Chapter 172

The man looked at her proud and unyielding, sarcastic face, still cold eyes slightly surprised.

What words should he use to describe this woman? brave? Stupid? Or stupid?

This can also represent another thing, that is, Shi Yuhan really just wanted to play with her, and did not tell her where it was and what she needed to pay attention to when speaking here. She could not speak freely.

Oh, looking for someone to act, looking for such an ordinary woman to the rotten street?

If the one standing in front of him today is a charming and sexy creature, it seems to be convincing.

Instead of anger, he laughed and said, "woman, how do you like me when you give up?"

Song Qinghuan looked at him and couldn't speak.

Who the hell is this man? What's the enemy of keeping out the cold? To seduce his wife in public.

Is it to keep up with the cold, or is it to prove to everyone that he is better than the cold?

Sad human nature.

“……” Song Huan just shook his head firmly and said nothing.

The man narrowed his eyes dangerously again, staring at Song Qinghuan coldly, and his tone was very bad, "don't say I didn't remind you, your idea of keeping warm when you want to fight is doomed to get nothing!"

Song Qinghuan coldly choked him back: "it's my business. What's the relationship with you? I think you'd better manage yourself first!"

This man's eyes are more and more deep and dark. They are cold, disgusted, vicious, destructive and gloomy!

There's no time to think about this man. Why does he show such eyes to her? Song Qinghuan only knows that he should run away!

But she stood up and did not walk two steps, and her figure suddenly stopped.

The man's forward, a pull her arm: "woman, no matter what you want, I can give you, money, status, fame, and love, I can give you all!"

Song Qinghuan frowned. He wanted to earn tax, but he didn't move.

She looked at the housekeeper for help and found that the housekeeper was no longer in the same place. She didn't know where she had gone, and the servants also noticed. They were worried, but no one dared to step forward. They were all flustered away from Song Qinghuan's eyes.

"Nerves, you!" Song Qinghuan was so angry that he stared at the man in front of him: "let me go!"

The man smelled the words, and a sneer rose on his lips.

With a touch of murderous rising, he stretched out his other hand, firmly grasped song Qinghuan's arm, put his mouth close to her ear, and said softly: "woman, you don't ask shiyuhan who I am. If you dare to scold me like this and know what the next second is, it will kill you."

Then, without waiting for song Qinghuan to digest his words, he pushed his hands forward.

Song Qinghuan was immediately pushed backward by a huge force, and his body was thrown unsteadily on the ground, and his head was knocked on the glass coffee table.

The force of the impact can be quite a lot, in front of straight up Venus, almost dizzy.

Song Qing's heart was beating fiercely, but he didn't slow down. Suddenly, a palm was in front of him, and his slender fingers pinched her collar, and then he lifted her up from the ground.

"Ah..." Song Qinghuan couldn't resist the pain of being pulled by the fabric and exclaimed,

as she was about to fight back angrily, she saw the man named sichen raise his hand and slap him with a backhand