Chapter 134 Cute Internet Celebrity 12

"You can't call other people's names, shut up!"

Qianzhou kicked his calf with all his strength, and took advantage of the pain when he wanted to get up and run away.

His heavy breathing made him feel dizzy, and before he could take two steps he was grabbed by the ankle and dragged back.

Qianzhou felt the man taking off his pants, and a strong sense of nausea surged in his heart.

The waiter had already unlocked the door, and when it opened, Han Cheng heard some movement inside.

"Qianzhou?"

Han Cheng walked inside and saw Qian Zhou being pressed to the ground, with the collar of his clothes pulled to his shoulders and bruises on his neck.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and Han Cheng grabbed the man's hair and pulled him up.

Qianzhou felt a sudden lightening in his body, realizing someone was coming.

He opened his eyes blankly, and the man's screams and the sticky sound of fragments piercing into flesh rang in his ears.

Han Cheng's face was gloomy, veins bulged on his arms, and he pressed the man's head to the ground.

Han Cheng's indifference and coldness disappeared, and he was now violent and cruel.

Qian Zhou stood there in a daze. He had never seen Han Cheng like this before.

The waiter exclaimed, "Sir?! I'm calling the police now!"

There was such a commotion here that Zheng Yufeng rushed over first and saw Han Cheng pinning the man to the ground.

He hurried over to help restrain him, "What's going on?!"

He turned his head and looked at Qian Zhou, whose neck was bruised and his clothes were disheveled.

The first time he cursed, "Damn it, how dare you hurt someone."

Zheng Yufeng is a very famous public figure, and there were guests outside taking pictures with their mobile phones.

Han Cheng ordered in a cold voice, "No filming allowed, this is our private itinerary."

"Okay, okay." The waiter hurried out to ask them to delete it.

Qianzhou leaned against the wall and coughed violently, his face pale and the finger marks on his neck were extremely horrifying.

He was still running a fever, and after this incident, the look of illness on his face became even more obvious.

Han Cheng handed the person to Zheng Yufeng, walked over and squatted in front of Qian Zhou.

Looking at his red eyes, she leaned over and hugged Qianzhou in her arms, "...Okay, don't be afraid, I will send him to jail."

There was blood on Qianzhou's hands and his whole body was shaking from exerting too much force.

As if she had found a life-saving straw, she buried her head in Han Cheng's arms, "......"

Zheng Yufeng looked at the two of them and let out a sigh.

"I didn't expect someone would follow me here. Luckily Qian Zhou wasn't alone, otherwise I would be doomed."

Han Cheng lowered his eyes and looked at Qian Zhou's torn hem, then took off his coat with a cold face.

"Get dressed, and tell the truth when the police come."

"I..." Qian Zhou leaned close to Han Cheng and spoke in a low voice.

"What?" Han Cheng asked.

Qianzhou stretched out his hand, "My hand hurts..."

Han Cheng stood up and asked the waiter, "Can you please get the bandages and medicine?"

The wound on Qianzhou's palm was not deep, but he bled a lot.

Han Cheng used a medical cotton swab to apply the wound and bandage him, his technique was neat and efficient.

The police arrived quickly, and Han Cheng was standing next to Qian Zhou while he was taking his statement.

"Tsk, he's a repeat offender. He's got a criminal record but he still refuses to change his ways. He once raped a female anchor and spent six years in prison, yet he still dares to do it again."

The police handcuffed the man and said, "Take him away!"

Han Cheng stared at the man coldly, "I'll follow up."

The man sneered, "He dances so sexy, how clean do you think he is?"

"he--"

Han Cheng took the top of the mineral water bottle and stuffed it directly into his throat, saying lightly:

"Shut up."

The police quickly stopped him, “Hey hey hey!”

Han Cheng had already withdrawn his hand and lowered his head to adjust his cufflinks. "I'm sorry, police officer. You heard it too. He was insulting my people."

Zheng Yufeng looked at Qian Zhou's profile, as if he had a lot to say, and then he withdrew his gaze with a complicated expression.

He whispered to Han Cheng, "Brother, are you...really okay?"

Han Cheng glanced at him and said, "Don't say anything you shouldn't say."

Qian Zhou shuddered when he heard the tone. It was really scary.

Watching the prisoner being taken away, Qianzhou sniffed and felt completely exhausted.

“I want to go back to the hotel…”

Han Cheng pointed at his hand and said, "Go to the hospital and get some treatment. Do a simple checkup. Don't rush back."

Qianzhou said: "But I'm tired and want to lie down..."

"Okay." Han Cheng said.

Then a separate ward was opened for him in the hospital.

No concessions at all.

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital ward filled the air. Qian Zhou's face was half buried in the pillow, and his right hand was re-bandaged.

There was a fever-reducing injection in my left hand, and the IV was dripping at a very slow rate.

Han Cheng sat beside the bed, staring at the marks on Qian Zhou's neck.

His eyes were dark and his gaze was somewhat sinister. He sat in the shadows, holding his cell phone.

On the screen was a replay of Qian Zhou's live broadcast.

Han Cheng habitually wore headphones, placed his phone upside down on the table, and listened quietly to Qian Zhou talking.

Thank you for the gift, talk about your daily life, and occasionally reply to comments.

The sound is very pleasant and has a special soothing effect.

Han Cheng calmed down and sent a message to Zheng Yufeng: Deal with the online comments properly.

When Qian Zhou woke up, it was already past 3 a.m. and Han Cheng was not there.

He opened his eyes tiredly, the moonlight illuminated the furnishings in the ward, and Qianzhou touched his cell phone.

When I opened the screen, a pinned private message popped up.

It was Zheng Yufeng, who has 1.8 million fans. He sent Qianzhou a string of WeChat numbers with a message: I have something to tell you.

Qianzhou replied with an OK expression.

In less than a minute, Zheng Yufeng replied: How is he?

Qianzhou looked at the current time, 3:08, why is Zheng Yufeng still not asleep?

He typed back: He took me to the hospital, I just woke up and he wasn't there.

The other party did not reply to the message for two minutes.

Qianzhou checked the private messages and found that only a few people asked if he was injured.

This means that what happened today was posted online, but because it was handled promptly, it did not spread.

Qianzhou replied briefly.

With a ding-dong sound, another message popped up above, and Zheng Yufeng asked him: Is it convenient for voice communication?

Qian Zhou replied OK and then received a call from Zheng Yufeng.

He asked again as if to confirm, "Are you the only one in the ward?"

"Well, Han Cheng is not here."

There was fatigue in Zheng Yufeng's voice, as if he had not slept all night.

"I shouldn't have told you this, but I'm worried he'll be impulsive again. You need to keep an eye on him."

"We basically get together once a year, and I didn't expect to meet someone like this."

Zheng Yufeng paused, "Did he tell you about his hospitalization?"

"I told you I hurt my eyes while doing an experiment."

"He told you so..." Zheng Yufeng sighed deeply, "He always likes to downplay it."

"Ah...it's a mental problem."