He dragged Wu Gaocai, pushed open the door of the private room, and threw him on the table.
Bang!
There was a loud crashing sound.
Wu Gaocai's body crushed the plates on the dining table.
Blood flowed out from the broken plate, staining the area red.
Wu Gaocai's body was lying on the table, his head tilted forward, with bright red blood hanging from the corners of his mouth. His body was trembling and his face was pale. He was obviously in a semi-comatose state.
Looking at this bloody scene, the timid girls were so scared that they screamed and avoided the viewer's gaze.
His current miserable condition made him feel physically uncomfortable and nauseous. He just wanted to grab a toilet and vomit violently.
Han Ningchu deliberately threw Wu Gaocai in front of Han Fei.
Han Fei was trembling all over. She could not help but hold on to the chair and backed away repeatedly, her eyes filled with horror.
"Gao Cai, what's going on... Why are you like this?"
Zhu Mo also looked at Han Ningchu with surprise.
I probably guessed that Wu Gaocai must have had some bad intentions towards the senior, so he was beaten like this.
It must be said that Wu Gao is a real man. He is a man of awe and makes people want to applaud him.
Why did he have to offend Han Ningchu when there were so many people he could offend.
At Cheng Group, the bloody scene where the senior student punched off half of someone’s face is still vivid in my mind.
It was obvious that he was holding back, otherwise Wu Gaocai would have died long ago.
"You scared me to death, junior."
Han Ningchu naturally sat in Zhu Mo's arms, as if he had been wronged, and leaned in pitifully: "Your junior high school classmate tried to molest me,"
After hearing Han Ningchu's words, the expressions on everyone's faces were very interesting.
Han Fei's face turned ashen and her eyes almost spit fire.
His lips couldn't stop trembling. "Impossible, Wu Gaocai is not that kind of person. You must be framing him."
"Woman, you actually dared to hit the young master of Hongmeng Underwear. You...you just wait to be punished. Wu Gaocai is the only son of President Wu, how dare you..."
Han Fei was shaking with anger, tears streaming down her face.
Chuchu looked at Zhu Mo pitifully: "Zhu Mo, your girlfriend is really too much. Don't you care about her?"
He glanced at Zhu Mo with resentful eyes, trying to win his sympathy.
But Zhu Mo would not care, he looked at her coldly: "Of course I will take care of it, I am thinking about how to deal with you. If you bully my woman, I am afraid his life will not be enough to compensate. Since you said so, his father can forget about living."
"What is Red Dream Underwear? I want to see who can deal with me."
With one hand on his chin, the pitiful look on Han Ningchu's face disappeared, and his eyes were full of mockery.
"My dear cousin, don't think I can't see it. If you want to steal my sister's man, forget it in your next life."
Song Ping scratched his head and felt terrible.
This class reunion seemed to have lost all its charm.
"you..."
Han Fei was so angry that her face turned red and she was speechless.
He was so angry that he left Wu Gaocai and walked out angrily with his bag.
When Han Ningchu saw her leaving, he raised his eyebrows slightly and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"This woman is making me so mad! I'm going to make you pay. Just wait."
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Han Fei lost her gentle demeanor and cursed with gritted teeth like a shrew.
Carrying a small bag, she walked to the side of the road with a swaying waist.
Without Wu Gaocai, I could only take a taxi home.
A black SUV pulled up next to her, with the passenger window rolled down.
The bald, burly man stared at Han Fei so hard that her hair stood on end.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a beautiful woman before?"
"Hmph, pervert. Do you think you can just look at me as you please?" After saying that, Han Fei was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, the back door of the car was pushed open, and a burly man came out, grabbed her snow-white neck roughly, dragged her up, and slammed the door shut.
Han Fei fluttered around in the sturdy man's arms like a captured chicken, with the big palms blocking her mouth and she could only barely make a "woohoo" sound.
The bald man in the passenger seat turned on his phone and sent a voice message: "Master, what do you want to do with the person if he is caught?"
Soon news came from the other side.
The man clicked on the voice.
A voice that Han Fei was extremely familiar with came from the phone.
However, this voice was cold and mixed with ruthless murderous intent, as if it came from hell, and it sounded creepy.
It was not at all as gentle as the sound she made when she was sitting in Zhu Mo's arms.
"You want to steal my man, send massage parlor dedication."
After hearing this, Han Fei's heart sank.
I've heard about people donating in welfare homes and nursing homes, but this is the first time in my life I've heard about people donating in massage parlors.
Even though I was forced to do that dirty work, it was still a devotion without getting a penny.
The bald man turned around and revealed a gloating smile, which made Han Fei's hair stand on end and gave her a chill.
Han Ningchu held his chin with one hand in a depressed mood, and with the other hand he held a fork, stabbing the food on the plate again and again, but he had no appetite at all.
"What's wrong, Senior? Are you angry because I didn't go to the room first?"
Zhu Mo was eating with gusto, and teased Han Ningchu after seeing his reaction.
"Go, am I an unsatisfied person?"
He rolled his eyes, crossed his legs and said calmly: "I was just thinking...you and Han Fei really didn't have any relationship, right?"
"Well..."
Zhu Mo's mouth twitched in shame: "I didn't expect that senior sister's possessiveness is quite strong."
"Don't worry, Senior is my first love."
Han Ningchu let out a long "oh" and seemed to have thought of something, with a slight blush on his face:
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