In an instant, it seemed that everyone's faces were written with the words "Little Yellow Mao, you are dead".

Everyone knows that this Sheng Zhimo, who has the title of "Prince of Cold Noodles", is not easy to mess with, and no one dares to approach.

They still remember that not long ago, a girl relied on her family background to spread rumors about her relationship with Sheng Zhimo, and also photoshopped a bed photo with Sheng Zhimo, but in just one * night, her family declared bankruptcy, and the girl quietly dropped out of school.

There is also a son-in-law who is not afraid of death and wants to defy the law, and he asked Sheng Zhimo to fight alone, and finally ended up being hospitalized for a year, and all his companies were acquired.

Even the countless courtesies and confessions of the mayor's daughter were rejected by Sheng Zhimo with the word "roll".

Since then, although many girls like him, they dare not come close.

It was as if if if he would be frostbitten by the cold air on his body as soon as he approached.

The yellow-haired young man walked up along the pair of shoes that fell in front of him, only to see a cloudy face, the pair of gloomy eyes fell tightly on his body, he snorted coldly disdainfully, and when he got up from the ground, he glanced at Xia Shuyin, who was standing not far behind Sheng Zhimo.

He rubbed his aching elbows, raised his face proudly, and was full of ruffianism: "Before I get angry, uncle, get out of the way!" ”

Sheng Zhimo sneered, withdrew his gaze disdainfully, and landed disappetically on the skull ring on his left index finger.

Under his rich sword eyebrows are a pair of deep phoenix eyes as black as ink, and under the bridge of his tall nose is a thin and tight thin lips, and the knife-like outline is like a ghostly workmanship, I don't know if he saved the galaxy or the universe in his previous life, and he can actually make him so handsome.

He had a gloomy face, and he didn't even look at the yellow-haired boy standing in front of him.

I saw his thin lips open lightly, and lazily squeezed out a word from his mouth: "Get out!" ”

"I'm Cao! Can't you understand people? Dare me ...... Ahhh......h

The fist that the angry yellow-haired boy had just swung out had not yet landed on Sheng Zhimo's face, and he was clamped by Sheng Zhimo, making him scream in pain.

He wanted to withdraw his hand, but unexpectedly, Sheng Zhimo immediately kicked him on his lower abdomen, and his whole body flew out and lay at Xia Shuyin's feet.

"Get out of the way!" Sheng Zhimo stomped his feet, shook the dust off his feet, and turned to walk to his car.

The yellow-haired boy curled up in pain, rolling back and forth in place.

He was very unwilling to see Sheng Zhimo turn away, and shouted, signaling his brother to help him beat him back, but those little gangsters saw that the atmosphere around them was not right, and they ran over one after another, helped the yellow-haired young man up, and whispered: "Big brother, this person seems to have a little money, and he is a master who is not easy to mess with, let's forget it!" ”

The yellow-haired young man has always been the master of bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, although he can't swallow this breath, but judging from the strength of the kick he just received, even if a few of them go together, they may not be able to beat Sheng Zhimo too much.

He thought about it for a moment and didn't say anything more.

Sheng Zhimo opened the car door, and just as he was about to get into the car, his eyes couldn't help but meet Xia Shuyin's dark eyes.

Just two seconds later, he withdrew his gaze and got into the car.

Then, with a "buzz", the Bugatti Veyron flew away.