Chapter 44

The guy was wearing a white shirt and lipstick all over his face. It was like being kissed by thirty women at the same time. He couldn't see his original appearance.

Not even age.

Staggering to the table, he raised his hand and pulled Ding Shao's running dog aside: "roll, roll, this is the seat I just sat in."

This is a guest who drank too much in the hotel. He went to the wrong room.

Feng Yuzhong was the first to react. He hurried over and hugged him. He whispered, "Sir, you're in the wrong room!"

He is the owner of the hotel. Every guest is God to him.

God went into someone else's room by mistake, which is not a problem.

But mistakenly entered the plum blossom box and disturbed Ding Shao. That's a big deal.

Ding Shao will never let Feng Yuzhong's God go easily.

If God was hurt in the hotel, Feng Yuzhong would be involved, so he hurried to drag the guest out.

"What, what? I went to the wrong room? Grass, how can I go to the wrong room and bully me to drink too much? "

Drunken people sometimes have great strength. Just like the guest struggling casually, he pushed away Feng Yuzhong, stood up, took the wine bottle, lit Ding Shao opposite, and scolded with oblique eyes: "come on, little Sabi, we haven't finished spelling just now. Continue!"

"Sir..."

Feng Yuzhong secretly complained. When he was about to come over and drag him out, Ding Shao's two running dogs rushed over first. One of them picked up a bottle of wine on the table and hit him on the head.

At this time, Ding Shao also reacted and shouted: "kill this bastard for me!"

Originally, Ding Shao is not too unreasonable. It's normal to know that the drunken man in the hotel went to the wrong room. It's a big deal to let someone slap him in the face. There's no need to study deeply.

But he dares to light Ding Shao's nose and scold shabby, which is unforgivable.

How can Ding Shao be different if he can't take care of himself?

With a bang, as Ding Shao's voice didn't fall, a wine bottle smashed on the table, and broken glass splashed everywhere.

It turned out that when Ding Shao's running dog raised the wine bottle and smashed it hard on the drunk's head, the unstable drunk leaned back and just hid.

"Oh, my grass mud horse, dare you really treat me?"

The drunkard was startled.

He must have a bad temper. Otherwise, he wouldn't have swung the wine bottle in his hand and smashed it back without thinking when he saw that others were going to hit him on the head with a wine bottle.

His accurate hand to hit a man's head is much better than the running dog's little brother, right on his forehead.

With another bang, the little brother of the running dog turned his eyes white and collapsed on the ground.

"Numb the people next door, dare to beat me, and don't ask who my Wang Laowu is!"

The man who claimed to be Wang Laowu was completely angered. After putting down the running dog's little brother with a bottle, he reached out and grabbed the round table and turned it up suddenly -- the plates and dishes on the table were lifted to the ground and smashed.

"Come on, kill him, kill him!"

Ding Shao was hit on his feet by a heavy earthen pot (containing chicken claws). He jumped in circles with his feet in pain.

In fact, Ding Shao didn't have to shout anything. His running dogs had already howled and jumped at the drunk.

It's still summer. I asked about my daughter. After the sudden chaos at the scene, I hurriedly dragged my wife with one hand and my daughter with the other hand and hid in the corner.

Xia Xiaoyun broke away from him, and her eyes began to shine, staring at the drunk.

The lipstick marks on the drunk's face, no one can see what he looks like, including Xia Xiaoyun, but she can hear who he is from his voice.

Square.

Fang Yuan was asked by Xia to catch a young man and came to the plum blossom box with a box of Maotai.

But he's just a little man. No one will pay attention to him.

Xia Xiaoyun won't either. From the moment she saw Ding Baikang, she forgot the existence of Fangyuan.

It was not until the drunk spoke with "what" that she suddenly thought of the square.

When she used to speak with Xia Xiaoyun, she always had something to say, especially old fashioned. She was not sneered at by woodlouse. But now, she feels that listening to something like this is extraordinarily pleasing to the ear.

Xia Xiaoyun, whose heart was dead, was rejuvenated when Fang Yuan fought with Ding Shao's running dogs: fight, fight! Beat these animals to death and kill one less! Fangyuan, good!

I looked up at the ceiling and muttered, "I didn't understand what I was doing."

Plum blossom box is one of the best boxes in Tang King Hotel. The decoration inside is absolutely magnificent. Naturally, it is much more luxurious than ordinary boxes.

After putting everyone down, Fang Yuan seemed to notice this, shook his head, raised his head around the chandelier, and muttered something in his mouth.

Including Xia Xiaoyun, who recognized who he was, no one thought that Fang Yuan could play like this. Almost in the blink of an eye, he put down all Ding Shao's running dogs.

The people standing were stunned.

However, Ding Shao is worthy of being a man who has seen the world. When Fang Yuan stumbled in circles and came to him with his back to him, he realized that the opportunity came.

There is no weapon in the box, but there is a box of Bluebird beer at the feet of the waitress who is trembling with fear. This is definitely the most handy weapon in the fight in the hotel. Of course, Ding Shao will not let go when the opportunity comes.

He squatted slowly, picked up a bottle of beer, then suddenly stood up, swung his arm around the back of his head and hit it with all his strength!

"Ah, be careful!"

Xia Xiaoyun screamed to remind.

But she reminded him a little late, and Fang Yuan seemed to have drunk too much, or didn't expect Ding Baikang to hit him with a wine bottle -- when he wanted to turn back, the wine bottle had hit him hard on the back of his head.

Bang!

Ding Baikang smiled grimly on his feminine face.

He firmly believed that the drunk who should be killed would be knocked unconscious by his bottle.

But smashing the drunk unconscious is not Ding Shao's ultimate goal.

His ultimate goal -- as soon as the wine bottle exploded, he quickly retracted his hand and stabbed the drunk to the left waist with half of the wine bottle!

Broken beer bottles are ten times sharper than daggers.

If it stabs into people's waist and eyes at once, it can almost stab people to death at once.

He's going to kill Fang Yuan.

I didn't mean to make the running dogs kill so and so just now.

Killing a person who actively provoked him in the local area doesn't seem to be a big thing for Ding Shao.

In fact, his master appreciated his insidious and vicious, so he regarded him as his confidant.

Seeing the glittering wine bottle, Xia Xiaoyun stabbed her waist like a dagger. Xia Xiaoyun opened her mouth and wanted to scream. She instinctively wanted to rush to stop Ding Baikang from committing murder... Just because of extreme fear, her body was not called by her brain, but just looked at it foolishly.

Seeing that Ding Baikang's wine bottle was about to pierce into Fang Yuan's waist, the ferocious smile on the corners of his mouth was stronger, as if he had seen Fang Yuan howling on the ground in advance, and his body curled up in pain. One hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, just like a vice, so that he couldn't move a penny.

At the same time, when the drunk turned around, Ding Baikang suddenly found a sober ferocity in his eyes.

He's not drunk at all.

He was hit in the head by me on purpose.

He did this just to give himself a reason to kill me!

I don't know why, when he found the ferocity in Fang Yuan's eyes, Ding Baikang read his heart: if you don't kill me in public, how can I kill you?

Fang Yuan grabbed Ding Baikang's wrist with his left hand. His right hand had robbed half of the wine bottle in his hand, just like holding a dagger. He raised it without hesitation and stabbed it on his wrist.

"Ah!"

Ding Baikang's wrist was almost pierced by broken glass. The sharp pain made him scream.

No matter how badly he screamed, Fang Yuan threw him to the ground next to the wall. Then he bent down and took out a bottle of beer from the box and slammed it on his head.

The wine bottle was broken, and Ding Baikang's scream stopped.

Fang Yuan still dropped half of the wine bottle, picked up a intact one and hit him on the head again.

Bang, bang, bang.

After smashing three bottles of beer on Ding Baikang's head, his scream finally stopped.

Fang Yuan didn't stop, just like he was doing a job, he continued to take new beer and hit Ding Baikang on his head.

Ding Baikang still miscalculated the area.

Fang Yuan didn't intend to kill him.

He never killed anyone.

In his eyes, Ding Baikang is just a little ant. Fangyuan won't break the ring because of him. At most, he will beat him into a real life and can't take care of himself.

If Ding Baikang just coerces Xia Xiaoyun to be a child for him, even if Mr. Fang feels it's a pity, he may not care. After all, vice president Xia is not his wife, and Xia asks that he supports his daughter to do that. What reason does he have to interfere in other people's family affairs?

But Ding Baikang should never humiliate Xia Xiaoyun's mother in front of so many people.

In Fangyuan's heart, mother is definitely the greatest person in the world, and it is sacred and inviolable.

No matter who's mother, she was humiliated when she couldn't guard her daughter.

Mother is one of the best memories in Fangyuan's heart.

This is also a square inverse scale.

So when Ding Baikang proudly humiliated Xia mu, his sad fate was doomed.

There are twelve bottles of beer in a box. Ding Baikang used one bottle and eleven bottles during the sneak attack.

Now, one bottle after another, all hit Ding Baikang's head.

The smell of wine and the smell of fresh blood are mixed together, which makes people sick.

But no one spit it out, because those who can open their eyes have been stunned by Fang Yuan.

His face was covered with lipstick and could not see any expression.

But his eyes were calm. He squatted there and smashed bottles of beer on Ding Baikang's head, just like doing a job seriously.

Fang Yuan went to get it again and took it empty. Only then did he find that there was nothing in the box.

With a sigh, he looked up at the waitress and asked politely, "Miss, do you have any more beer?"

"Yes."

The waiter was completely scared and silly, but instinctively answered.

"Could you bring me a box, please?"

"OK."

Like a puppet, the waitress brought a box of beer to Fang Yuan.

"Thank you -- oh, here's the tip."

After thanking Fang Yuan, he remembered something. He took out a 100 yuan bill from his shirt pocket and handed it to the waiter.

The waiter answered foolishly.

Fang Yuan smiled at her, picked up a bottle of wine and smashed it on Ding Baikang's head.