The man she likes is so good, how can it be that ordinary people can insult at will.

As Tang Sukai's last note fell, Zhuang Yiman reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Tang Sukai's alcohol consumption was average, and he was already a little drunk after drinking a few glasses in a row just now.

He impatiently glanced at Zhuang Yiman, who was wearing a cap and couldn't see his face clearly, and asked in an unkind tone, "What are you doing?" ”

Zhuang Yiman counted down unceremoniously: "Isn't Lu Siwan rejecting you because she doesn't like to go to the garbage heap to find a boyfriend?" What qualifications do you have to casually despise such an outstanding Xiao Jinxuan? Seriously, if you were good with him, you wouldn't have been able to catch up with Lu Siwan for so many years, right? ”

Tang Sukai was already furious, and Zhuang Yiman's sarcastic words undoubtedly hurt him, "Grass mud horse, where did you come from." ”

After swearing, he angrily reached out and pushed Zhuang Yiman's shoulder.

His strength was quite strong, and Zhuang Yiman was almost pushed off the high chair and fell backwards, but fortunately, she quickly held on to the bar.

Tang Sukai's rudeness burned the irritability in Zhuang Yiman's heart into anger.

She got out of her high chair, picked up the beer bottle on the table, and unceremoniously slammed it into the bar, causing the glass bottle to burst and splinter everywhere.

Tang Sukai was stunned for a moment, and also got off the high chair, his eyes widened angrily, and he scolded: "If I don't give you some color, you don't know how powerful Lao Tzu is." ”

Zhuang Yiman was still holding the bottleneck of the beer bottle in his right hand, and when Tang Sukai reached out to hit her, she made a gesture to wave the bottleneck to smash his hand, Tang Sukai immediately retracted his hand when he saw this, and the anger in his eyes only increased.

Zhuang Yiman took advantage of the moment when he retracted his hand and turned around to run, but Tang Sukai, who reacted, quickly reached out and grabbed her long hair.

The tingling sensation from her scalp made Zhuang Yiman gasp, and she didn't hesitate to turn around and smash it towards Tang Sukai's forehead with a wave of the bottleneck.

The bottleneck cut a long cut on his forehead, and red blood spilled from the wound.

And Zhong Zili over there was originally in the mentality of watching a play, but when Zhuang Yiman turned around, he suddenly saw her face clearly, recognized who she was, and exclaimed in his heart.

"Grass mud horse, stinky smash."

A roar suddenly sounded in his ears, and Zhong Zili subconsciously got off the high chair to persuade him, but ......... The police who arrived at the scene were one step ahead of him.

Most of the people who come to this bar to consume are famous and powerful, and the owner of the bar also knows that he can't persuade the powerful to make trouble, so he has already told the staff that if someone fights and makes trouble, call the police directly.

Zhuang Yiman's movement of smashing the wine bottle was too loud, and the staff of the bar immediately called the police, and the police soon arrived at the scene and took Zhuang Yiman and Tang Sukai away.

Zhong Zili didn't dare to be sloppy, so he hurriedly drove behind the police car, and sent a text message to his friend while driving, informing him of Zhuang Yiman's identity.

In fact, the police also know that they can't afford to mess with these powerful people, so most of them will not be handcuffed when they are arrested, and they will not record this kind of thing when they are brought back to the police station, but only persuade them to make peace and let them contact their families or friends to bail them out.

Although the wound on Tang Sukai's head was very long, it was fortunately not deep, and a policeman sat in the back seat to perform a simple hemostatic bandage for him, so he did not check the text message sent by Zhong Zili in time.

The alcohol touched the wound, like a fire, evoking a vicious pain, Tang Sukai grinned in pain, and cursed in his mouth: "You wait for labor and management, labor and management will let you pay back the slut's blood debt." ”