After being quiet for a few seconds, He Zefeng said lightly: "Yuelan Bar, let's meet alone." ”

Sheng Baichuan felt that He Zefeng must have had water in his head, they had just had an unpleasant quarrel in the morning, and they hadn't passed for twenty-four hours, so they were going to meet again, so they wouldn't have come to settle accounts with him.

"Young Master He, if you don't rest, I still have to rest, it's so late, I'm sorry I won't accompany you."

He Zefeng's tone was cold: "If you don't explain to me what's going on with the photo, you don't want to rest." ”

"Photos? What photos? Sheng Baichuan heard it in the clouds.

He Zefeng frowned, and lost his patience: "See you in an hour." ”

He hung up the phone decisively, but let Sheng Baichuan scold He Zefeng countless times.

"What kind of person, I can't speak clearly!"

The bar is lit up and noisy, but there is a person who is out of place and drinks alone.

The handsome facial features and good temperament have undoubtedly attracted the attention of many women.

On the other side, Sheng Baichuan strode into the bar as soon as he got out of the car, his eyes wandered around the hall, and finally found He Zefeng's shadow.

"Heh, you're so early."

Sheng Baichuan straightened his collar and walked straight towards the bar.

He Zefeng drank glass after glass, looking at his unrestrained drinking, he didn't know that he thought the cup was boiled water.

"Tell me, what do you mean by the photo on the phone?" Sheng Baichuan went straight to the point, he had to rush home to rest after asking, he couldn't stand staying up late every day.

But he was only halfway through his words, and He Zefeng put the cup down heavily, and some of the wine spilled on the table, glowing in the colorful lights.

The smooth glass table top reflected He Zefeng's gloomy face.

Suddenly, Sheng Baichuan was punched in the face, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, and danger followed.

"You're crazy!"

Sheng Baichuan received another punch in the other side of his face, and he glared angrily and reached out to push the person in front of him away.

He Zefeng stood up straight, but his eyes were full of coldness.

Sheng Baichuan was punched twice inexplicably as soon as he came, and he was very angry, he pointed at He Zefeng, angry.

"You came to me to fight, He Zefeng, let me tell you, don't go too far!"

He rolled up his sleeves and made the impulse to fight to the death with He Zefeng.

The bar attendant saw that the situation was not good and quickly notified the manager.

The manager cautiously stepped forward and persuaded: "Sheng Shao, He Shao, you two are both friends, why can't you sit down and talk slowly." ”

Sheng Baichuan pulled the manager away and pointed at He Zefeng unceremoniously.

"I'm fighting with you today!"

He Zefeng was silent, but his eyes were a little more chilly than just now, and the alcohol stimulated his brain, and the only thing he wanted to do now was to beat the person on the other side severely.

The people around him didn't dare to step forward to stop him, for fear of getting into trouble.

On the other side, Song Meiyi was woken up by a phone call in her sleep, and she saw that it was a friend calling.

"Song Meiyi, hurry up and come to Yuelan Bar, your He Zefeng and Sheng Baichuan are fighting!"

Hearing this, Song Meiyi sat up suddenly: "You can't be mistaken, Zefeng is not that kind of person!" ”

In her memory, Ze Feng had never fought anyone face to face because he disdained it.

"It's true, they really got into a fight, if you don't believe me, I'll send you a video."

Three seconds later, she received a video from her friend, and she clicked on it to see that the person who was fighting was really He Zefeng himself.

"How is that possible!"

Even if she didn't believe it anymore, Song Meiyi hurried over after seeing the video.

When she arrived, she saw a group of people surrounding her, and she hurriedly squeezed in.

Sheng Baichuan was beaten and his nose was blue and his face was swollen, while He Zefeng was not as serious as Sheng Baichuan, at most he had a little abrasion on his face.

Song Meiyi rushed to He Zefeng and was very distressed.

"Zefeng, do you know what you're doing, how do you seem to be a different person, you weren't like this before!"

He Zefeng stared at her coldly: "Get out!" ”

Song Meiyi hugged his arm and didn't let him go: "I'm not leaving, I've drunk too much, I'll take you back." ”

When she got closer, she asked him how much he had drunk......

And He Zefeng pushed Song Meiyi away, he knew the amount of alcohol he had, he was not drunk, even if he was drunk, he would not let her send it.

"Zefeng, don't lose your temper." Song Meiyi stepped forward and tugged on his sleeve tightly.

Sheng Baichuan leaned against the wall and slowly stood up: "He Zefeng, don't leave if you have the ability, I haven't fallen down yet, you continue!" ”

This is the first time that he has been beaten by others to look like this, and he will not admit defeat easily.

After Song Meiyi heard this, she returned angrily: "Ze Feng is like this, you still want to fight, you are too unkind!" She looked at He Zefeng beside her: "Zefeng, let's go and ignore him, he's a madman!" ”

He Zefeng's gaze fell on Sheng Baichuan's body, and his eyes were cold.

"I'll accompany you at any time, but for now, you better deal with yourself first, I'm afraid that if I punch you, you'll be wasted."

His tone was full of disdain, and he successfully angered Sheng Baichuan, but at this time, he was even staggering when he walked, and he was obviously no longer He Zefeng's opponent.

"He Zefeng, I remember today's hatred, you wait for me!"

As soon as Song Meiyi turned around, there was no shadow of He Zefeng, so she hurried to catch up.

After getting into the car, He Zefeng said indifferently to the driver: "Go back." ”

As soon as the engine sounded, there was a "knock knock" sound from the window.

Song Meiyi banged on the car window vigorously, and her eyes kept staring at the car, for fear that others would disappear from her, and her face was full of worry.

"Zefeng, I have something to say to you, it won't delay you too much, can you just open the car window and see me?"

"Ze Feng!"

The driver turned around and hesitated: "Mr. He, what do you see here?" ”

He Zefeng's tone was unwavering: "Drive." ”

Seeing this, the driver couldn't say anything, so he started the car.

Song Meiyi stared at her eyes and stomped her feet angrily: "Zefeng, what do you mean!" ”

Villa.

Shen Wanbai had insomnia, she couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, and suddenly heard movement in the yard, she couldn't help but be stunned.

Is it?

She forced herself not to think about He Zefeng, but her mind was full of his shadow, and finally, she lifted the quilt and got up.

Gently lifting the curtains, she saw He Zefeng walking towards the villa, and under the light, she suddenly saw a bruise on the left side of his face.

Shen Wanbai thought that he had seen it wrong, and when he rubbed his eyes and looked again, there was no shadow of him downstairs.

Lowering the curtains, her heart was very uneasy, why was He Zefeng's face hurt?