My personal school belle president

Chapter 1814 The price of bad breath! (Part 2)
The pungent perfume, the sluggish lights, the snow-white skin exposed outside the clothes, the faint smell of tobacco...

In this kind of confused illusion, people are always used to saying something that they think is awesome, such as I am richer than a certain richest man in the world, I have a vixen wife in my family,

Or, which female star did I fuck.

But sometimes if the joke is inappropriate, it will lead to death for yourself.

At this moment, Ning Fei'er's song was playing on the wall TV.

In the fresh MV, Ning Fei'er is wearing a long white dress that flutters like a fairy, her long hair reaches her waist, and her face is beautiful. With her soft and moving singing voice, it can't help but make people obsessed with it.

The man in the T-shirt was very strong, with a dragon tattoo on his arm, his bones and flesh were bulging, and he looked like a good fighter.

He hugged the woman who was singing, smoked, pointed at Ning Fei'er on the TV, smacked his lips and said, "What kind of queen is a woman, isn't it a woman, lying on the bed is not done by men! "

"Brother Han, there are women of different grades. She is a phoenix in the sky, and it is impossible to compare with this group of pheasants."

A little boy next to him said with a smile.

When the woman in the box heard this, her expression was a little unnatural, but she didn't dare to refute, after all, the other party's analogy was quite vivid.

Compared to Ning Fei'er who is aloof, they are indeed a group of pheasants.

"Phoenix? I'm a dragon, I'm a Phoenix!" Brother Han got drunk and boasted even more, "I haven't fucked any woman before, a Ning Fei'er is nothing."

"It seems that you are Ning Fei'er who slept in a dream." A person next to him said.

Brother Han laughed loudly, and pointed at the man's nose: "The one who knows me is Brother Wang. I really did fuck her in my dream."

When the people around heard it, they burst into laughter.

People who really thought that this guy had sex with Ning Fei'er before shook their heads speechlessly.

Li Shao patted the table and scolded with a smile: "I'm just saying, you always like to brag, so what is Ning Fei'er's status, it's that you can't lick a toe of others in ten lifetimes. You are just living in a dream." It was fun."

Brother Han kissed the girl in his arms, and said with a smile:

"What's wrong with having fun in the dream? That's also a blessing. You guys haven't experienced that kind of feeling. Ning Fei'er has a soft body and can pose in any position. What I did made her cry—"

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, a wine bottle fell on Brother Han's head.

The beer bottle shattered to the ground, leaving a glaring bloodstain on Brother Han's forehead. The girl in his arms screamed in fright, her face was extremely pale, and she hid aside.

The people around who were laughing and having fun were also stunned.

For a moment, except for the music, no one in the whole box made a sound, and they were all stunned by this sudden incident, at a loss.

Brother Han touched his head and saw the blood on his hand. After being stunned for a few seconds, his face instantly turned livid, and he cursed angrily: "What a fool, it was the wine bottle thrown by that bastard, you don't want to live!"

click!
The music from the speakers also suddenly stopped.

Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look, but it was Qin Yang who turned off the music.

Qin Yang wiped his hands with a paper towel, sat in front of Brother Han, and said lightly, "Why bother, drinking your own wine and singing your own songs is the end, why bother to humiliate someone who has nothing to do with you."

"Did you hit?"

Brother Han said with a gloomy expression.

Zhang Xiaochan covered her red lips, subconsciously trying to pull Qin Yang up, but was stopped by Sister Tong.

That Brother Han is the underground big brother of this generation, his status is second only to Boss Xu. If Qin Yang provokes him, he will undoubtedly seek his own death. No one in this box can save him.

"Did I hit you, are you blind?"

Qin Yang said lightly.

Brother Han stared at him, with a smirk on the corner of his mouth, he suddenly laughed: "So I'm a fan of Ning Fei'er, what's wrong, I insulted your idol, you stupid fan is so excited!"

Subconsciously, Brother Han thought that Qin Yang was a fan of Ning Fei'er, and everyone else thought so too.

After all, Ning Feier's fan base is huge. Even though she has retired from the music scene for a long time, she still has many die-hard fans.Some fans love their idols deeply, and it is not surprising that they do impulsive things when they see others being humiliated.

Li Shao flicked the cigarette in his hand, sneered and shook his head, muttering: "Diaosi, it's really sad."

He looked at Zhang Xiaochan next to him, spread his hands and said, "Xiao Chan, you are so awesome, you even dare to beat Brother Han, do you want to keep him with a leg or an arm?"

Zhang Xiaochan's face was extremely pale.

Of course she knew how powerful Brother Han was. If someone insulted him on weekdays, his arms and legs might be broken, let alone throwing a beer bottle on his head.

If it was someone else, she would naturally not meddle in other people's business, but Qin Yang was her former big brother after all, and she was the one who brought him here, so if something goes wrong, she will not be able to explain it to Ning Xiuxin and his wife.

Zhang Xiaochan squeezed out a flattering smile, and said to Brother Han, "Brother Han, my friend is a little bit crazy about chasing celebrities. I apologize to you on his behalf. I'm really sorry."

The woman who gave the elixir also hurriedly persuaded: "Brother Han, you young man is not sensible. Your lord has a lot, so don't take it to heart."

"What's the matter with you group of chickens, get out of here!"

Brother Han said coldly.

Zhang Xiaochan and the woman blushed, extremely embarrassed.

Zhang Xiaochan gritted her silver teeth, picked up the tissue on the table and wanted to go over to help the other party wipe the blood on his face, but was pushed away by Brother Han.

Brother Han straightened up, stared at Qin Yang and said, "Is Ning Fei'er your idol?"

"I'm a wife." Qin Yang replied.

Brother Han was stunned.

The others also had strange faces and held back their smiles.

Li Shao spat out the wine in his mouth, but he covered his stomach and laughed loudly: "The fans are really crazy now, they have already fantasized about making idols their own wives, no wonder they are so angry."

Brother Han licked the blood that flowed to the corner of his lips, and said coldly: "Is it your wife? Okay, I will treat her as your wife. But what's the matter, even if it is really your wife, I can do whatever I want-" "

"Whoa!"

With a blank expression on his face, Qin Yang picked up a bottle of beer on the table and threw it down again.

Brother Han's head blossomed, and another long line of blood slowly flowed down his forehead.

Everyone was stunned, looking at Qin Yang's indifferent expression, no one dared to stop him, they just watched in a daze for a while.

"I fuck-"

Brother Han finally broke out, and picked up the wine bottle next to him to give this young man a good lesson.

As a result, before he got up, he felt a sharp pain in his palm.

It was Qin Yang who stabbed half of the beer bottle in, dyed red slowly twisted, thick red blood flowed out, staining the whole table red, while Brother Han broke out in cold sweat in pain, but gritted his teeth and kept silent.

puff!
Qin Yang exerted a little force on his wrist, and half of the wine bottle pierced Brother Han's palm and nailed it to the table.

A pig-killing howl finally came from Brother Han's mouth.

(End of this chapter)