Wang Meijia sighed: "You are much more mature than Zhu Youming."
Lin He smiled and said, "Why else would you choose him?"
Wang Meijia nodded slightly, a happy smile appeared on her face, and she sighed softly: "Thank you for understanding me."
Lin He rubbed Wang Meijia's soft back of the hand, feeling a sense of success. Wang Meijia was a beauty in the business school, and Lin He had coveted her for a long time, but unfortunately Zhu Youming got the upper hand. After graduation, he contacted Wang Meijia by chance and took various offensive measures against her. Because Zhu Youming's family opposed their relationship, Lin He took advantage of this flaw and won Wang Meijia over in one fell swoop.
Lin He felt the phone in his pocket vibrate, and smiled and whispered to Wang Meijia, "I'm going to the bathroom and will be back soon."
Wang Meijia gently watched Lin He leave. She originally thought that Zhu Youming’s provocation would make Lin He angry, but unexpectedly, Lin He comforted her instead. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Lin He answered the phone at the stairs. A coquettish voice came from the other end, with a slightly reproachful tone, "Honey, where are you?"
Lin He took out a cigarette, lit it, and blew smoke rings gracefully, explaining: "I'm attending a classmate's wedding. I'll come to see you later."
A gentle voice said calmly, "Whose wedding is it? Why didn't you take me with you? Is the bridesmaid pretty?"
Lin He comforted her, "I'm a very low-key person. I'm afraid that bringing you here would overshadow the bride. And the bridesmaids aren't as pretty as you. They're not even as pretty as one of your toes."
The gentle voice lowered, as if very shy, and sighed: "Your mouth is becoming more and more indecent. Then have fun, I won't bother you anymore."
After hanging up the phone, Lin He turned around and was suddenly stunned to find Zhu Youming standing behind him with a gloomy face. He subconsciously took a step back, quickly calmed down, raised his eyebrows and said: "Zhu Youming, when did you become so shameless, hiding behind and eavesdropping on other people's privacy?"
Zhu Youming said in a deep voice: "Lin He, let me ask you, are you just playing around with Wang Meijia?"
Lin He shrugged and said proudly: "Just like you said, you are tired of playing anyway, why bother about it?"
"Scum!" Zhu Youming cursed in a deep voice.
Lin He's face darkened, and he whispered, "I tolerated you just now for Zhao Yong's sake. Don't push your luck. If you offend me again, don't blame me for disregarding our friendship."
Zhu Youming laughed twice, "Oh? Since you still care about the friendship between classmates, let me tear off this hypocritical relationship."
After saying this, Zhu Youming kicked out at Lin He's upper body. Lin He smiled contemptuously, stepped forward, hugged Zhu Youming's thigh, and with a flick of his hand, Zhu Youming lost his balance and flew out. Zhu Youming originally thought that he could take the initiative to attack, but he didn't know that Lin He was a martial artist, and he suffered a great loss as soon as he started.
Zhu Youming subconsciously tried to get up, but his face hit the ground when he landed, causing his head to be concussed and his hands and feet were completely out of control.
After finally standing up crookedly, Lin He walked over and kneed Zhu Youming in the abdomen. Zhu Youming covered his stomach in pain and fell to the ground again.
Lin He stepped on Zhu Youming's face with his shoe sole and sneered, "Is this all you can do? No wonder you can't keep Wang Meijia. But you still have a chance. When I get tired of her one day, you might be able to collect her back like picking up rags. Haha!"
There were footsteps coming from the stairs. Lin He took a step back and turned into a humble and polite gentleman. To Zhu Youming, he never took him seriously because he was a loser, both in love and in fighting.
The wedding had already begun, and the bride and groom began to go through the ceremony. Fang Zhicheng saw that Zhu Youming had not yet taken his seat, and he could not help but frown. Because he was worried about Zhu Youming, Fang Zhicheng left his seat and went to look for him. When he arrived at the toilet door, Fang Zhicheng heard a low sobbing sound in the men's toilet. He found the squatting position, knocked on the door, and whispered, "Second brother, are you okay?"
Zhu Youming suppressed his voice and said in a low voice: "It's okay!"
"Then open the door." Fang Zhicheng felt something was wrong and knocked on the door again.
"I'll smoke a cigarette and be out soon." Zhu Youming took out a cigarette with trembling hands and put it in his lips.
"Are you a man? You hid in the toilet and cried for a woman." Fang Zhicheng provoked him, "Come out if you dare, and come with me to settle the score with that guy!"
Zhu Youming pounded the baffle in pain, making a "bang bang bang" sound, and said hoarsely: "Can you let me be quiet for a while? Do you think I didn't settle accounts with him? I fought with him, and I ended up getting beaten into a pig's head!"
"You come out first!" Fang Zhicheng sighed, "It's okay if your enemies look down on you, but don't let your brothers look down on you!"
After a while, the door was opened and there were scratches on Zhu Youming's face and blood at the corners of his mouth.
Fang Zhicheng's eyes turned red. He looked up to the sky and sighed, swore a few dirty words, and turned to go to the banquet. Zhu Youming felt that Fang Zhicheng's attitude was not right, so he staggered after him. Fang Zhicheng was very fast and arrived at the wedding scene in the blink of an eye.
The spotlight was shining on the center of the stage. The bride and groom were exchanging rings, and it was dark all around.
“Bang, bang…” The sound of salutes rang out, and there was a burst of admiration and cheers all around.
“Crack!”
A crisp voice sounded, and Lin He, who was staring at the center of the stage, felt a coolness on his forehead. He subconsciously touched the top of his head and felt a chill. His hands were sticky and the surroundings were blurry. He couldn't see clearly. He twisted it with his fingers and suddenly widened his eyes. Why is it blood
He felt something was wrong and realized that he had been ambushed. He turned around and saw Fang Zhicheng holding a wine bottle in his hand, staring at him calmly. Then the pain spread and quickly spread throughout his body. He found himself losing consciousness, his body was numb, and he could not control his center of gravity. He could only fall backwards, and he slowly slid off the chair.
"Ah!" A scream interrupted the festive wedding. Wang Meijia stared at Fang Zhicheng in amazement, at a loss!
Fang Zhicheng threw away the bottle of wine in his hand, calmly took out his mobile phone, called Zhao Qingya, and said with a wry smile: "Sister, I'm in trouble again!"
Chapter 0058 I Know Your Secret
The wedding turned into a farce. The MC reacted quickly and temporarily stopped the ceremony. After all the people involved, including Fang Zhicheng, Zhu Youming, Lin He, and Wang Meijia, were escorted away from the scene, he announced that the wedding would be restarted.
Lin He's head was split open, the injury was not serious, but blood was dripping, it was very scary, the ambulance rushed to the scene, Lin He was carried to the ambulance on a stretcher, and then two policemen rushed to the scene and took Fang Zhicheng and Zhu Youming to the police car. Half an hour later, Zhao Qingya, wearing a black dress, came to the police station, accompanied by a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Zhao Qingya asked expressionlessly, sitting opposite Fang Zhicheng.
Fang Zhicheng shrugged and said, "I had an argument with him, and then I got so angry that I beat him up."
Zhao Qingya smiled bitterly and said, "Then why did the quarrel happen?"
Fang Zhicheng said calmly: "Because I don't like him, and he doesn't like me either."