Jiang Jianing's hair was pulled from the back of his head, pressed down hard, and his forehead was pressed against the coffee table.

The wine stains on the coffee table soaked her hair, and the smell of alcohol was pungent.

Jiang Jianing's eyes turned black, and the moment the pain in her scalp hit, her mind suddenly buzzed.

Some similar scenes always flashed in her mind the events of many years ago.

In the bitter winter, a thin girl was dragged into a dark alley, wearing only thin clothes, her frozen skin was bruised, there were strangulation marks on her neck and arms, and several people were laughing unscrupulously.

Her body was trampled into the dirty snow, fists and kicks were kicked in her stomach, and the muffled sound filled the air like the snow.

Outside the streets and alleys in the backyard of the mansion, there are people passing by in the distance, but they don't come to take a look.

The pain doesn't go away.

Pain is sensitive.

When he opened his eyes again, under the hazy light above Jiang Jianing's head, the black shadows around him overlapped, and the presumptuous ridicule was exactly the same as it was then.

The high concentration of alcohol irritated her oral mucosa, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be about to burst open. The wine poured into her mouth trickled down her jaw and wet her placket.

Jiang Jianing was still holding the empty glass in his hand.

A man grabbed her chin and put the bottle into her mouth, and she silently raised her glass behind the man, her suppressed black anger burning the corners of her eyes.

That's when it happened.

Bang bang.

Jiang Jianing stopped what he was doing.

The voice came from the doorway.

Everyone in the room felt as if they had pressed the pause button.

There was another loud bang.

Small vibrations of the door panel can be seen with the naked eye.

For a while, no one dared to go over and open the door, for fear of being affected.

On the next slam impact, the door panel was completely destroyed, collapsed with a bang, and fell to the floor.

The man stepped on the broken sawdust and walked in.

Jiang Jianing's eyes met him in the air, and he passed by her side without stopping.

And the two bodyguards who pressed him behind him didn't dare to move anymore.

Xue Rin'an walked to Zheng Jing's side, raised his legs, and hooked a chair with his ankles to sit down, "Sorry for breaking the door of Zheng Shao's box, it's on my account." ”

Zheng Jing came back to his senses from the shock at this time, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." ”

Xue Rin'an smiled coldly at the corner of his lips, his black pupils seemed to have a thin layer of ice quenched, he shook out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the coffee table, bit it between his lips, and lightly dialed the lighter to light the cigarette with his fingertips.

"Zheng Shao, don't you want to drink? Full. ”

Zheng Jing still can't quite figure out the situation.

Xue Rin'an, is this ready to take the initiative to make peace with him?

Zheng Jing called the waiter: "Come and pour wine." ”

The waiter had just taken a step forward when suddenly an ashtray flew over and smashed under his feet, shattering with a thud.

The waiter screamed in fright to stop.

Xue Rinan withdrew his hand and shook the ash in mid-air, "I'll call her." ”

His gaze swept around with a cold gaze and landed on Jiang Jianing's body.

Her face, hair, and clothes were all stained with wine, and there were red marks on her cheeks, and she was still holding the goblet in her hand, and her bones were white from the exertion.

Xue Rin'an said to her, "Jiang Jianing, you come." ”

His tone was a little lazy, as usual.

Jiang Jianing moved his stiff legs and walked towards him step by step.

The glass is full.

Jiang Jianing's eyes are black and white, like the sky and the earth divided by the horizon on that snowy night.

Her wrist held the wine glass steadily, and on Zheng Jing's head, the wine glass was upside down, and the magnificent rose-red wine poured down.

Zheng Jing was drenched all over his face, and his eyes were shocked and then burst into rage.

He got up in a rage, "You ......"

Without opening a word, he couldn't move.

Bump and bump.

There was a hint of gloom at the bottom of the man's pupils, the glass in his hand shattered on the edge of the coffee table, the broken glass slag cut through the back of his hand, leaving a bewitching color on his skin, and his slender fingers pinched the bottom support, against Zheng Jing's side neck, and pressed towards the aorta.

"Ahh In an instant, the screams in the box were chaotic.

The black press pressed a few people in.

Fu Nanxian then came in slowly, laughing carelessly, standing against the door frame, stepping on the wooden door and creaking, "Don't move, don't scream, it's not good if this hurts anyone and others." ”

Several female publicists who accompanied the wine shrank behind the sofa with their heads in their arms, and several bodyguards led by Zheng Jing were suppressed.

That's a two-minute process.

Zheng Jing looked at the glass shard stuck in his neck, the tip reflecting the light above his head, and now the blood all over his body was cold.

He had heard about Xue Rin'an's family history, and he had also heard of his iron-blooded wrists, but it was just passed on by word of mouth, and the more it was spread, the more evil it became, so he didn't believe it.

Can ...... now

There was a tingling pain in the neck.

Zheng Jing: "Xue Shao, what do you want to do, let's have something to say......

He looked at this man like a Yama who had come to ask for his life, and his voice was uncontrollable.

Xue Rin'an lightly picked his chin at Jiang Jianing, "It's not me that you should ask for now." ”

Jiang Jianing's face was as clear as snow, she tidied up her hair, hung her scattered sideburns behind her ears, moved a sofa chair with soft cushions from the wall, sat at the table, looked at Zheng Jing with frightened eyes, took the wine bottle on the table casually, and said in a gentle and light voice.

"Just have a drink."