Chapter 129: Questioning the Guilt
Reaching out and grabbing a waiter, "Washing outside the private room...... What to wash? ”
The little girl was yelled at by this sharp-eyed woman and stammered, "Wash, bathroom?" ”
"Take me there."
When Song Chang kicked open the door of the men's bathroom, Song Xingzhi scolded him.
Song Chang looked inside, but there was no one.
She glanced at his thing in passing.
Song Xingzhi, "......"
Then Duang closed the bathroom door with a bang, leaving her particularly considerate sentence, "Little brother, go on, don't hold back." ”
Song Xingzhi's face was a little dark.
Xu Tingcheng was stopped by Zhuang Wei when he came out of the bathroom, and he pushed him into a private room where no one was around.
The clothes were torn off by him, and the clear kiss marks on the woman's body stimulated Zhuang Wei's eyes to turn red, "What else are you pretending?" Playing so fiercely, brother, I can also make you cool. ”
Zhuang Wei was a little panting, and his physical strength couldn't keep up.
He wanted to cover her mouth with one hand, afraid that she would shout, Xu Qingcheng struggled so hard that he could barely control her.
This scum, how much gold-plated scum is scum.
Caught an ashtray in his hand, Xu Qingcheng threw it directly at him without hesitation.
smashed on Zhuang Wei's shoulder, as soon as his hand was released, Xu Qingcheng broke away from him, and shouted with a loud voice.
Song Changdu went to the location of this private room, and hurriedly turned back when he heard the voice.
The door locked from the inside, and she kicked it a few times before it opened.
Song Xingzhi put his hand on her shoulder and patted her, and Song Chang consciously got out of the way.
The man kicked over.
It's on.
Song Chang raised the camera and rushed over for a burst of random shooting, the shutter clicked, and Zhuang Wei, who was flashing with the flash, couldn't open his eyes, so he just stretched out his hand to block his face.
Xu Qingcheng put his hand on Song Chang and used her strength to get up.
Song Chang glanced at her, except for her hair being messy and her shirt being torn off a few buttons, she was complete, "Are you okay?" ”
"It's fine." Xu Qingcheng took a breath, her heart was still beating hard, and she was afraid that she was not afraid of being a lie, but she was afraid that Song Chang would not be able to catch up.
She tidied up the placket, the buttons collapsed quickly, she couldn't button them, and the position on her chest had to be half open, and the bruises that had been gnawed on it were clearly visible, Song Chang's eyes were red with anger, "This scumbag." ”
She grabbed the cup holder on the table and was about to fall over.
Xu Qingcheng hurriedly grabbed her wrist and stopped her, "Changchang, don't make trouble." ”
The banker's people are notoriously scoundrels, and Xu Qingcheng doesn't want Song Chang to be as contaminated as her.
She already has a lot of lice and is not afraid of bites.
But Song Chang is different, the Song family style is pure, and it has developed well in recent years.
Xu Qingcheng pressed his hand on Song Chang's camera, "Zhuang Wei, if I hand over this photo to the discipline inspection, you will have to take off a layer of skin even if you can get out." I know what Ye Chengnian is planning, I will bear it if Shengshi is wrong, but if it is not for Shengshi's problem, I don't want to have dirty water splashed over. ”
Zhuang Wei's eyes narrowed, and he rubbed his smashed shoulder halfway, and looked at him fiercely, "Xu Qingcheng, you set me up?" ”
"Then I want you to give it a chance."
Zhuang Wei rushed up to grab the camera, but Song Chang instinctively stepped forward and blocked Xu Qingcheng behind.
But she is a woman after all, no matter how strong a female man is, the camera strap is hanging around her neck, Zhuang Wei is stumbling by him with a force, the camera strap is twisted into a twist and strangled on Song Chang's neck, his breathing is strangled, and his face is red.
Xu Qingcheng's heart jumped, and before she could make a move, Zhuang Wei's wrist bone was pinched, and he screamed in pain.
Song Chang only felt that her neck was loose, and the strap of the camera was spinning and scattering, and Xu Qingcheng pulled her in front of her, anxious, "Changchang." ”
Song Chang didn't react, her eyes stared at Song Xingzhi, the man's face was as cold as the winter water of the Ancheng River, biting cold.
Xu Qingcheng followed and looked over.
The man threw Zhuang Wei aside as soon as he shook his hand, and he shook his hand as if he was dirty.