Being split, being green, these words are probably the most painful for men!

Ye Chengze's face was naturally not good-looking. {with}{dream} щ{suimеng][lā}

When Gao Xiaozi fell in love with another man and broke up with him, he didn't ask who the other party was, cleaned up his hurt emotions, and went abroad directly.

Therefore, this is the first time Ye Chengze has seen He Zhenyu, but this is a goodbye to the love rival in the past tense, and naturally there is no feeling of 'extraordinarily red'.

At this time, it was Wei Zhijun and He Zhenyu who were blushing at each other.

Both sides were shouting that they couldn't be good, plus they both drank alcohol, and under the stimulation of alcohol, their guts were fatter than usual.

A scuffle was about to break out, and Ye Chengze couldn't stop it at all.

Facing the bartenders who surrounded him and beat his brother, even if he didn't want to do anything about his identity, he couldn't do anything.

A group of people were ping-pong on the edge of the bar, Ye Chengze and they were all trained people who had been soldiers and beaten in the army, and their skills were naturally not comparable to those bartenders.

Although it does not have an advantage in numbers, it can be fought with one top ten, and it will not fall behind at all.

The singing and swirling lights in the dance hall stopped, the wine glasses and wine cups on the bar were smashed, and the exclamations of the dancing girls and singers were crackling and frustrating.

Chen Xinlan shouted not to fight, but no one paid attention to her.

She didn't know why the situation had turned out to be like this, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her tears made her makeup look so embarrassed.

He Zhenyu gritted his teeth and watched the bartenders in the dance hall being thrown out of the hall one by one like cabbage, wiped his face, and said to the bartender:

"Make a phone call to Brother Zhou, and say that someone is coming to smash his field, and send a dozen thugs over. ”

The bartender immediately nodded and ran to make a call.

He Zhenyu had just turned around after giving the order, and a fist immediately came to him and smashed directly on the bridge of his nose.

"Whew......"...

He Zhenyu covered his nose, feeling that his nasal bone seemed to be broken, a burst of soreness and severe pain, and tears flowed out instantly, "Don't hit me in the face......"

Wei Zhijun didn't give him the effort to relax, and aimed another fist at his abdomen, which directly hit him and squatted down again, waiting for the person to squat down, and then continued to punch him in the face.

"What's the hell about relying on this little white face to deceive girls, right?

If you don't let Lao Tzu slap you in the face, Lao Tzu will beat your head into a pig's head to relieve your anger!" Wei Zhijun sat on He Zhenyu, raised his fist and shot the bow left and right.

"Stop fighting...... Zhijun, I beg you not to fight, it's a misunderstanding at all......" Chen Xinlan went up to pull Wei Zhijun away.

Wei Zhijun shook off her hand, his eyes were bloodshot and red, "Why is Lao Tzu misleading?"

Don't you feel sorry for him?

What's wrong with this little white face?

Chen Xinlan, your special taste is really heavy, from an old man in his forties and fifties to a little white face, you can gnaw on it....."

"What...... What?"

Chen Xinlan seemed to be stunned, staring blankly at Wei Zhijun's face that had become distorted by extreme anger, and crystal tears fell like beads with broken threads.

She felt as if her throat was being choked by a hand, she couldn't speak, and her heart hurt so much that she couldn't even breathe.

What does Wei Zhijun mean by this?

Want to say she's a water-based poplar?

Since you look down on her so much, what did you do when you came to provoke her?