Zhou He struggled and didn't struggle. Under Cheng Wei's slightly tightened hands, her face gradually turned pale from the initial red.

Cheng Wei's eyes were deep and indifferent, time passed very slowly, and he let go of his hand when Zhou He thought he would suffocate. Dropped her on the ground.

After not touching the air for a long time, Zhou He coughed violently. It took a little time for her to see the room clearly. The furnishings had almost been emptied, and Qi Jingran was tied to a stool in the corner, with something stuffed in his mouth, looking half-dead.

Before Zhou He's cough completely calmed down, Cheng Wei walked to a rattan chair not far away and sat down, lit a cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke, and said casually: "Go on." ”

Only then did Zhou He notice that there was a big man in black standing in the corner. As soon as Cheng Wei spoke, he walked out, picked up a brick from the ground, and put it at Qi Jingran's feet.

Qi Jingran should have been in pain, but he couldn't scream when he was stuffed with something in his mouth, and his body struggled violently.

Zhou He's face turned terribly pale. Another man wearing gold-rimmed glasses didn't know when he stood next to her, looked in Qi Jingran's direction, and said with a slight smile: "The boss has always disliked people making noise, and he doesn't like blood. In this way, it is more pleasing to the eye. By the way, this is the legendary tiger chair, you should know it, right?"

As he spoke, he took off his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped them slowly, smiling and continuing, "Guess what, will this young lady faint on the next brick?"

Rao is Zhou He has never seen it again, and from many histories, he also knows the cruelty of this kind of tiger chair that seems to be more 'pleasing to the eye'. Now Qi Jingran is in pain to death, and with one brick, her legs may be useless.

Zhou He's throat was very dry, he stood up and walked towards Cheng Wei, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Cheng, please raise your noble hand." ”

Cheng Wei dusted off the cigarette ash in his hand, looked at Zhou He with a smile, and said, "It's wrong, I should ask you to raise your noble hand." ”

At this moment, Qi Jingran, who was struggling to be tortured to the point of exhausting his physical strength, fainted.

Cheng Wei sighed, and without speaking, the man standing in the corner had already poured a basin of ice water towards Qi Jingran. Qi Jingran shuddered and came to his senses.

She was like a chicken in soup, extremely embarrassed.

Zhou He's fingers were clenched tightly, she couldn't figure out what Cheng Wei wanted to do, and she didn't know what kind of trouble Qi Jingran had caused, so she could only say tentatively: "What do you think is suitable?"

Cheng Wei's eyes were indifferent, he curled his fingers, knocked on the rattan chair a few times, spit out a puff of smoke, and said with a smile: "Okay, for your sake, return the things." After a slight pause, he stood up, approached Zhou He and chuckled and continued, "One more round, but it's more than that." ”

The voice was low and pleasant, but Zhou He's spine was tight.

He didn't talk nonsense, glanced at Qi Jingran in the corner, and walked to the door with a cigarette in his mouth.

As soon as he left, the other two people in the room naturally followed. When he arrived at the door, the man wearing gold wire glasses suddenly turned around, looked in the direction of Zhou Heqi Jingran with a slight smile, coughed lightly, and asked, "It's not early, do you want to send something to eat for the two young ladies?"

Where did he want to send them something to eat, obviously reminding Zhou He not to consume it anymore. Human patience is limited.