Chapter 4

Chen Hao shouts "ah" and raises his hand to cover his left eyebrow bone. Song Xi stands less than two meters away from him. There is no fear in his eyes, only deep contempt and anger.

About five seconds later, Chen Hao took his hand and looked at it with his open right eye. He saw red in the palm of his hand. He immediately became angry. He gritted his teeth and scolded "Cao". Then he got up and ran to Song Xi.

Song Xi didn't dodge or hide, because his whole brain was blank. When everyone got up to stop him, he saw a light in the air. Something fell across the air and hit Chen Hao's face. Chen Hao felt the pain of acupuncture and was burning. He couldn't even make a sound. He instinctively took in the cold air. When he came back, he looked down, At his feet was half a cigarette left over from smoking. The end of the cigarette was golden red and still burning.

There are not many people smoking in the room, but those who dare to throw cigarettes in his face

Without thinking, Chen Hao looks across the table, where Georges Sheng is still in the shape of God, and his long fingers touch the edge of the crystal ashtray intentionally or unconsciously.

Everyone held their breath, no one dared to speak.

Chen Hao was furious, and his anger had already rushed to his head. However, he still kept his temper and said with a smile: "brother Sheng, have you drunk too much? It's a long throw. "

Georges Sheng said with a calm face: "do you have any opinions?"

Chen Hao's face sank. He is also a character in the night city. In public, George Sheng throws cigarette ends on his face. He takes the initiative to give them to the steps, but the other party still doesn't come down. If this is spread out, will he still mix up in the future?

"What do you mean?" Chen Hao's smile faded away, and the atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.

George Sheng didn't pick his eyelids. He said to himself, "don't beat a woman in front of me."

Smell speech, Chen Hao finally understand, but more unconvinced, so yinyangqiqi said: "Sheng brother enough pity jade, I hit my own woman, you also follow heartache?"

George Sheng's deep eyes moved to Song Xi, fixed on her pale face, thin lips opened, "are you his person?"

Song Xi drank a lot of wine, but now his mind is very clear. One side is George Sheng, the other is Chen Hao. She doesn't want to see either side, but if she has to choose one

"No Pink lips up and down a close, her voice is not big, but very clear.

George Sheng's lips are almost as expected, but Chen Hao's face is gloomy and his eyes stare at Song Xi fiercely.

George Sheng gets up and walks to Song Xi. He holds her by the wrist and wants to take her away with him.

Chen Hao's face changed a few times. He couldn't swallow his bad breath. He said in a deep voice, "you don't lack women, do you? I like to help you find Song Xi. I like Song Xi. You just take it away and don't give me face? "

Hearing the speech, Georges Sheng stopped, turned to look at Chen Hao and asked, "do you want face?"

Chen Hao, noncommittal, slightly raises his eyes to George Sheng, who is half a head higher than himself.

Today, he was forced to go to Liangshan. First of all, Song Xi had a crush on him for a long time, so he couldn't just let him go; Second, George Sheng frustrated him in public. So many people saw him. If he didn't say a word, he would have no place in the night city in the future.

The interior is full of gunpowder, and war is imminent.

Everyone saw Georgeson reach out slowly to touch the crystal ashtray beside the table, but no one thought that the next second, he suddenly hit the ashtray on Chen Hao's head with a wave of his hand. In an instant, the ashtray was neatly broken in two parts, half of which fell to the ground, and the other half was still held by Georgeson.

Chen Hao was stunned. He only had time to snore. Before he could react, he was forced to stick the remaining ashtray on the wall by George Sheng with his neck.

The sharp cut in the ashtray pushed blood out of Chen Hao's neck. At the same time, when he was hit on his head, he began to bleed.

George Sheng's handsome face was calm. Looking at Chen Hao who was pale and his pupils narrowed, he asked softly, "do you want face?"

There came a sharp pain in his neck. He didn't even dare to breathe, because every time he touched the incision, it was burning pain.

The pain is sobering. He regretted why he had to fight in front of George Sheng. His back was close to the cold wall. He didn't dare shake his head. He could only return with a look of fear: "Sheng, Sheng, I'm wrong. I've drunk too much and talked about things. Don't take it to heart."

In such a big private room, there was a sound when the needle fell. Georges Sheng said word by word: "she, I like her. It's up to the master to beat the dog, you know?"

"I know, I know." Chen Hao responded.

Everyone thought that George Sheng was angry at Guan, but Song Xi was the only one who turned pale when he heard this sentence, even worse than Chen Hao.

George Sheng compared her to a dog, a dog he owned.

With these words, Georges Sheng took back his hand a few seconds later and threw half an ashtray on the table. With a bang, he pulled the numb Song Xi to open the door and walked out, completely ignoring the pale faces of all the people behind him, as if he had just escaped from the gate of hell.