Chapter 103 Never Been So Weak before

Tong Huaer looked at Zong Beili with an embarrassed face. What should she say? He was his business partner...

Her silent attitude proved everything. In fact, this kind of thing was very common in the business world. Even zong beili himself was often given women to him.

But today...

Zong Beili suddenly pulled down the corners of her lips coldly, pulled her body behind her, lifted a chair next to her and smashed it on the head of a man from France, then kicked the other man away with one kick!

There were earth-shattering fighting sounds from the dining room.

Tong Huaer stood aside in shock, forgetting to scream, unable to recover for a long time.

Two against one, the two men were powerless.

Finally, he was beaten down by Zong Beili and couldn't get up. He lay on the ground and screamed as he vomited blood.

When Zong Beili returned to her side, Tong Huaer came back to his senses, looked at the handsome face of the man in front of him, and opened his mouth, "Zong Beili, why did you hit them?"

This little disaster star is really interesting! At this time, other women either thought he was handsome, or they were just courting and caring for him. She wanted to ask him why he hit people first!

Zong Beili reached out his long arm and pulled tong Huaer into his arms. His handsome face raised an evil eyebrow, "Only I can sleep with you! Anyone else who dares to think like that deserves to die!"

After all, no matter what Tong Huaer thought, Zong Beili lowered his head and bit her lip.

"Hiss." Tong Huaer gasped in pain and pushed the man away. Looking at his arrogant and domineering face, he suddenly had a feeling... Like, as if he didn't hate him so much.

Tong Huaer bit his lip, suddenly stood on tiptoe and quickly kissed zongbei's sharp lips.

Zong Beili was shocked, and his arrogant handsome face suddenly sank, staring straight at her.

Tong Huaer finally realized what she had done. She bit her lips and lowered her head to avoid looking at him, but she did not regret it. At least Zong Beili did not give her to the two foreign men. This kiss was to thank him.

"Tong Huaer, what were you doing just now?" Zong Beili regained her senses and felt that her reaction to the loss of consciousness was a little embarrassing. It was not the first time she had offered a kiss, so what was the fuss?

"...

Tong Huaer's face was flushed red. How dare he speak?

"Speak!"

"... Tong Huaer pretended to be dead.

She lowered her head, her small face only showing a little bit outside. It was red like a delicious apple. Zong Beili's eyes darkened as he stared at her. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't talk, do you? If you don't say anything, I'll give you to them again..."

The man's unfinished words were blocked by his soft lips.

Tong Huaer stood on tiptoe with her eyes wide open. She knew that Zong Beili had said it on purpose, but it was just a kiss. At worst, she should thank him again.

Zong Beili, of course, was not satisfied with being so close. His strong arm pulled tong Huaer's body into his arms. The man avoided the initiative and passionately deepened the kiss.

Ye Shen and the bodyguards were all dumbfounded when they received the news. In the end, ye shen, who had seen a lot of things, came back to his senses, looked at the president who was holding the beauty and kissing her so hard that he could not bear to part with her, and signaled to the bodyguards to clean up the mess quietly.

Zong Beili dragged Tong Huaer into the elevator and pressed her against the cold wall. She wanted to have her here. Tong Huaer was so scared that he kept reminding Zong Beili, "This is the elevator. There's a monitor here..."

"Wait, I'll kill you when I get back!" Even so, Zong Beili had no intention of letting her go at all. He couldn't do it. The man simply pulled her shoulders apart and bit her to vent his anger.

Tong Huaer didn't cry or cry, and the pain was unbearable. He couldn't help but reach out and hug the man's thin waist, trying to beg him to be lighter, but suddenly he felt a wet and sticky liquid in his palm. Tong Huaer was shocked, took his hand out of his sight, and immediately let out a scream of horror!

"Zong Beili, you're hurt!"

"Hmm?" Zong Beili stopped the fiery kiss, looked up at her bright red hand, looked at her frightened face, frowned slightly, and whispered, "It's okay, don't be afraid!"

How could she not be afraid? She had thought that he was unscathed when she saw this man jumping around and thinking of fooling around. Who knew that there was so much blood on his back!

"Zong Beili, don't you feel anything? You won't scream for pain?" Tong Huaer looked anxiously at the number of elevators going up. Only then did she realize that Zong Beili's face was a little pale. She quickly took out her phone and called Ye Shen. Her fingers trembled when she dialed the number.

"How can a man shout pain!"

Zong Beili raised his eyebrows and said coldly. The center of his brows tightened a little. He wasn't really unconscious, but he didn't want to scare her.

Tong Huaer looked at zong beili speechlessly. Before she could speak, the phone was picked up. She quickly told Ye Shen about Zong Beili's injury.

Zong Beili leaned against the wall and tilted her head to look at her face, which was about to burst into tears. Her sexy thin lips curled up in a happy arc. She was so timid that she was scared to death at the sight of a little blood.

Tong Huaer hung up the phone, looked up and saw him leaning against the wall. He frowned. Just then, the elevator arrived. His slender arms reached out and helped him out of the elevator.

The man was tall, and the weight of his injuries was on her. Tong Huaer gritted his teeth and walked toward the presidential suite with difficulty.

"Zong Beili, hang in there. We'll be there soon."

"Yes."

The man's calm voice did not detect emotion.

Tong Huaer thought he was trying to control his pain. He frowned and tried to take him back to his room.

If Ye Shen were here right now, he would have dropped his chin in shock! Young master Zong, you weren't so weak when you were shot, were you?

Ye shen and his men arrived very quickly. Zong Beili was lying on the big bed and a group of doctors were treating his wounds.

Tong Huaer stood at the door and looked inside anxiously, biting his lips tightly, his little face full of anxiety.

"Miss Tong, don't worry too much. Young master Zong will be fine." Ye Shen couldn't stand it any longer and said in relief.

Tong Huaer frowned and looked at him, "How can you not worry? Zong Beili is hurt! He's bleeding a lot!"

Zong Beili's back was stabbed by a wine bottle. Just now, the doctor cut open his clothes, and the shirt inside was soaked in blood. The skin and flesh of his wound were turned out, and there were some glass shards stuck inside! The wound was unspeakably ferocious!

Tong Huaer couldn't take a single look at it. I don't know how much pain Zong Beili was suffering!

"This..." Ye Shen was a little speechless. Why did he act as if he didn't care about young master Zong?

But the problem was that the man inside was really not as fragile as she had imagined. Otherwise, how could he still stand there calmly?