Chapter 202： Countless poisoned knives

Chapter 202 Countless Poisoned Knives

The cry of the girl drew the attention of most people in the reception.

The people around me gather more and more.

Qiao still took a step, and the second slap fell heavily on the girl's face. The girl was beaten and rotated 180 degrees in place, and a slap under her feet, leaped towards Joe.

The unprepared impact forced Joe to take two steps back and bang his back into the dessert table.

Then, with a boom, the champagne tower on the dessert table collapsed and crackled to pieces.

As soon as Joe was closest to the champagne tower, nearly half of the champagne was poured on her head and body.

Qiao Yi: "..."

This time, the whole scene was noisy.

It is human nature to see the excitement, and it has nothing to do with being rich. These high-class coffees sit in the office every day, pretending to be indifferent to the fireworks, and they all expose their nature at this moment.

No one stepped forward to stop Wang Kun’s atrocities. Instead, everyone gathered them in a circle, condescending, pointing at Qiao Yi and the down-down sister with a cold look like ants.

Many people took out their mobile phones to record the ugly state of the two at every second, and distribute them to various video websites to obtain super-high clicks.

Wang Kun rolled up his sleeves and spit on the girl who fell to the ground.

"Fuck you, bitch! When I was dead, I dared to cheat in front of Laozi, and even hack such a vulgar thing. What do you think she is a good thing? It's just a duck for a thousand people."

There was an uproar among the onlookers.

As soon as Qiao came in, the rich women who were glaring at her desperately turned 180 degrees and sneered at them, lest they avoid them in a hurry. They all retreated far away, as if Qiaoyi was a germ.

Qiao got up with a cold face, and shook the broken glass on her body. The girl had passed out. Without a witness, she knew that it was useless to say it again, but she still tried to explain.

"I don't know this lady, this is a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Wang Kun slowly raised his head, his eyes greasy and nauseous.

"Qiao Yi, or did I wrong you?"

Qiao suddenly clenched his fists.

"Dare you say that you have never been a dancer in the Prosperity Palace? What does a dancer do? Does anyone in this room know?

how? When and standing again? Are you playing chastity with me here? "

Wang Kun fell to the ground, and the big coffees were shocked.

【Hey... the young man looks good, I really don’t know what he does, and I don’t know if he is sick. 】

[Is "Xiu Shang" so low now? People who are so dirty, please? Downgrade! 】

[Is this a China Merchants Association or a night [club] meeting? What does the organizer mean? 】

[The young man looked at the talents, could it be a mistake? 】

【I think he looks pretty enchanting, with long hair, maybe you can ignore his gender and treat her like a woman! 】

...

The vicious insults one after another are like countless poisoned knives, poking at Joe.

She held her cuff tightly and said nothing.

It's not that she doesn't want to say it, it's that she can't say it, and she doesn't know how to say it.

Excuse me?

It is a fact that the original master is a dancer.

Say she doesn’t like men?

how to prove?

Unless the fact that she is a woman is publicly announced.

At this moment, she finally understood the sadness of the original owner, and finally understood why she wanted to announce the fact that she was a woman so much to the world.

The matter of a woman pretending to be a man is like a shackle, and she can't breathe all the time.

It is clear that she has done nothing wrong, but she has to endure the airtight wrong and false accusations like a spider web. Accept wanton and vicious insults from strangers.

Wang Kun, this rubbish, writes me so angry!

The original version was overly worded and was sealed. This version has to be relaxed a lot. Alas, the codeword is really not easy now.

(End of this chapter)