"Who are you?" The woman was dissatisfied.
"Who are you?" Yang Qiong was taller than the woman, and the two were standing face to face at the moment, Yang Qiong was almost holding her nostrils at them.
Behind the woman, a woman in the same neutral dress looked up and said, "This is our little brother, haven't you heard of it?"
"Xiaodong... brother?" Yang Qiong frowned, with a twisted expression on his face.
The little brother looked pale. "Do you want to stand up for her? I advise you to go. I dare not say it elsewhere. In this dream bar, my little brother's words are easy to use."
I go! What a vulgar name. I didn't come in if I saw the name. Yang Qiong complained in her heart, and her face still had a 2580000-80000 expression.
"I'm going to take her away now, what can you do?"
"You go and try it!" said the little brother, not to be outdone.
How could someone like Yang Qiong, who is in the past and present, be frightened by a little girl, and dragged Shen Qiuhua to go out.
Seeing that the little brother was not intimidated, he shouted, "Hit her!" A group of women about her age rushed up.
Yang Qiong has a big head, so it is not a problem for these people to get down. Killing is easy too. But she can't really do it. They are all children in their twenties. She really has some scruples.
In the chaos, Yang Qiong wrapped Shen Qiuhua in his arms to protect him, and pinched Xiao Dongge's neck with the other.
"Stop!" Yang Qiong's voice was quite penetrating, and the bathroom was quiet again.
"What are you doing? Let go... Let go..." Xiao Dongge was not honest when he was strangled by his neck, and his hands and feet were scratching and kicking.
"I'll strangle you if you're not honest." Yang Qiong's voice was calm, not threatening at all. But because of that, what she said was more powerful, because everyone believed she was telling the truth.
"You dare!" Xiao Dongge was the only one who dared to provoke.
Yang Qiong didn't speak, but only increased the strength in her hands. Her hands were hard-worked for thousands of days and nights. Later, he got Ouyang Ting's advice, and his strength was far beyond anyone's imagination.
"Let go... let go... I'm going to die..." Little Dong brother struggled. Someone was going to come over to help, but Yang Qiong glared back.
"Get out of the way."
Everyone silently gave way. Yang Qiong glanced at Xiaodong, and the warning in his eyes was obvious. She finally let go. Take Shen Qiuhua to the door.
The little brother clutched his neck and kept coughing, and there was an obvious strangulation mark on her neck.
Shen Qiuhua followed behind Yang Qiong, and before he reached the door, he was suddenly pulled over by someone behind him. Before he could react, someone had already kissed him on the cheek.
There was silence all around. Everyone felt that today's excitement was too worth watching.
As soon as Shen Qiuhua was pulled away, Yang Qiong noticed it. When she turned around, she happened to see Brother Xiaodong kissing Shen Qiuhua. Yang Qiong didn't have a very angry expression, or there was no expression on her face at the moment. She came over in two steps and kicked the little brother to the ground with one foot. Putting his hands on Shen Qiuhua's shoulders, he looked carefully, "How are you?"
Shen Qiuhua's face was flushed, and he didn't know if it was because of alcohol, shyness, or anger. Hearing Yang Qiong's question, she shook her head. In a blink of an eye, Yang Qiong had disappeared from her and stood in front of Xiao Dongge.
The little brother just stood up in dismay. Pointing at Yang Qiong and shouting: "You dare to kick me? You're going to die!"
Yang Qiong didn't bother to tell her a word, she just slapped her and turned her around in a circle, but she was held back by Shen Qiuhua.
"Forget it, she's just a child." Shen Qiuhua clearly felt Yang Qiong's hands shaking. She knew that this was Yang Qiong's extreme anger.
"She bullied you!" How could Yang Qiong give up
"You hit her too. She has learned a lesson. Even if she doesn't behave well, her parents should worry about it. It has nothing to do with us." Shen Qiuhua's voice was calm and soft. Yang Qiong finally put down her hand, but still looked at Xiao Dong brother angrily.
Brother Xiaodong was slapped by Yang Qiong, and his nosebleeds came out. His momentum was obviously much weaker than before. "What's your name? Don't go if you can, I'll call someone now!"
Shen Qiuhua had a headache. "Have you had enough trouble? You are the one who makes trouble for nothing, and you are the one who is forcibly and unreasonably. Now it is your own fault for being beaten, and you can't blame others. I see that you are not young, but your mind is so immature. It can be seen that you are used to being arrogant. Since You have been taught a lesson, go back and heal your wounds, everything is one and there must be two, and if there is another time, I will not stop it again." Her words were also sincere, and after she finished speaking, she turned to Yang Qiong and said, "We Walk."
Yang Qiong didn't dare to let her go behind this time, she walked behind her, her eyes were as sharp as knives, and no one looked good.
After leaving the bar, neither of them spoke. Walking all the way to the secluded place, Yang Qiong suddenly pressed her against the wall and dropped a small kiss on her cheek.
Shen Qiuhua was suddenly startled, and then he understood Yang Qiong's intention, hugged her in a funny hug, and let her play tricks.
"I'm sorry, it was my negligence. I'm sorry." Yang Qiong's tone was full of lingering fears.
"You probably haven't met such a person before. It's the first time I met, and it's an eye-opener."
"Why stop me? I should just beat her into a pig's head!" Yang Qiong pouted.
Shen Qiuhua broke free from her embrace, took her hand and walked back.
"That person is making a fool of yourself, and you are making a fool of yourself? Remember what I told you in the past, you can't unsheath the Moonlight Sword given by the emperor in your previous life, let alone in today's society? If you don't know martial arts, go up and fight. I don't care how many times I get angry. But your shot will kill you."
Yang Qiong was even more depressed after hearing this. The more powerful you are, the less you dare to shoot. What about protection
"Can't I do anything?"
Shen Qiuhua squeezed her hand, "What else do you want to do? Even if you vent your anger, there must be a limit. You see Lu Shaojie is a good lesson. To be honest, the first thing that came to my mind after hearing his story. It's you. Your temper is equally impulsive, and you are sincere to me. But the more I do this, the more afraid I am, afraid that you will follow Lu Shaojie's footsteps."
After hearing this, Yang Qiong finally calmed down, thinking that it was her actions just now that scared her. "You have been wronged."
Shen Qiuhua shook his head. "I won't take it seriously. But you shouldn't hurt her so hard. You are a strong person, you must know how to be patient, and you shouldn't bully the weak."
"Am I still bullying the weak?" Yang Qiong pointed at her nose with a look of incomprehension.
"Okay, I'm wrong." Shen Qiuhua patted Yang Qiong's hand pointing at his nose, "Since ancient times, Confucianism violated the law with literature, and chivalry violated the ban with martial arts." Although you don't have the Moonlight Sword in your hand, you are still A weapon to kill. Qiong Yang, I don't want you to beat people, even if I'm being bullied."
Yang Qiong also understands the truth. But it was impossible for her to watch Shen Qiuhua being bullied. "You used to endure concessions in the palace, and it can be said that the situation forced you. Why are you making such concessions now?"
"Do you think I'm weak?" Shen Qiuhua turned to look at her.
"Uh..." Yang Qiong couldn't answer for a while. Is Shen Qiuhua considered a weak person? On the face of it, the answer is of course yes. However, which weak person has such a powerful aura, a calm mind and a eloquent tongue
"It makes me weak. I don't give in because I am weak, on the contrary, because those people are not enough to become my opponents. It's the same sentence I used to say, arguing with these people, and my identity has been lowered for nothing. Why bother? ?" The night wind blew Shen Qiuhua's hair, and those eyes sparkled in the night. Her words are ordinary and simple, but they reflect the pride in her bones.
Is such Shen Qiuhua really a weak person
"You... do you think I'm particularly immature?" Yang Qiong heard such words, and immediately realized the huge gap in their minds. Ugh... will you be disliked
Shen Qiuhua finally lowered his face and said generously: "Fortunately, the child is a little more mature than the one just now."
"Hey! Qiuhua, don't compare me to her!" Yang Qiong was dissatisfied.
"Could it be compared with me?" The disgusting little eyes seemed to say, are you embarrassed to compare with Ben Gong
The two chatted all the way back home. It wasn't long before he stayed in the bar, but he was also infected with tobacco and alcohol. So the first thing they do when they get home is to take a shower.
Under Shen Qiuhua's warning eyes, Yang Qiong honestly did nothing.
Lying on the bed, Yang Qiong stretched out her hand. Feeling that Shen Qiuhua's body was a little stiff, Yang Qiong had to explain, "Don't worry, I'm not doing anything today. I just want to hold you to sleep."
Shen Qiuhua's body relaxed again, and he took the initiative to get into Yang Qiong's arms. "Speak quietly to you."
Yang Qiong was tickled by the breath she breathed on her neck, and reached out and scratched, "What?"
"The way you fought today was very dashing."
Yang Qiong bowed her head in surprise, seeing the admiration on the face of the person in her arms, she was instantly elated. "It's not easy to get a word of praise from you. But my martial arts are not practiced in vain. Back then, I was so angry with Ouyang Ting... I suffered a lot."
"I don't know how Sister Zhou is doing now?" Thinking of his old friend, Shen Qiuhua was inevitably a little melancholy.
"The past, don't think too much." Yang Qiong said this very seriously, but in a blink of an eye, his face was domineering, "You can only think about me now, think about me."
"You're right by my side, what's there to think about?" Shen Qiuhua's hand squeezed Yang Qiong's chin, and the breaths of the two were mixed together. A breath called ambiguity is flowing.
Yang Qiong's breathing is unstable, and her hands have begun to be dishonest. Of course Shen Qiuhua noticed it, but did not refuse. Instead, he brought his body closer, which was simply a silent invitation, and Yang Qiong immediately became restless.