C7

CHAPTER VII. Flipping the Table

Ye Zichen slammed the table, grabbed the cup of hot tea, and threw it over.

He turned his head and slapped the table, hearing Su Mo shouting at him. This is a sprain, a sprain, do you understand?

I didn't say anything. Ye Zichen slammed the table.

Su Mo snorted, and leaned back in his chair.

Xing Biao gasped for breath in front of Su Mo for the first time. In the end, when he made a scene on his head, he could only bear it and say, Ancestor, please quell the fire.

Xing Biao hung his head. He said the wrong thing and offended his. He did not dare to continue challenging Su Mo.

Turning his head, he saw that everyone in the coffee shop, including the Auntie Su, the waiters and the people drinking coffee here, were staring at him. As he watched suppress him in disbelief, he felt that he was losing some face.

"What are you looking at? I've never seen the lords let their wives clean up. "Take another look and I'll beat you to death."

He was a bit fierce to begin with, but when he frowned and roared, his face was even more terrifying. It was clearly not to be trifled with. Who would dare to look at it again? He quickly turned his head away and pretended that he didn't know anything. Well, he seemed to be a rather manly person, but he was also afraid of his wife.

Mother Su couldn't even breathe. Oh, God of Heaven, his gentle and refined son, his polite and proud son. Why, why was he even more of a hooligan than a hooligan, he had never seen Su Mo scold and use violence in his life. Did this child take the wrong medicine?

No, it was Xing Biao who took the wrong medicine, and the person who raised his leg to kick was actually suppressed by Su Mo. Isn't that strange? A underworld boss is afraid of a gentle lawyer?

There had always been something on his son's body that frightened people. This thing, had it tamed Xing Biao?

He pushed the food on the table in front of him, trying to please him.

"Pour water."

Su Mo said coldly. Xing Biao hurriedly pushed his own cup in front of him.

"It's not hot or cold, it's good to drink."

Su Mo took a sip and extinguished some of the fire in his stomach. He was a lawyer, he wasn't a thug, he wasn't a gangster, he wanted to be civil. Can't ruin the image.

Xing Biao scratched his head.

"I said the wrong thing, don't be angry. Why don't you just beat me up a few times? I definitely won't hit back. I definitely won't hit my wife. "

"I dare you. "If you touch one of my fingers, I will destroy your entire family."

"Heh heh, I'm also reluctant to take action. With this plastic body, I was afraid it would break. "

"I'm not gay, I was coaxed home by my mom. I came to tell you that I thank you for taking care of my parents, but I won't marry you."

Su Mo let out a long breath as he calmed his emotions. Don't get worked up, talk properly if you have anything to say, and if you can't say it, there's still the court. Even if he was scolded half to death, it would only be a verbal conflict and would not be accepted by the police.

Su Mo, flip the table and beat this bastard up! Let's beat him up first. Xing Biao, you coward, you have been bullied by your wife your entire life, you did it!

Su Mo, you can do it! Collect, you can do it!