry who were guarding the door immediately spread the news about the fight between Fu Yancheng and Sang Qi, and they were fighting over the designer.
At this point, the name Penny has become completely popular in the industry.
When Sheng Mian arrived, she saw a circle of people standing outside the box door. Everyone had worries on their faces, but they didn't dare to go in.
Seeing her and getting to know her is like meeting a savior.
"Penny, go in quickly, Sang Qi and Fu Yancheng are fighting because of you."
Sheng Mian frowned and pushed the door open.
Inside the house, Wen Sihe and Shen Sheng obviously could not control the situation. Fu Yancheng kicked Sang Qi in the chest. Sang Qi stepped back several meters and fell directly onto the debris on the ground, leaving a long mark in the middle of his palm.
Fu Yancheng's injuries were no less than his, and his injuries were in a more conspicuous position on his neck. When the two of them came to blows in the middle, they really wanted each other's life.
His neck was bleeding, but when he saw Sheng Mian come in, he immediately stopped.
Sheng Mian's face was full of panic, and she immediately walked towards Sang Qi who fell to the ground.
"Master Sang, how are you?"
Sang Qi raised his hand, saw a scratch on the palm of his hand, and frowned.
Sheng Mian was so frightened that her face turned pale. The scratch was too deep.
"Quick, I'll take you to the hospital. This wound must be bandaged!"
She helped Sang Qi stand up, and then looked at Fu Yancheng.
Fu Yancheng opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
Wen Sihe quickly wanted to smooth things over, but Sheng Mian's question came out of his mouth first.
"Mr. Fu, Young Master Sang is a guest from afar. The Fu family is the largest family in the imperial capital. Is this how you treat guests?"
Fu Yancheng didn't say anything. He could still make sarcastic remarks when facing Sang Qi, but when facing Sheng Mian, it was as if he was being strangled by the neck.
In the past two days, he had resisted calling her, and he had resisted going to the rose garden again.
Seeing her now, my heart was turbulent more than ever.
The most important thing is that the moment she entered the door, she ran directly to Sang Qi to greet him, as if she could not see his presence.
Sang Qi is like a favored new love, and he is the dim old love.