Chapter 200 Xie Jingcheng is not as despicable as you!
Song Qingxing hesitated for a moment, but thought to herself, this is a hotel, it is impossible for something too bloody to happen, and the bodyguards' skills are pretty good.
If I continue to stay here, I will only become a burden, so I took a decisive step and ran away.
Although she was wearing leather shoes, the thick heels were not high, so it was easy for her to escape.
"A bunch of trash!"
Zhao Shengyang obviously didn't expect that a mere bodyguard could hold back his elite. He was very angry, but he didn't continue to be dazed. He picked up his steps and started chasing.
The first thing Song Qingxing thought of was a crowded place, so she turned back. As long as she went to the lobby on the first floor, Zhao Shengyang would not commit the crime in broad daylight in front of everyone.
But no matter how fast she ran, she was not as fast as an adult man. Zhao Shengyang almost pounced on her and grabbed Song Qingxing's shoulders tightly.
Both of them fell in the corridor. Logically speaking, the toilet was not located in a remote area and should be frequently visited by people.
But at this time, no one came in or out. It was obvious that he must have bribed them with money or intercepted them with manpower.
It is truly terrifying that a person can be so arrogant. Now think about it, as a young lady of the Xie family, Xie Jingcheng could only give the reporters a sour face at most.
It's already extremely pure.
Song Qingxing fell to the ground in a mess. The marble floor was extremely hard and her shoulder was hurt. She gritted her teeth and the smell of blood spread in her mouth.
"I've told you before, whoever I set my eyes on can't escape, and Xie Jingcheng is usually arrogant. Today I'm going to let her taste the bitterness of defeat."
"Song Qingxing, you know, she has mysophobia, what if you get dirty?"
"Will Xie Jingcheng feel so nauseous that he wants to vomit?"
There was a strong and pungent smell of tobacco in Zhao Shengyang's mouth. Song Qingxing felt like vomiting when she heard him say such provocative words.
I suddenly felt angry.
Why should I be bullied?
Last time, I was frightened by the knife in the hands of the sasaeng fan. This time, Zhao Shengyang didn't have a knife in his hand, so why should I be afraid?
Song Qingxing looked around and saw the flowerpot she had just passed by in the corridor. There was an exquisite Areca palm planted in the flowerpot.
This thing was a bit heavy, but Song Qingxing stretched out her hands and hugged the brown vase.
Then he hit Zhao Shengyang hard on the cheek.
The other party suddenly saw stars, his chin was cut, and blood spurted out like a faucet.
"Only filthy fellows like you would think it's okay to separate two people in such a dirty way!"
Xie Jingcheng would definitely care about these things, but she was not the kind of person with such narrow vision that she could be blinded by a single thing. Song Qingxing knew that the other party loved her, not just her body.
Even though she had an ex-boyfriend, Xie Jingcheng would have dark and twisted thoughts in his heart, but in front of her he would only show jealousy at most.
This is Xie Jingcheng.
Xie Jingcheng, whom Song Qingxing knows best.
The vase fell again and hit Zhao Shengyang's shoulder hard. Song Qingxing didn't want to cause a death by mistake. The flowerpot broke and the yellow-brown soil was scattered all over the nobleman's body and face.
The blood mixed with the mud created a strange picture.
The noise here also attracted people in the hall, and the construction warning sign at the door was ignored. This was why no one had come to the toilet here just now.
When the onlookers saw this scene, they all screamed. Song Qingxing stood up with difficulty, but perhaps because her shoulder had just hit the ground, the shock, fear and anger had passed.
The pain spread, and Song Qingxing couldn't even support herself to stand up. The crowded crowd was terrified, but no one dared to come forward to help.
Most of these people are masters and ladies. When they encounter such things, they don't want to dirty their hands at all.
Of course, some people are afraid of being blackmailed.
Song Qingxing supported her palms on the broken pieces of the vase and then slowly sat up straight.
The broken flowerpot embedded itself into his palm, causing him to frown in pain, but he managed to stand up by holding onto the wall.
"Are you okay?"
The guy who had just asked the chef to pack up the food ran out and was shocked when he saw this scene. He was almost scared to death.
"It's okay, please call the police and 120."
Song Qingxing no longer had the energy to touch her cell phone. Only then did she remember that her poor bodyguard was still fighting two people at once.
Just as he was about to ask the hotel security to rush forward, he saw the bodyguard walking out covered in blood.
I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that Song Qingxing was safe and sound.
He has a heavy family burden. Not only does he have two children of his own, but he also has to raise the children left behind by his brother.
Only a high salary could afford the schooling of his three children. He was unwilling to treat his children like weeds, so he sent them to the best primary schools.
So a high salary is needed.
But no one would offer such an outrageous price for a bodyguard, only Xie Jingcheng, a wealthy young lady, would be willing to do so. But the only condition and price is...
When necessary, my life is not as important as Miss Song's.
If he could do this, even after his death, his family would still be supported by the Xie family foundation.
So at this moment, the bodyguard could almost be said to be killing anyone who stood in his way. His body was trembling, and he had beaten the two men to a pulp.
Even though he didn't get any benefits, there was a big cut at the end of his eyebrow, with blood and flesh sticking out, which made some customers cover their noses.
I had just eaten, and the smell of blood made me want to vomit.
"Miss Song, I'm glad you're okay."
The bodyguard breathed a sigh of relief and then slowly slid down against the door frame. Zhao Shengyang lay motionless on the ground, but Song Qingxing knew that this guy was not dead.
He just felt embarrassed, so he chose to pretend to be dead.
"Don't tell Xie Jingcheng about this for now."
Song Qingxing glanced at the bodyguard and spoke lightly.
It seemed as if he had not just experienced a terrorist attack, but just a minor incident.
The bodyguard was stunned. His hand, which was about to reach for his cell phone, stopped because his first responsibility was to inform Xie Jingcheng no matter what happened.
"Why?"
"I don't want her to worry."
"Since I have nothing to do, I won't let her distract from her acting."
As a bodyguard, he has full insurance and other things, so there is no need to worry too much. Let him go to the hospital and have a good rest. After he has rested, I will give him bonuses and subsidies.
This is the best reward.
After all, only a high monthly salary can exchange for such hard and tiring work.
As for bonuses, of course the more money the better.
"I see."
The bodyguard nodded and decided to notify him later.
Let’s not disturb the boss from filming for now.
After a while, the police and nurses rushed over. There were several pieces of tiles in Song Qingxing's palm. The broken tiles needed to be picked out and then disinfected.
This will prevent infection.
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