"Ah, he, he is... Fu Shao in black and white." Suddenly, an exclamation erupted from the crowd. In such a quiet environment, almost everyone heard such words.
Suddenly, there was an uproar in the crowd, and they whispered.
"Ah, it's him, then why is he here today?"
"I heard that Fu Shao and Shan Shao recently had a disagreement. It is said that it was because of a woman."
"Ah, no, maybe this woman is..." Before that person's words were finished, the crowd looked at Qian Xiaoxing in surprise. The young man also sat limp on the ground, his eyes full of regret and fear.
"Boss, Boss..." At this moment, two people were sitting in a VIP room with good sound insulation on the second floor of Zui Qingfeng. They didn't know what they were talking about, and the door was suddenly pushed open. The expressions were ugly.
"What's the matter?" The single eyebrow was full of displeasure, and he asked with a calm face the waiter who pushed the door directly, and looked panicked.
The waiter put his hands on his knees, his face turned pale because of the extreme speed. He rested for a while, still gasping and saying: "Yes, someone is making trouble, and he also brought firearms."
"What?" Shan stood up immediately, his eyes filled with gloomy eyes: "Dare to come to my place to make trouble, and bring firearms. I really know how to live or die. Today I want to let him know who should be offended and who shouldn't be offended. .Go out and meet."
With that said, one person sat on the sofa regardless of the other one, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, and he hurried out of the VIP box.
Ning Shayne got up, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and smirked to himself: "It seems that Shan is about to hit an iron nail this time."
Fu Yi walked to Qian Xiaoxing's side, brows lightly, and anger in his eyes forbearing.
"Don't you want to get up?" Fu Yi squatted down, stretched out a hand, and placed it in front of Qian Xiaoxing, his tone was cold and soft.
Qian Xiaoxing's body trembled, and the familiar voice was clearly cold, but tender. Qian Xiaoxing couldn't help but raise his head, looking at Fu Yi's handsome face with desperate eyes, and hope flashed for a moment.
Both hands tangled at his side for a while, then stretched out one hand and placed it in Fu Yi's hand.
Looking at the eyes full of desperate tears, Fu Yi's heart couldn't help but grasped, tightly holding the pair of white and slender hands, as if comforting.
Qian Xiaoxing's eyelashes trembled slightly, the tears in his eye sockets could no longer be covered, and he violently threw himself into Fu Yi's arms, and began to cry bitterly.
She was really scared, she thought she would die like that, but she was very reluctant to leave like that.
Fu Yi's hands were stiff in the air, and he looked at the crying girl in his arms with complicated eyes, sighed lightly, and hugged Qian Xiaoxing tightly in his arms with both hands.
Maybe it was really scared, Fu Yi felt the person in his arms trembling constantly, choking very badly, and couldn't help but look at the culprit.
The young man felt the dark eyes, ignored his bloody wrists, stepped back several steps, and explained in horror: "Yes, I'm sorry, I, I don't know her, she is your woman."
"Xiaoxing, don't be afraid, I am here." Fu Yi retracted his gaze, lowered his head slightly, looked at the girl in his arms, patted Qian Xiaoxing's back, and softly comforted.
Qian Xiaoxing's body stiffened, her pupils shrunk, and he remembered the words of the older brother who was not much older than her, but who had grown-up calmness: "Xiaoxing, don't be afraid, there is a big brother."
The stopped tears flowed out uncontrollably again, causing Qian Xiaoxing to grasp Fu Yi's clothes tightly with both hands, and her body couldn't help shaking. Raising those tearful eyes, looked at Fu Yi beggingly.
"Don't be afraid, I won't leave you behind." Fu Yi looked at his clothes tightly, fearing that he would throw them away, and a trace of distress crossed his eyes.
Qian Xiaoxing smoked his nose and nodded.
Fu Yi looked around, bent over and directly hugged Qian Xiaoxing, winked at the person behind him, and disappeared into Zui Qingfeng holding Xiaoxing.
"Xiaoxing..." At this time, he finally squeezed out of the crowd. The sweaty Duanmu Lu looked at the empty place. There was no Xiaoxing figure at all. Regardless of the guns in his hands, he immediately grabbed a person's clothes. Ling, angrily roared: "Where is the young girl who was bullied just now?"
The young man who shot the gun before saw that the collar was lifted by a woman, and his face immediately turned black. How can he say that he is also the right guardian next to Fu Yi, Gong Yejun, whoever sees him is not always polite, this woman Actually dared to mention his collar.
"Let go." The gun in Gong Yejun's hand rotated in the air, and immediately reached Duanmu Lu's temple, his voice was cold and murderous.
"Jun, don't scare this beauty anymore." At this moment, Ning Xiaoyan suddenly came behind Gong Yejun, stopped his attempt to shoot, and looked at the scared stupid. Duan Mulu, who opened Gong Yejun's collar, blinked and said frivolously: "Beauty, you don't let go, if the gun goes off, I can't save you."
Duanmulu immediately let go of his hands. Looking at Ning Xiaoyan, with Venus in his eyes, the nympho's problem was instantly exposed, and he forgot his purpose, and exclaimed: "Wow, it's the prince Huaxin."
Ning Shayin's face turned black, the prince Huaxin? He is really bothersome, but he won't be short of such a nickname, right? But forget it, now is not the time to think about this
Ning Xiaoyin coughed lightly, and jokingly said: "Beauty, if you don't go to your friends, it might be dangerous." Although this is a bit of an exaggeration, how could the person taken by Fu Yi live to tomorrow
"Ah, yes, Xiaoxing." The nympho in Duanmulu's eyes immediately disappeared, stood still and turned around, looking at the young man who was bleeding from his wrist and squeezed into the crowd constantly, trying to take the opportunity to escape. , Immediately stepped forward and kicked the young man's ass, ignoring that she was wearing a miniskirt at the moment.
Ning Shayne's eyes widened, and he couldn't help shaking, and gave Duanmu Lu a thumbs up in his heart: sturdy. It seems better not to mess with this woman in the future.
The young man was kicked so unpredictably by Duanmulu, he turned into a dog eating shit and rushed forward, and everyone around him let go.
With a "bang", the young man's body fell to the ground, and the wound on his wrist hit the ground. The young man let out a scream and his face became paler.
"Say, what's wrong with Xiaoxing." Duanmulu quickly stepped forward and stepped on the young man's back with a carefree expression, his expression full of anger.
"I, I don't know." The young man gritted his teeth, the pain in his wrist almost made him want to faint, but it was so painful that he couldn't faint.
"I don't know? I think you are pretending to be stupid." Duan Mulu kicked the young man, as if he still couldn't help but kicked it several times before stopping out of breath.
With his eyes curled slightly, he realized that the young man didn't seem to be moving. Duan Mulu immediately backed up a few steps, with a guilty expression on his face: "You won't die?"
"No, I just fainted." Gong Yejun squatted down, peeked at the young man's neck, raised his head, glanced at Duanmu Lu who was hiding far away with cold eyes, and said with contempt. I just kicked people so vigorously, now I know my guilty conscience.
"Huh, that's the case. It scared me." After hearing Gong Yejun's explanation, Duan Mulu gave a clear breath, patted his chest, and snorted dissatisfiedly: "It's really useless. I just kicked a few feet. fainted."
The corners of Ning's mouth twitched violently, and he covered it with a chuckle: If it wasn't for that person's injury, you thought that you would have hurt him with your skills as a three-legged cat. His fainting was only caused by excessive blood loss.
Gong Yejun got up, lost an idiotic look to Duan Mu Lu, beckoned to the brother not far away, beckoning them to take this person with him.
But at this moment, I went to gather my brothers, also armed with guns, and came in a hurry. Looking at the Drunk Breeze Hall, there were people standing in the hall, and shouting: "Who is the one who finds the fault, stand up for me."
"Shao Shan, don't come here unharmed. I am the right guardian of Fulong Temple, Gong..."
"I know you, so I don't need to introduce myself." When I saw Gong Yejun, I knew who it was. His face turned black. That stinky boy actually came true.
Fulong Temple, founded by Fu Yi three years ago, reached its peak in just three years. No one knows the real reason why Fu Yi created the underworld.
"Oh, that's the case. Then I won't be too nonsense." Gong Yejun winked at the person behind him, took a long-prepared document, and passed it over.
"Huh." He took the file one by one, and when he saw it, his face sank immediately, his eyes were gloomy: "Impossible."
"Oh, if that's the case, then I can't help it." Gong Yejun also grumbled in his heart. He didn't know what Fu Shao thought in his heart. He actually wanted Zui Qingfeng to change his hands, if only because Shan Shao accidentally provoked him. Fu Shao, and Fu Shao wants to retaliate with this, it really doesn't make sense.
After all, he had seen Fu Shao and Shan Shao clash before, and it was not the same in the end.
"Wait for people, leave quickly." Gong Yejun, who couldn't figure it out, said coldly to those onlookers, according to Fu Shao's request, "If you don't leave, the guns will go off by then, don't blame us for the bullets. Not long eyes."
"Hey, Jun, what did Young Master Fu ask you to do?" Ning Xiaoyan looked at her dark single face, a trace of interest flashed in her eyes, attached to Gong Yejun's ear, and asked softly.
"Recover... What are you doing?" Gong Yejun just started to speak, but he found someone overhearing on the other side, his eyes turned cold for a moment, watching Duan Mu Lu's eyes flashed with irritability.
"Cut, I'm curious, it's not a shameful thing, why do you hide and tuck." It was discovered that Duanmu Lu was not embarrassed, but instead akimbo his hips, curling his lips slightly, and muttering dissatisfaction.