With this kick, Zhuo Zizheng felt a sharp pain in his nose, and the tip of his nose was so hot that there seemed to be a nosebleed.
When I touched it, it was all covered in blood.
Zhuo Zizheng was frightened.
"How dare you hit me!!"
"Why don't I dare to hit you? Are you afraid that I can't afford to compensate you?" Mantou had a smile on her face, as if the kick just now was not her.
Before Zhuo Zizheng could refute, Mantou's other kick came up, and it was still the same part, kicking Zhuo Zizheng to the ground.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, please let me go."
The pain in his nose was unbearable, and Zhuo Zizheng was so angry that he could only beg for mercy.
"I'm sorry? What's the use of saying sorry? Why are you such a poor person? Do you know that our car almost ran off the bridge? What's the use of saying sorry?"
The more Bun Tou talked, the angrier he became.
Zhuo Zizheng felt terror in his heart.
Steamed Bun nodded slightly, "You are like this, I really want to stuff you into my mother's womb."
The steamed bun had already scolded him like crazy, but Zhuo Zizheng didn't dare to talk back and begged for mercy.
Fortunately, Xia Qingkong was fine. If Xia Qingkong was injured, Mantou was sure that he would throw Zhuo Zizheng from the elevated bridge across the river.
Qingkong also got out of the car.
Although he was not seriously injured, his head was still hit hard on the windshield in front. Fortunately, he was wearing a seat belt.
The hit wasn't too heavy this time.
After getting out of the car, Qingkong raised his head and looked into the distance.
The night in Shencheng in the depth of winter has turned completely dark, and the street lights have been turned on one after another. In the winter here, the leaves of the trees will not fall off.
Under the light, the leaves are mottled, just like the clear sky, the mood is depressed and complicated.
"Young mistress." Mantou called when he saw Xia Qingkong getting out of the car.
"Yeah." Qingkong nodded.
"Young lady, I didn't mean it, just let me go!!" Zhuo Zizheng, a grown man, was crying like a child of several years old after being punched twice in the nose.
Because it really hurts.
Steamed Bun gave him a few looks with disdain.
This man is such a waste! It's useless at all, but it's just two punches, and you're crying for your father and mother
If he were in the army, someone like this would have been killed long ago!
"Forgive you? Okay, you can compensate me for the mental damage, 10 million. You are not allowed to tell your family, you have to take it yourself."
Qingkong's eyes were distant and indifferent.
She is not a kind person, why should she forgive someone who hurt herself
And this person did it on purpose.
At this time, Zhuo Zizheng was really filled with regret.
He felt that he was really unlucky to be at his grandma's house these days...
It was not the first time that Zhuo Zizheng had done this when other cars were not allowed to flow in on the expressway. Many of them had crashed into bridge piers, but they were basically ordinary people. sentence.
It is impossible for anyone to hold Zhuo Zizheng accountable.
But I didn’t expect that I would always have to pay it back when I went out to hang out. I met steamed buns here today.
Steamed Bun has always been uneasy about playing tricks, and Steamed Bun himself is a high-ranking official in the special forces. In terms of military rank, he is higher than the Director of Public Security.
There is also the Mu family behind him, so Mantou is always fiery and jealous when doing things.
Anyway, Steamed Bun will never act recklessly, and anyone who can make her look down on her and teach her a lesson is not a good person.
Zhuo Zizheng is obviously not a good person.
"Ten million? Are you robbing?" Zhuo Zizheng was frightened when he heard this.
The pocket money given to him by his family is only about 300,000 yuan a month, and he basically spends it all every month, with not even a few cents left.
How can you get some out of 10 million
"Can't you take it out?" A sneer appeared on Qingkong's lips.
"I can't take it out." Zhuo Zizheng covered his nose decisively, wailing, and quietly reached into his pocket with his other hand...
Qingkong winked at Mantou, and Mantou understood what Xia Qingkong meant.
The steamed bun kicked Zhuo Zizheng's hand, and Zhuo Zizheng took his hand out of his pocket in pain.
I cursed in my heart, "This stinky bitch, why are you so cruel! I kicked you so hard that my fingernails almost broke."
"What do you want to do? Call someone?" Mantou took out Zhuo Zizheng's cell phone.
As soon as Mantou finished speaking, a black van stopped nearby, and seven or eight men got out of the van instantly.
Lin Zhiyu saw this battle and quickly protected Qingkong and Mantou behind her, "Who are you?"
Zhuo Zizheng felt relieved when he saw that all his younger brothers had arrived.
"What are you doing? Is it possible that you still want to kidnap my young mistress?"
There were only seven or eight people, and they seemed to be all young, probably students, right
In this way, even if Steamed Bun is pregnant, there will be no problem if she takes a dozen.
When his brother arrived, Zhuo Zizheng felt that he was confident and was about to get up from the ground, but Mantou kicked him to the ground again.
Zhuo Zizheng felt humiliated but there was nothing he could do.
Steamed Bun is obviously a helpless little girl. Why is she so violent and so skilled
"Don't be arrogant. You are just three women. Some of us are grown men. Do you think you can beat us?" Zhuo Zizheng said bravely.
"Man? Zhuo Zizheng, are you worthy of being a man? Stop talking nonsense. Bring us 10 million and we will let you go, or I will throw you off the bridge."
Mantou knew that his young mistress obviously wanted to trick Zhuo Zizheng.
Although what Zhuo Zizheng did just now did not endanger the young lady's illness, it greatly affected the young lady's mood.
"Where can I get 10 million? Don't be so open-minded. How could the young lady of the Mu family be short of money? Why are you making things difficult for me?"
As Zhuo Zizheng said this, he wanted to get up from the ground, and wanted to escape with his younger brother or take the opportunity.
"Zhuo Zizheng, please don't think about running away. Just give me some. If you run away, your car will still be here."
How could Qingkong not see what Xiao Jiujiu was thinking about in Zhuo Zizheng’s mind right now
Regardless of whether Zhuo Zizheng has money or not, Xia Qingkong will definitely decide on Qingkong’s ten million today!
Lin Zhiyu on the side has been silent. Ten million is an astronomical figure for her now, but for Lin Zhiyu before, it was not much money.
"I have no money!"
"If I don't have any money, I'll ask your mother for it. What do you think?" Qingkong said with a smile.
"Why are you being unreasonable? I just didn't let you, and you want me to take 10 million. Are you a robber?"