"An Yirou!" The young man grabbed An Yirou's arm and said to her in a questioning tone, "You said to go shopping with your friends tonight... Don't tell me it's this short and ugly old man!"
"Who the hell are you talking about!" The old man knows that he has a bad image, and the words "short", "fat" and "ugly" are usually the most taboo words, but now he is being ridiculed like this in such a public place , Naturally, he was furious.
Of course, all his grievances were directed at An Yirou, and he turned around and slapped her several times: "You shameless bastard, you actually used my wallet to make a fool of yourself!"
An Yirou's head was turned to one side by him, her long hair covered most of her face with the movement of her head, and a shocking trace of blood flowed from the corner of her pale lips.
The old man still felt that it was not enough to relieve his anger, so he kicked her hard again. An Yirou was kicked several meters away by him like a rag doll, and then fell to the ground slumped.
"I'll fight you!" The young man snatched a silver fork from a nearby table and stabbed at the old man...
The scene was chaotic, and several entertainment reporters picked up their cameras one after another, and quickly pressed the shutter on the wonderful scene in front of them.
Especially He Xiaojie, who worked very hard to shoot. She decided that she must write this report herself, and ruin An Yirou's reputation as a green tea bitch!
An Yirou's tears and blood mixed together, making her makeup smudged, and her whole face was like a colorful palette. She begged tearfully: "Don't take pictures, please stop taking pictures!"
All these years, her source of income has been relying on hooking up with political and business celebrities in this circle. If her reputation is ruined, how will she survive in the future
The click of the shutter came one after another, and she fell to the ground in a daze like a puppet who had lost consciousness. The surrounding guests were all pointing and whispering to her.
Luo Yichen put his arms around Su Rourou's waist, watched the scene in front of him calmly, with a sneer of revenge hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Su Rourou's eyes also fell on An Yirou's slightly twitching shoulders, but deep down in her heart she didn't feel any sympathy for her. At this moment, An Yirou looked very pitiful, but in her opinion - all of this was the retribution she deserved.
"I will make those who hurt us back then pay the price!" Luo Yichen put his arms around her waist, his gaze became sharp.
After an unknown amount of time, An Yirou got up from the ground in some embarrassment, and stumbled out of the banquet hall with her head down.
The originally somewhat chaotic scene returned to order after her disappearance. Everyone should eat, chat, and dance.
"Let's go, it's getting late... let's go back!" Luo Yichen gently took Su Rourou's hand, and led her out of the banquet hall.
"Going away like this...isn't it good?" Su Rourou looked back frequently while walking, "You are a big boss, take the lead and leave like this..."
Before she finished speaking, Luo Yichen interrupted: "It's okay, they are under pressure when I'm here, and they can't enjoy themselves. Besides, I can't enjoy myself..."
When he said the last two words, his eyes suddenly became ambiguous, which made Su Rourou's heart skip a beat twice.
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