Chapter 191 Temporary Shock
The flower-armed man's lips trembled violently, and his expression was forced to be fierce, "Old, old..."
"Crack!" There was a crisp sound of broken bones.
"ah!!!"
No one saw clearly how Han Xi did it, but when everyone reacted, they saw that Huabi's right hand was clamped tightly by Han Xi and twisted behind his back at a strange angle.
The ferocity on his face had disappeared. His bearded face was pale and cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.
Looking at Han Xi again, he was leaning forward slightly, his lips curled coldly: "The last person who dared to call himself "old man" in front of me never spoke again in his life. What about you? Do you want to give it a try?"
The man with tattoos on his arms was shaking like a sieve, his face was pale and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.
The people around him didn't know why he suddenly behaved like this. After all, to outsiders, Han Xi's expression was indifferent and it didn't look like he was using much effort.
Not only that, there wasn't even a trace of ruthlessness on his handsome face; even the corners of Cen Bo's mouth seemed to have a faint smile.
Many women in the crowd had hearts in their eyes, and they stared at Han Xi intently, screaming and gasping in fascination.
The only person involved has tattoos on his arms.
Only he could feel how much force the hand that twisted his arm was exerting. His arm was definitely broken, and at this moment he could faintly hear the sound of his wrist bones cracking.
The man with tattoos on his arms was in so much pain that his teeth were chattering. He tried to endure it stubbornly for a while but couldn't hold it any longer.
He knelt down on the ground little by little, and after a few minutes his knees went soft and he knelt completely in front of Han Xi.
"Boss, boss, please spare me! I, I was wrong. We were blind and didn't recognize the great man. Please, please, please have mercy on me..."
The intense pain went straight from his wrist to his brain. Han Xi didn't even need to say a word, the man with tattoos on his arms begged for mercy.
As soon as he begged for mercy, the few people who fell to the ground groaning in pain naturally became helpless.
The crisis was resolved, and Fang Li finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her heart gradually settled down, and now she finally had the opportunity to check on Lin Mo's situation.
Lin Mo's condition is not very good.
He sat in the corner, holding his stomach, his face looking painful and his breathing shallow.
"How are you? Are you okay?"
Lin Mo: "It's okay, it should be for now... I won't die."
He frowned in pain every time he spoke. Seeing this, Fang Li quickly took out her cell phone and called an ambulance.
After she gave the address and hung up the phone, Lin Mo said, "Yang Miao, Yang Miao is in the private room, go check on her."
After hearing this, Fang Li realized that they came for Yang Miao, but they had not seen Yang Miao since they arrived.
She turned her head to look at Han Xi and saw that he was controlling the man with tattoos with one hand and taking out his cell phone to make a call with the other.
I didn't call him and went to the private room first.
The private room was dark.
Only the bright white light from the screen serves as illumination.
As Fang Li entered the door, she smelled a strong smell of alcohol. In addition to the smell of alcohol, there was also a slightly sweet smell in the air.
She quickly scanned the private room and saw two figures lying crookedly on the sofa.
She quickly found the switch and turned on the light.
The lights in the box were bright, and she could see the scene inside clearly.
I saw a huge coffee table filled with wine bottles, some scattered on the ground, some rolling on the sofa, some broken and cracked, all everywhere, and there were even several pink cans lying upside down on the ground next to the coffee table.
Fang Li's heart was slightly raised, and she realized something instantly.
She immediately walked towards the two figures on the sofa, turned their lying bodies over, and found something wrong.
Not Yang Miao?
How could that be?
Didn’t Lin Mo say that she was in the private room?
"Yang Miao?" Fang Li stood up and called softly.
No response.
She looked around and soon her eyes swept to the closed door at the back. Judging from the location, it should be the bathroom.
Fang Li immediately walked towards the door, but stopped when she reached it.
Looking at the gently closed wooden door, she raised her hand and hesitated for a moment before pushing it open with a slight force.
As soon as the door opened, the situation inside came into view.
The bathroom was not big, with only a sink and a toilet. A girl was lying beside the toilet, unconscious and with her clothes disheveled.
The small body curled up into a ball. Fang Li raised her foot and walked over gently, squatting beside her.
Her slender white hands were stained with blood, with traces of blood running along the gaps between her fingers, and in the palm of her clenched palm was a broken wine bottle.
"......." Fang Li swallowed, feeling a pang of pain in her heart, "Yang Miao......"
She called out softly, but Yang Miao didn't respond at all.
"Yang Miao?"
Fang Li couldn't help but tremble as she reached out her hand to touch her nose. Feeling her weak breath, she immediately felt relieved, but then frowned in worry.
Without caring about anything else, he quickly and carefully helped her up from the ground, wrapped her tightly in Han Xi's suit, and then shouted outside:
"Han Xi? Han Xi!"
......
Beijing International Medical Center.
The lights in the operating room were on.
In the quiet corridor, Fang Li sat quietly in a chair, looking at the figure at the end of the corridor with a serious look.
"My hand is slightly injured, but as for the rest... Fang Li has checked it out, it should be fine."
The voice on the other end of the phone was urgent, "Then why is she unconscious? Xiu Jin, don't lie to me!"
Han Xi was silent for a few seconds, then said truthfully, "The initial diagnosis is that it's a temporary shock caused by an overdose of nitrous oxide. Chen Yingsheng is here, so he'll be fine, don't worry."
"Laughing gas?" The other party gasped and fell silent for a while.
Even through the phone, Han Xi could hear the trembling breathing of the other party.
"I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of her."
Opposite was Han Xi's cousin and Yang Miao's mother, Han Chunxi.
Han Chunxi used a lot of effort to prevent herself from crying over the phone. She said reluctantly, "It's not your fault. It's me who neglected her too much."
Han Xi: “…”
"I've already bought a plane ticket. I should be arriving early tomorrow morning."
There was another silence before Han Chunxi said in a trembling voice, "Xiu Jin, keep an eye on Miaomiao."
"Um."
......After hanging up the phone, Han Xili stood quietly by the bed for a long time before turning around and going back.
Han Xi walked over to Fang Li and sat down.
Fang Li immediately took his arm, looked at him and said, "Yang Miao's mother?"
".......Um."
Han Xi said: "Her mother is my uncle's daughter, you have met her."
"Have I seen it?"
"The last time, Wenxi Film and Television held a charity dinner."
Fang Li was surprised, "You mean..."
Han Xi looked at her sideways with indifferent eyes.
.......It turns out that Yang Miao’s mother is Han Chunxi, the president of Wenxi Film and Television!
No wonder Yang Miao called Han Xi uncle last time.
She thought Han Xi had a biological sister or younger sister, but she didn't expect it to be her cousin.
Aunt Rong once said that not everyone can go to the villa halfway up the mountain. In the huge Han family, only a few people can enter and leave freely, including Yang Miao.
I think the relationship between this pair of cousins should be very good.
Fang Li couldn't help but look at the man beside her, and saw that he was staring quietly at the closed door of the operating room opposite with a deep gaze.
He must be worried now...
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