When the man's fingers touched her cheek, tears welled up in her eyes as soon as she blinked.
Straight men are usually afraid of women crying, especially their own women. Mo Shiqian looked down at her eyelashes wet with tears, his eyebrows furrowed even more silently, and he hugged her with his other hand. He wrapped his arms around her waist and let her lean into his arms.
Her shoulders were shaking slightly, but she cried silently, completely burying her head in the man's chest.
Mo Shiqian patted her head gently with his palm, then raised his dark eyes and looked at Mr. Fang with a half-smile, "Did you say that she slept with you?"
There was blood on Mr. Fang's forehead, and he also wiped his hands. He looked embarrassed and terrifying. He wanted to continue shouting, but when he met the man's eyes, he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.
But it only took a few seconds for him to hold his neck and force himself to say, "So what? Why, you are also Chi Huan's mistress?"
The ink in Mo Shiqian's eyes seemed to be still and thick, his handsome face was clear and indifferent, and his deep voice was gentle and indifferent, "I will give you a chance to kneel down and apologize to her, otherwise, if you can't speak , then the tongue should be useless if it’s long.”
Not only Mr. Fang, but also everyone else present looked at the man holding Chi Huan in disbelief.
The words were obviously full of violence, but the more lightly they were used, the more bloody they seemed.
"You... who are you?"
The man was not angry at all, his expression remained indifferent, and he repeated calmly, "Kneel down, or not kneel down?"
Even Chi Huan was stunned by the word "kneeling".
She suddenly felt a surge from him, and the darkness buried deep in her bones overflowed violently.
It's one thing to apologize, but it's another thing to kneel down and apologize.
She raised her head from the man's arms and whispered, "Mo Shiqian..."
He only stroked her hair, lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair, and whispered in a gentle tone, "Be good, wait until I finish teaching them."
"I want to go home, I don't want to be here anymore."
No one here really wanted to know if she had anything to do with that trash. They just wanted to watch the fun. In that case, what did they think of her and think about her? What did it have to do with her
Mo Shiqian was quiet for a moment, "Okay, I'll hurry up."
In fact, his voice is not very gentle, but compared to the way he talks to other people, the gentleness is starkly contrasted.
Finally, he raised his hand to signal to someone, and soon a hotel security guard in a black suit trotted over.
The man then raised his head again and said calmly, "Throw him out. Since Mr. Fang doesn't want to talk, there's no need to talk anymore."
Mr. Fang was a little scared. He didn't even know who the man who suddenly appeared in front of him was, but he still panicked when he faced him, "Who the hell are you? Do you know who I am?"
Mo Shiqian curled his lips, the curve was cold and thin, "I don't know, but the woman you bullied me should know who I am."
"You don't know who I am, how dare you touch me?"
What responded to him was the man's indifferent smile, "You are not qualified to let me know who you are, and there is nothing I can't touch."
Mr. Fang was forcibly dragged out by two security guards.
The two rich young men next to him wanted to step forward to stop them, but Mo Shiqian blocked them with a look, "I don't like to see women cry. If you want him to accompany him, I will call a few more people."
Who is this man and why did he tamper with the security guards in the hotel
Today's dinner was hosted by the mayor's son on two floors, and it was also the most luxurious hotel in Lan City.
Mr. Fang's roar gradually disappeared with distance.
Humanity is cold, not to mention that this is an occasion where people gather together for profit.
Ninety percent of the people present did not know Mo Shiqian's identity or his details, but no one dared to stand up rashly.
Mo Shiqian raised his eyes again, swept the others with his dark eyes, and spoke lightly again, "Who among you wanted to see her take off her clothes just now?"
Anyone caught by his eyes couldn't help but want to step back.
This man has a kind of darkness and arrogance that makes people tremble in their bones. It is silent but permeates and exaggerates everywhere.
His gaze paused and fell straight on the woman who started to mock Chi Huan, "Since you started it, let's start with you. There is no need to kneel down. Come over and bow to her ninety degrees and say sorry. She said it doesn't matter. You can leave now.”
The woman was a little trembling with fear, but she was also a person with some family background. "This... this," she mustered up the courage to argue, "What does this have to do with us? We also heard what Mr. Fang said, who knows whether it is true or not. We didn’t say anything, we just gave her some clarifying advice... We didn’t force her to take off her clothes... "
"That's right, we are just suggesting who forced her."
This kind of oppression by public opinion is more coercive than direct persecution.
Mo Shiqian looked down at the woman in his arms, then raised his wrist to check the time, then raised his eyes and said, "Either I bow and apologize, or I take off her clothes and show you—"
After a pause for a few seconds, the following sentence broke up the different expressions on everyone's faces, "Whoever wants to see it can do it, but if there are no birthmarks, I will dig out those eyes."
"You... how dare you, there are so many of us, how dare you dig out our eyes? Where are the bandits and gangsters who escaped from here? This is the era of rule of law, how dare you try this."
The man's thin lips curled up in a slight arc, and he chuckled, "Why would I do it myself when it comes to gouging out people's eyes? Of course, it's up to you to gouge out the eyes... I'm only good at letting you do it yourself."
Bai Song finally couldn't bear it anymore.
She knew only too well that others didn't understand him.
These days, it is illegal to kill people, but he is good at forcing you to death in a hundred ways, not to mention that he studied law at Stanford - Fengxing said a long time ago that the law is a good weapon, or use it to achieve justice. Or, use it for better crimes.
"Miss Chi..."
She aimed directly at Chi Huan. Mo Shiqian lost his temper. No one could see the anger, but no one could stop it. Although it happened many years ago, he was always from a gangster background and had a bloody and cruel character in his bones. On the one hand, if he said he was going to gouge out someone's eyes, he would really do it. "What happened just now... was that we were wrong and misunderstood you. Can you..."
She thought about it for a while before saying, "Tell Shi Qian not to make too much trouble?"