In the pieces of paper that were falling from his head and face, Zhuang Yan lowered his hands and gasped, looking at Li He in the flying documents. Li He stood proudly behind the table www.biquge.info his hands in his trouser pockets, like a rebellious young man, coldly looked at Zhuang Yan, who was a little dangerously excited, and said lightly: "Dr. Zhuang, you are familiar with it, I will sue you for slander if you talk nonsense." I'm just doing my best to work for you, and everything today is predestined the moment you sign it. Life is like that, and you have to be responsible for every signature you sign – and it's the same today. ”

Zhuang Yan stared down at his palm, and suddenly hallucination struck, and he felt that there was a pool of blood in his brain. Suddenly, his fists suddenly clenched, and Zhuang Yan wanted to punch Li He's head. This incomparable inclination of violence stimulates him like a bloodthirsty pleasure, urges him like a prelude to orgasm, and calls to him like a beast instinct: "Right hook, hit over, smash the cerebral vessels under the temple!" Smash the skull and teach him a lesson! ”

Li He tilted his head to stare at Zhuang Yan and muttered charmingly: "My office surveillance just happened to be broken...... Do you want to hit me? There's no proof of it—seriously, you're a man enough you should punch me in the nose. ”

Zhuang Yan was silent, silent, gritted his steel teeth, desperately warned himself, held back his anger, and turned around and walked out.

If he really beat Li He, I don't know how many crooked names there will be behind him.

Li He shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "Section Chief Zhuang is really good at forbearance. It is worthy of being a cuckold and being recruited by Song Dan......"

In the flash of light, Zhuang Yan was like a roaring orangutan, twisted his head and kicked the pieces of paper all over the ground into the air, and in an instant, he and Li He became a single knife, his right fist crossed the table, and he punched Li He's temple.

Li He had a smile on his face, in fact, he had been on guard for a long time, lightning bent down, shrank his head to dodge the right hook, and mocked contemptuously in his mouth: "You really fight?" Okay, wouldn't it be nice for me to pay ......"

Before he finished speaking, his vision dimmed, and the light from the ceiling was obscured by a huge figure; A dim shadow was cast on the brightly lit desk, and a hard knee occupied Li He's field of vision.

When the punch was in the air, Zhuang Yan was like a murderous cheetah, propping up the table and stepping on the stool, jumping on the table smoothly, and a condescending shadow shrouded Li He's head. Then Zhuang Yan was like a piranha who was only carried away by the smell of blood, without thinking, and with the most convenient and tough move, he slammed his knee into Li He's close door - Li He's white face was still smiling, and his eyes were bent under the golden glasses, and he didn't react at all.

Li He thought that Zhuang Yan would be almost right with a punch. He just wanted to test whether the level of stimulation to Zhuang Yan had reached the pathological threshold.

But Li He didn't expect that Zhuang Yan restrained himself for a long time. Now Dr. Zhuang has firmly answered Li He with his actions: the stimulus has exceeded the threshold. It's been enough for a long time. Lao Tzu has endured it for a long time.

Then the sharp angle of the knee made of the smooth trousers slammed into Li He's high-pitched nose, like a battering ram embedded in the wooden loose city gate. Li He smiled and frowned in pain; The nose is like a strawberry under a hammer, blowing up a puddle of fruit pulp; Li He's smile turned into a painful hideousness in an instant, his nose was embedded under his knees, and his mouth was wide open to make a donkey's cry; The gold-wire glasses were bent and flew up, and the lenses flew into the air; After a fraction of a second, the whole face was pressed against the knees, and the nose, mouth, eyes, and face were covered by trousers.

Zhuang Yan's knee was like a lead ball hammered into the toffee, as if it had sunk into Li He's face.

This knee hit, which is forbidden to be used in sanda matches, was firmly greeted on Li He's smug face. Li He expected Zhuang Yan to lose control, but he didn't expect him to really lose control. So Li He actually used his face to catch the frontal blow of the hardest part of the human body, and Li He himself heard the sound of a fracture of the nasal bone sinking into the mouth.

Then Li He took all the orders, nosebleeds and saliva flew together, and he was knocked into the sky and raised his head. The crooked eyes swirled and flew into the air; He was caught off guard by the pain, frowned and closed his eyes, and screamed with the greatest strength in his life, causing his mouth to break; Nosebleeds scramble to spray and squirt, scattering a little blood beads in the air, each making a flat throwing movement, and then "crackling" on the paper, broken into speckled red plums.

And when Li He stumbled and fell, his red nose lay on his lips, his face was like a fried tomato, red and soft, and it was as tragic as a mess of the scene of a car accident; The collapsed nose and torn cleft lip presented a great challenge for plastic surgeons. The nosebleed squirted out like a shaken cola foam, and the chaotic red tributaries flowed down the jaw, dripping down, and in an instant stained the white collar of the shirt.

Li He's chair fell in response, he stretched out his hands and waved them in vain, his mouth wide open and hoarse; At the frightened moment of weightlessness and falling, Li He's afterglow saw Zhuang Yan like a seasoned gladiator, actually kicking the table and chasing after him, angrily trying to give Li He a few more punches.

Zhuang Yan seems to forget that he will kill people as soon as he makes a move, he is like a cold-blooded gladiator, he will continue to attack when his opponent is spinning, leaving no chance for people to ask for mercy. The moment Li He fell down in the chair, he felt that time had stood still, allowing him to see clearly the fierceness of Zhuang Yan's angry eyebrows, and the iron fist that ignored the attack.

At this moment, Li He really regretted it. This shouldn't be the job.

I was really killed, and I didn't have any money to spend.

"Grandpa!" When the chair fell to the ground, Li He shouted in a frenzy.

Then Li He's chair back fell heavily to the ground, and Li He slid down the back of the chair on all fours. Then Zhuang Yan had already jumped off the table, landed on Li He's body, sat on Li He's chest with a butt, slapped Li He in the face and held it down, punch after punch, smashing Li He's head to the left: "You know a fart? You know! ”

Li He was smashed twice, and immediately began to be confused, he had already regretted it, he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to beg for mercy, and he shouted "grandpa" twice hoarsely at the beginning, but Zhuang Yan was completely deaf, like a sick violent maniac who only knew how to smash with heavy punches, and couldn't wait to learn Lu Zhishen's three punches to kill Zhen Guanxi, his fists were chiseled on the skull, and his fists were open and he forgot to stop.

Zhuang Yan only felt that his internal organs were burning and painful, and only the indiscriminate bombardment could calm this anxiety and depression; Only a fist-to-flesh beating can correct the reality of one's mistakes. At first, the anger was vented, and it was like a jerking off and couldn't stop.

Li He's hand was still trying to survive at first, holding Zhuang Yan's elbow firmly with one hand, and trying to push Zhuang Yan's neck with the other. But after being beaten a few times by Zhuang Yan's face, Li He's hand lost his strength, half pushed and half hooked Zhuang Yan's collar, and his other hand fell to the ground softer, twitching twice from time to time.

Wei Xu's purpose was achieved.

"Zhuang Yan!" A pleasant cry came from afar, Richelieu trotted a few steps, looked around and passed by the door, saw the back of Zhuang Yan's head looming under the table, and shouted in surprise: "You are here!" Just as he was breathing a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard a muffled chisel knock, and Richelieu hurried in to take a look, and screamed, "Don't fight!" Laboriously bypassed, pounced on Zhuang Yan's back, clasped his shoulder blades, easily dragged the lost Zhuang Yan away from Li He, and gently patted Zhuang Yan's face with his cold little hand: "You still don't admit it!" Said you have a problem! (To be continued.) )