Wei Qi's cell phone rang. He drunkenly took out his cell phone and took a look. It was Wei Ling calling. He said in annoyance, "Why are you calling me again so late at night? Aren't you annoying?"
At this moment, a slightly hoarse voice sounded from the front, which sounded quite nice: "Who is Wei Qi?"
Someone beside him elbowed him: "Master Wei, I'm looking for you."
"It's a girl."
Wei Qi listened to the pleasant voice, staggered up his head, and saw a wild figure. The hoodie and jeans, her casual outfit could not hide the bandit spirit around her. The girl did not look very old, at most eighteen or nineteen years old. Her face was very beautiful, with dark and deep eyes. She had her hands in her pockets, leaning there casually.
Wei Qi stared at her with his eyes wide open. He ignored the ringing of his cell phone and grinned obscenely. He whistled and said, "Beauty, what do you want from me?"
"Are you Wei Qi?"
Qiao Nian identified the target from the crowd, cast a cold gaze on his hand, took his hand out of his pocket, lowered his head and sneered, with the corners of his eyes raised. That smile was so stunning that everyone present was stunned.
She straightened her legs and walked over to me, speaking clearly, and uttered two words: "Beat you!"
Before everyone could come to their senses, Qiao Nian had already moved his wrist and walked up to the stunned man. With a scream, the spoiled young master Wei fell to the ground, covering his mouth with his hands. His front teeth were knocked out.
Qiao Nian did not let him go, and punched him again and again, beating him to death.
People were coming and going on the street, and soon some people gathered around to watch.
The lackeys around Wei Qi were all dumbfounded and shocked by the situation before them.
"Fuck, what's going on..."
"What are you waiting for? Pull them away quickly."
Wei Qi had been beaten so hard that he was breathing more air than breathing in, and he rolled his eyes as he was dying. However, the group of lackeys who usually followed him shouted loudly, but no one dared to step forward.
Someone among the crowd saw that something was wrong and called the nearest police station.
*
Shen family.
Wei Ling made seven or eight phone calls in a row but couldn't get through, so she couldn't help but become anxious.
"Why haven't you answered the phone yet? No matter how willful Wei Qi is, he wouldn't ignore so many calls." Wei Ling paced back and forth in the living room in a state of frustration.
Seeing that she was full of worries, Qiao Chen gently reminded her: "Aunt, do you have the phone number of Wei Shao's friend? Why don't you call his friend and ask?"
From the beginning, she always felt her heart beating non-stop. Wei Ling rarely felt so upset. When she heard Qiao Chen's words, she frowned and looked up at Qiao Chen.
That look showed that Qiao Chen was extremely nervous, clutching her hands tightly at her sides.
Fortunately, Wei Ling just glanced at her and didn't take her anger out on her. She pursed her lips and made another phone call.
It was probably not Wei Qi who was called this time. Qiao Chen saw that the call was connected after a while.
"Where are you? Is Wei Qi with you? Ask him to call me back." Wei Ling's tone was fast and urgent, mixed with anger.
Qiao Chen was just bored and thinking about whether to find an excuse to practice the piano, when he heard Wei Ling's voice suddenly become angry and raised: "What did you say? Wei Qi was beaten? Who did it?!"
Wei Qi was beaten? Qiao Chen raised his head, his eyes flashed, and a thought emerged in his mind, but he felt it was absurd and forced himself to suppress it.
She had met Qiao Nian at Tsinghua University at noon, so it couldn't be her.
(End of this chapter)