Chapter 107 How dare you play with my sister?
When Xu Qingqing came back from the bathroom, she saw this jaw-dropping scene.
Meng Shiyi decisively raised her hand and slapped He Xilou, making a crisp and pleasant sound.
Xu Qingqing was stunned, her mouth could almost fit an egg.
But she quickly came to her senses and rushed forward to speak for Meng Shiyi:
"He Xilou, don't force Shiyi! Weren't you flirting with the beauty next door today?"
He Xilou stared at Meng Shiyi, silently clenched his fists, and said in a dry and hoarse voice: "What ambiguity? I rejected her."
There was a strong sense of oppression when the man spoke, which made people tremble.
But Xu Qingqing was not intimidated at all and retorted firmly: "Oh, then our Shiyi also rejects you, please leave immediately!"
Meng Shiyi stood behind Xu Qingqing and no longer looked at He Xilou's expression.
Inside the bar, a few people around heard the noise and looked over, wanting to join in the fun.
There were a few students from the Imperial University inside, who poked their heads out curiously.
He Xilou rolled his Adam's apple, and finally just looked at Meng Shiyi restrainedly, with deep and thick emotions in his eyes.
He didn't say anything else, turned around and left with forbearance.
Xu Qingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The noisy and cheerful electronic music in the bar covered my ears, gradually dispelling the unpleasantness just now.
Meng Shiyi rubbed his sore hands, still drunk, and hugged Xu Qingqing's waist.
"Qingbao, thank you, wuwu... Let's continue drinking."
"Drink!" Xu Qingqing sat down proudly and drank a large bottle of wine.
The spicy taste spread all the way to the stomach, stimulating every nerve.
After finishing a glass, she nuzzled Meng Shiyi's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Baby, you looked so handsome when you slapped him just now!"
Meng Shiyi said softly, "You are handsome too."
After drinking, Xu Qingqing was a little tipsy and half leaned on Meng Shiyi.
"Shiyi, why do you smell so good..."
The other corner of the bar.
He Xilou leaned lonely on the back of the chair, with a slightly gloomy face, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a dark mood.
He didn't drink any alcohol, but just supported his head with one hand, staring at the two girls' dizzy looks out of the corner of his eye.
Meng Shiyi looks very cute when she is drunk, soft and chubby like a rabbit, and seems easy to bully, but she will really bite when she is angry.
After a long time, He Xilou lowered his head and dialed a number.
"Hello? West Building?" Meng Huaili asked.
He Xilou: "Your sister is drunk and is at the East Gate Bar. Pick her up."
Meng Huaili said without hesitation: "Okay, I'll be right there."
He closed his laptop, threw on a coat, went downstairs, and rushed over immediately.
When he hurried to the bar, He Xilou happened to be standing at the door.
The man lowered his head slightly, his eyelashes hiding the emotions in his eyes. The only special thing was that there was a light pink slap mark on his face.
Meng Huaili paid more attention and felt a bad premonition growing stronger.
I had a vague guess, but there was no evidence and I never dared to believe it was true.
"Xilou, why are you here too?"
This bar is indeed popular among Imperial University students and the prices are affordable, but He Xilou will never appear here.
"It just so happens," He Xilou glanced at him calmly and said calmly, "I have something to do, so I'll leave first."
In the corner of the bar, Meng Shiyi and Xu Qingqing were drinking so hard that their faces were red.
Xu Qingqing was still somewhat conscious, able to walk on her own and distinguish between humans and animals.
She shook Meng Shiyi's shoulders: "Hey, little pig, get up quickly and go back to sleep."
Meng Shiyi slumped on the sofa, like a puddle of water. "I, I can't get up. What should I do..."
She rubbed her eyes, looked at Xu Qingqing, and asked softly, "Who are you?"
Xu Qingqing was annoyed: "I'm your grandma!"
Meng Shiyi was about to sit up, but the next second, she was lifted up and lay on someone's back.
Meng Huaili carried her on his back and frowned: "Why did you drink so much?"
She lay on him, suddenly aggrieved: "Brother? Why are you here..."
After Meng Huaili paid the bill, he walked back with Shiyi on his back, and Xu Qingqing followed him.
"Why are you here drinking all of a sudden?" he asked.
Meng Shiyi said in a muffled voice: "Drinking to drown my sorrows."
"What worries you?"
"I'm not happy."
Meng Huaili pressed his thin lips into a straight line, paused, and asked, "Is it related to He Xilou?"
Xu Qingqing was walking beside them and was also stunned for a moment.
Meng Huaili said in a deep voice: "Shiyi, tell me the truth."
As soon as the words fell.
There was a bitter taste at the tip of Meng Shiyi's nose, her eyes were drunken and blurred, and she let out all her unhappy emotions.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you, I...I broke up with him..."
"What?!"
This sentence was no less than dropping a nuclear bomb in Meng Huaili's mind.
It shattered his sanity in an instant.
He stood there stiffly, his face tense, his ears buzzing, and he couldn't even hear anything.
After a long time, he rolled his Adam's apple and asked, "Who did you break up with?"
"He Xilou."
Meng Shiyi lowered her head in grievance and told him everything about the breakup.
Every word she said.
Meng Huaili's hands were shaking.
The veins on his forearms bulged, and he felt indescribable in his heart. His eyes were filled with intense anger, which made people shudder.
"When did you start?"
Meng Shiyi leaned on his back with peace of mind, thinking carefully, "It was the day after your birthday."
The words fell.
The veins on Meng Huaili's forehead bulged, and he was so angry that he could hardly breathe.
It turned out to be so long, and it happened to be the day after his birthday.
Really good.
No wonder... No wonder He Xilou suddenly came on his birthday.
So he wanted to steal his sister.
Meng Huaili closed his eyes in forbearance, his fists clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound.
He carefully carried the poetry on his back, silent all the way, a silence so terrifying that it was like the calm before the storm.
Xu Qingqing followed beside him, not daring to say a word.
Meng Huaili suppressed his rage and sent the two girls back to the dormitory safely. Then he sent a message directly to He Xilou:
【Come here, I have something to talk to you about.】
Outside the east gate, in a forest.
The setting sun cast a gloomy twilight over the city, and the cool evening breeze gently blew through the leaves of the sycamore trees.
He Xilou half leaned against the mottled trunk of the sycamore tree, with his head slightly lowered.
He held an unlit cigarette between his bony fingertips and picked up the lighter casually, wondering what he was thinking.
I heard strange footsteps.
He Xilou raised his eyes, his lips curled up in his usual lazy smile, "What do you want from me?"
Meng Huaili walked up to him calmly.
"What do you think?"
The next second, he took decisive action and hit He Xilou hard on the right cheek and nose, making a dull "bang" sound.
He Xilou was punched in the face and was caught off guard. He staggered backward and the back of his head hit the rough tree trunk.
In an instant, a warm liquid rushed into the nasal cavity, making breathing difficult.
Meng Huaili stood in front of him and said, "This punch is for her."
He Xilou's expression was clear, and his tone was surprisingly calm, "You know everything?"
Still looking nonchalant.
Meng Huaili became even more annoyed. He raised his hand and punched him hard in the face without restraining any strength.
He Xilou did not defend himself and let him attack. He lost his balance and fell to the ground in a mess.
Meng Huaili looked down at her, full of disappointment. "Why are you dating her? How many times have I warned you privately not to touch her? How dare you play with my sister? He Xilou, speak up!"
Meng Huaili usually had a gentle personality, kept his public and private lives separate, never smoked or fought, and was a typical good student. However, this incident touched his bottom line and he had no tolerance for it.
He used all his strength, without caring about the other person's face at all.
He Xiluo never fought back and was beaten to the ground, letting the smell of rust and blood spread to his throat.
The dim light enveloped him, adding a sense of loneliness.
"He Xilou, I'm asking you, have you done it?"
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