Chapter 3 (1/2)

Xia Shengge clenched his teeth and suppressed the surging emotion in his body. Tide and hate.

I only hate that it's too late for her to be reborn. I've drunk Zhao Wenbo's wine.

She had experienced previous lives and knew how strong the drug was. When the drug took effect, she would even completely lose her reason and consciousness.

”Ha ha, smelly watch. Son, weren't you arrogant just now? Why, don't you dare to speak now? I'm afraid it's a wave at the exit. Shout out?”

Qian Haoran learned about his medicine from Zhao Wenbo. He looked very excited.

He can already imagine that Xia Sheng's song will be picked up in a moment. Light, it's like being attacked by an old man at a whole party.

Gu chenye just asks not to take the last step towards Xia Sheng's song.

But there are many ways to abuse people. Don't do the last step at all.

For example, let her give it to the old man.

Qian Haoran became more and more excited. He couldn't wait to rush up and was going to drag Xia Shengge's clothes.

The next moment, however, his wrist was caught by a hot little hand.

Then the whole person whirled around and fell to the ground with a bang.

The microphone on one side was hit and rolled to the ground, making a harsh click, which suddenly quieted the originally drunken hall.

Everyone's eyes looked this way in surprise.

Xia Shengge is still leaning against the bar. His body is sour and soft, his face is flushed, and his clothes are tacky and ordinary. But his momentum from top to bottom is like a queen, which makes people dare not look at him.

Qian Haoran was trampled on his head with her feet in sneakers and made a painful hum. She struggled with her hands and feet for a long time and couldn't get up.

He roared wildly: ”Xia Shengge, you smelly watch. Son rotten, wait for me to get up, you're dead! Smelly watch. Son, I want you to die!”

Xia Shengge didn't seem to hear his roar at all. He picked up a bottle of champagne and smashed it at the edge of the bar.

With a loud bang, champagne and glass chips splashed on Qian Haoran.

She bent down slightly, holding a half broken wine bottle and gesticulating horizontally and vertically on Qian Haoran's head.

It's like measuring where to open the ladle.

Qian Haoran's roar stopped suddenly, and his blood color faded away, showing a look of panic.

Zhao Wenbo's face changed again and again, ”Xia Sheng song, you're crazy!!”

Xia Shengge said with a smile, ”guess if I'm crazy? I heard that mental illness doesn't have to pay for my life.”

”No... no!” Qian Haoran screamed, ”Wenbo, help me!”

Zhao Wenbo looked ferocious. He picked up a shelf next to him and smashed it at Xia Shengge.