The drunkard kept yelling, saying he was sober, but he made trouble regardless of the occasion, saying he was confused, and he was not ruthless when accusing Sheng Que Ge.

Sheng Quege rarely encounters such a helpless situation, and he really doesn't know how to deal with it for the moment.

But the man beside him spoke quietly: "Have you touched her?"

The faint tone was hidden in the heart-pumping cold, and the drunkard shivered.

When the onlookers heard this, they knew that this person was finished... When they met Mr. He, what wasn't this asking for death? This is the first time I have seen someone who thinks he has a long life...

Song Xin'er glanced at her cousin's face, expected the scene to happen next, and smiled and said to everyone: "Don't be affected by this kind of thing, let's go out first."

Everyone immediately dispersed when they heard this. They didn't dare to watch anymore. It would be a big bad if they were implicated by that madman!

The corridor outside the bathroom suddenly became quiet. The drunkard seemed to feel something and stuttered: "I just stopped her and wanted to ask, ask, there is no other idea!"

No other thoughts?

Oh.

He Yuchao touched Sheng Quege's hair and said softly: "Wait for me, be good."

Sheng Quege grabbed him: "What are you going to do?"

The man's eyes were cold: "Make him never dare to have any other ideas."

Sheng Quege failed to stop him. He Yuchao had already stepped forward two steps and kicked the drunk man in the chest. He looked coldly as he fell to the ground like a dead pig and couldn't get up.

"Help, kill someone!! Kill someone!"

He shouted desperately, but the orchestra sounded outside, who cares about his life or death here?

He Yuchao didn't even mess up his clothes, and he stepped on his left hand hard again, with a creepy tone: "Which hand was used to touch it? Well? This one or the other one?"

His face was calm and he could not tell that he was deciding to a person's fate.

The drunken ghost under his feet was so painful that it was difficult to breathe, so he began to beg for mercy, begging his father to sue his grandmother, and he almost called out his ancestors to hope to escape.

The coldness in He Yu's eyes in the phoenix made Sheng Que Ge frightened. The man seemed to be a little out of control and violently appeared, which was extremely dangerous.

Sheng Quege rushed over quickly, held his hand tightly, and pulled him to let the dead pig on the ground go.

"It's really okay, okay, I Chao."

She called his name gently, and the man's eyes gradually softened, and finally he curled his lips suddenly: "Okay, let him go."

The man on the ground walked around the gate of hell, kept crying for pain, his expression full of fear.

It seemed like he was going to destroy his hands just now... It was so terrible, so terrible...

All alcohol was scared away at this time. He was sober than ever before and regretted his behavior of going crazy by drinking.

They stopped and someone appeared and began to clean the scene. The man on the ground was carried away from the fire passage and did not pollute the eyes of the guests outside.

He would soon know who he had provoked tonight, and then he was in a panic all day long. After all, who told him to come tonight to find someone to drink, and he didn't have time to inquire who was the most terrifying existence here?

...

When Sheng Quege and He Yuchao reappeared, most of the people who knew the inside story remained silent. The man was rude to Sheng Quege and tried to get involved. In their eyes, such a person was no different from a dead pig.

The only thing that surprised those in some powerful circles was that He Yuchao actually solved the people in public for Sheng Quege - no one was seen, but they could hear those screams.

This matter was unpleasant, and Sheng Quege was a little tired. He Yuchai told his cousin and left early.

Song Xin'an also expressed his apology, believing that the guest screening should be more cautious and careful.

He Yuchao would not care about his family because of these things, so the unhappiness tonight was over.

On the way home, He Yuchao's face was always bad, and his lips were still quite scary. Sheng Quege suddenly didn't know what to say.

She waited until she entered the apartment before speaking: "What's wrong with you?"

He Yuchao was still angry, but Sheng Quege didn't know where the anger came. Didn't he solve that person? After beating that, he probably had to lie in bed for a while, which was considered to be a price for what he did.

But He Yuchao's face was still not very good-looking, which made Sheng Quege a little at a loss.

Most of the time she could guess He Yuchao's heart, but at this moment she racked her brains, but she couldn't guess why He Yuchao was still unhappy.

Is it because of her? But she didn't do anything...

He Yu glanced at her and bent her mouth: "It's okay, I'll go take a shower."

Perfunctory!

Sheng Quege was angry and followed directly in.

The man turned around, supported himself on the wall with one hand, and took Sheng Quege into his sphere of influence.

He lowered his head and looked at her tightly: "What do you want to do when you come in with me?"

Sheng Quege pressed against the cold tiles on his back and asked directly: "Why are you still unhappy? Is it because I made you angry?"

He Yuchao played with the hair hanging down beside her cheeks and said slowly: "No."

"But you don't want to pay attention to me anymore." Sheng Quege's mouth turned and he felt aggrieved.

Such a bright and beautiful woman was so pitiful that no one would be soft-hearted, let alone He Yuchao.

He immediately denied: "I didn't ignore you."

The man held up her face, and the metal texture in his voice seemed to be polished, and finally felt warm: "I didn't blame you anything, nor was I angry about you."

Sheng Quege pulled his collar and pulled the two closer together, his pupils were shiny, and he looked at him directly.

"Then tell me, why? You can't let me take the blame without knowing it, right? I've been nervous in the car for so long, and I'm only thinking about you in my head!"

Someone smiled: "It's not good to think about me?"

"You shouldn't be thinking about how to make you happy, you're willing to give up?"

She acted cutely and was completely natural. The cuteness in every part of her eyebrows was unique. Now it was not only soft-hearted, but also made people willing to do anything for her...

The direction gradually became a little wrong.

Sheng Quege didn't plan to let this matter go by in a daze. Since she was already learning how to get along with her lover, He Yuchao should also learn.

He should tell her what he really thinks.

So Sheng Quege resisted the man's approaching action and did not give in: "Tell me the reason first."

He Yuchao's eyes were almost invisible, and these phoenix eyes were pitch black and extremely deep. It was because of this that Sheng Quege hoped that occasionally he would take the initiative to tell her everything he had hidden.

Otherwise, she would have to touch the part that He Yuchao wanted her to touch, but she wanted far more than that.

"Que'er...what if I don't want to say it?"

"Then don't go into my room tonight."

Shengque Song showed her eight teeth and smiled happily.

The man's tongue pressed against his palate, and after a little contemplation, he lowered his voice and said, "You have learned how to threaten me now."

"Yes, Mr. He still has to force himself into it? I want to call the police and arrest you!"

"..." He Yuchao pinched her face and pulled it hard, "I've learned to be smart."

"It hurts... your face is about to be torn to pieces."

Fortunately, her face is original, otherwise how dangerous it is?

The man tickled and pushed her out of the bathroom: "Let's talk about it later."

If she stayed here again, she might have to do something wrong and she would not be able to talk about the serious matters.

As a result, when he came out after taking a shower, he suddenly felt that it was really hard to continue to do the serious matter... Sheng Quege made some trouble with something that didn't belong to her from somewhere and then lay on the bed to play with her mobile phone.

The skin is dazzlingly white.

Someone tried hard to suppress his anger, rolled up the duvet and wrapped it around her in a rough manner, then sat down and said, "You really don't know what you are."

Sheng Quege supported his head with one hand and turned to look at him: "What's wrong with me?"

She noticed the emotions in the man's eyes and immediately became clear and calm: "Oh--because I asked my aunt to throw all her pajamas into my washing machine in the morning, so I can only wear your clothes."

He Yuchao didn't say anything.

Sheng Quege asked, "Then can you say it now?"

"Why is Mr. He so angry today?"

"It's not because of me, why?"

Her questions came one by one, and it was obvious that she was really eager to get an answer.

"It's not because of you, it's because of myself."

He Yuchao finally gave an answer, but this answer was extremely unexpected.

"Because you?"

Sheng Quege looked at the man's face, and after passing many thoughts in his mind, he finally understood that she could hardly suppress the shock in her heart...

He Yuchao was so angry that she was bullied, and he did not protect her as soon as possible.

She inexplicably found that she had a very clear understanding of He Yuchao's mood at this moment, as if the hearts of the two were integrated.
To be continued...