Originally, Lin Er was indeed planning to smash the boys who were so singular to the wall, but he couldn't even snatch them off. But for some reason, when he learned that the enthusiastic citizen friend who helped was actually her boyfriend, most of the fire that was pressing in her heart suddenly disappeared.

It seemed to evaporate with the exploded beer bottle.

But Xie Yan had no intention of stopping.

He bent down, grabbed the collar of the boy who had just spoken, and picked him up from the sofa.

A waiter pushed the bar trolley through the aisle between the lockers. He was frightened by the "slam" that shocked the audience just now, and he was stiff in place to form a human-shaped standing sign.

Xie Yan took a bottle of white wine from the cart. He casually threw the bottle up and down. The bottle turned two beautiful arcs in the air, then fell down, and was grabbed by him again.

But the place I caught this time became the bottleneck of the wine bottle.

He knocked the wine bottle against the edge of the table, and the glass bottle instantly shattered, leaving only a slender bottleneck in his hand, and the smell of alcohol in the air became stronger in an instant.

The boy's face was as pale as paper, and he was carried by Xie Yanti, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle. Because the collar was too tight, he was so angry that he was suffocating in his throat. He looked like a sick and squinting Shape dog, as if he was about to be angry in the next second and he was about to return to the west.

Xie Yan bent over slightly, and the sharp wine bottle glass in his hand pressed against the boy's neck artery, slowly pressing down.

The glass pierced into the skin, and the red blood quickly flowed down the wound.

Xie Yan didn't seem to see it at all.

He gently pulled the corner of his lower lip, and the peach blossom eyes raised slightly, and his tone of speaking was cold and gentle: "Say what I just now, huh?"

“…”

Xie Yan's tone is very clean and his voice is cool. He always speaks with a bit of careless tiredness, which sounds particularly attractive.

But the boy he was carrying didn't think so.

The boy felt as if he had heard a Sanskrit sound for life.

His whole body was stiffened into a steel plate, and his white lips moved hard, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Why don't you say it anymore? Didn't you say it just now and you're very happy?"

“…”

The whole room was silent, silent.

Due to blood loss and the suffocation pressure from the collar, the unlucky child was already trembling like a late-stage patient in Parkinson's stage and was about to faint.

Xie Yan's face had no expression. Glass pierced into his skin, and blood spread along the light brown glass bottle onto his pale fingers, which felt sticky and slippery.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at him, and suddenly let go of his hand.

The bottle fragments "ding" fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. Before the echo of this sound could completely fall, another dull sound was heard.

The boy was thrown directly onto the table by Xie Yan.

It was indeed "throwing", because the force was so strong that the table shaking twice, all the cans that were originally placed on the table were swept to the ground and rolled around.

The boy's shiny forehead made a "bang" sound and had an intimate kiss with Marble. His head, which was not awake, was even more dizzy.
Chapter completed!