Wen Qiao smiled slightly: "You."
He Xihuai's eyes were gloomy, but the touch under his fingertips was incredibly smooth.
The next second, he was punched on his handsome face.
Four bodyguards rushed over immediately. Wen Qiao broke free from his big hand that was holding her chin and punched him in the chest again, "Who told you to touch me?"
Only Fu Nanli can touch her face.
He Xihuai was not a strong fighter. Although he and Su Ce had some kung fu skills, they were not masters. One focused on research, and the other focused on intrigue. They always had bodyguards when they went out. Who dared to touch him? Naturally, they would not practice diligently.
This was the second time he got beaten in all these years.
The bodyguards immediately surrounded him. He Xihuai rubbed the corner of his mouth. His old wounds had not yet healed, and new ones had been added. He was beaten twice in his life, and both were by the same person.
He Xihuai raised his hand, signaling the bodyguards to retreat. Winning by numbers? Just for such a delicate little girl? This was not his style.
So, Theresa watched her husband being beaten up by Wen Qiao, while the four bodyguards stood by, helpless.
He Xihuai, a plunderer who was feared by everyone in the business community of Country M, was inhumane, sinister and cold-hearted. Now, he was beaten by a beautiful girl and had no power to fight back.
He lay on the ground, Wen Qiao twisted his wrist and half-knelt beside him.
Such a powerful and awe-inspiring person was actually humiliated like this. Wen Qiao saw from He Xihuai's eyes that he wanted to tear her apart, and chuckled: "So Mr. He now realizes that Gu Xiao's matter has nothing to do with me and Fu Nanli? Just say that you know you are wrong, and I will let you go."
He Xihuai took advantage of the situation, suddenly turned over, clamped Wen Qiao's wrist with his backhand, pressed Wen Qiao down, and strangled her neck with a strong and powerful hand.
Sure enough, He Xihuai is very good at finding opportunities, including fighting.
He Xihuai looked down at the person lying on the ground. He had disheveled black hair, fair skin and red lips. For some reason, there was a very thin bloodstain on his forehead. His pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly raised as he looked at people. He Xihuai, who had never felt any sympathy for women, felt a strange emotion rising from the bottom of his heart.
This Wen Qiao was different from the women he had met before, very different.
At least no woman would dare to beat him so fearlessly, especially in the presence of four bodyguards.
"You still dare to quibble."
Wen Qiao did not struggle: "I am not quibbling, I am telling the truth."
"Believe it or not, if I use my strength, you will die in my hands."
Wen Qiao even looked a little lazy: "Then you can give it a try and see if my uncle will let you go, and see if Fu Nanli will chase you to the ends of the earth."
No, there was no fear in her eyes.
He was a little curious. She had no chance of winning here. He could crush her like an ant. Her uncle should have told her that he was not a good person. Why was she not afraid at all
As luck would have it, Su Ce entered the living room and saw his son A Qiao being pinned to the ground by He Xihuai, unable to move. He immediately became angry: "He Xihuai, what are you doing?"
He Xihuai released his grip on Wen Qiao, and Su Ce immediately stepped forward to help her up. He was risking his life to save Gu Xiao's life, but He Xihuai was bullying his own Qiao when he couldn't see.
"How dare you hurt her?"
Looking up, I saw obvious bruises at the corners of He Xihuai's mouth. He deserved to be beaten.
(End of this chapter)