"Boom!" Suddenly, the door of the lounge, which was obviously locked, was kicked open!

Startled by this voice, Fang Zhan stopped his movements suddenly, turned his head, and saw Yan Weiming standing at the door with a gloomy face.

Yan Weiming's eyes looked into the lounge, only to see who Fang Zhan seemed to be sitting on, and when Fang Zhan saw someone coming, he was already too frightened to continue!

Seeing this, Bai Qi hurriedly pushed Fang Zhan to the ground while he was distracted.

Bai Qimeng sat up with shortness of breath, her hair and clothes were already messy, her eyes were red and she looked at the door of the lounge, and before she could react, Yan Weiming had already walked in front of her and took off her coat to cover her.

"Mr. Yan!" Bai Qimeng shouted, and in the next second, he saw Yan Weiming pick up Fang Zhan, who was one meter eight tall, with just one hand!

Yan Weiming used all his strength to directly throw Fang Zhan on the makeup table in the lounge, and even the mirror on the table was shattered!

Fang Zhan turned around because of the sudden pain, and directly rolled off the table and fell heavily on the glass, before he could react, Yan Weiming punched him in the face again.

Bai Qimeng, who had calmed down, saw the situation in front of him clearly at this time, Yan Weiming, who was wearing a suit, punched Fang Zhan's face and body one after another, and Fang Zhan, who was beaten, had no strength to resist!

Seeing this, Bai Qimeng hurriedly rushed forward, and hugged Yan Weiming directly without thinking about it.

She had never seen Yan Weiming like this, her eyes had no emotion except anger, but this kind of Yan Weiming made her extremely afraid!

"Mr. Yan! Mr. Yan can't fight anymore! If you continue to fight like this, you will die! Bai Qimeng hugged Yan Weiming tightly, for fear that Fang Zhan would really die if he continued to fight like this, and at that time, something really would happen!

Yan Weiming came back to his senses at this time, stopped the movements in his hand, and after feeling the soft embrace of the person behind him, he shook his head and tried to calm himself down.

After a few minutes, the police at the venue belatedly took away Fang Zhan, who was almost dying.

When Bai Qimeng, who cooperated with the police to complete the basic records, returned to the lounge, he saw Yan Weiming sitting on the sofa with his head down, and several cigarette butts had been thrown on the ground.

It's hard to imagine what would have happened to Yan Weiming if he hadn't arrived just now.

Bai Qimeng walked into the lounge gently, still wearing Yan Weiming's coat at this time.

"Mr. Yan..."Bai Qimeng shouted softly, and slowly walked in front of Yan Weiming.

"The cops are gone?" Yan Weiming asked, raising his hand and rubbing his forehead.

Bai Qimeng was about to answer, when he saw the wound on Yan Weiming's hand.

Is it the glass on the ground just now?

Bai Qi dreamed, rummaged through her bag for a long time and finally found a band-aid, and before Yan Weiming could say anything, she sat next to Yan Weiming and grabbed Yan Weiming's hand.

"Don't move yet! If there is a wound, it must be treated quickly, otherwise it is easy to get infected. Yan Weiming was about to struggle, and she spoke.

She lowered her head, grabbed Yan Weiming's hand to prevent him from escaping, and with the other hand, skillfully unpacked the packaging of the opening sticker, and then carefully pasted it on the wound, confirming that it was not crooked, and then put Yan Weiming's hand back.

"Thank you." A few minutes later, Bai Qimeng whispered, and an inexplicable emotion suddenly surged in her chest.

"No, I just don't like to see this kind of scum in this circle." Yan Weiming said in a deep voice, and Yu Guang looked at Bai Qimeng who was sitting beside him.

Bai Qimeng sat on the sofa, remembering a scene not long ago in her mind, and her hands trembled unconsciously.

Seeing this, Yan Weiming, who was beside him, raised the hand with a band-aid and gently covered Bai Qimeng's hand.

"It's fine."

His voice was deep, like a nursery rhyme he heard as a child, and it was quickly reassuring.