Peach Luck Unparalleled

Of course, Lin Caiwei would not go with Qin Feng. You must know that the person who invited her was a rich second generation. He was arrogant and arrogant, the kind of person she disliked the most.

After school in the afternoon, First Young Master Qin drove his Wrangler to the meeting place.

As expected of the rich second generation, he chose a high-end hotel in the city as the place to eat. Qin Feng deliberately didn't come out after parking the car. He felt that it was necessary to make that man wait a little longer.

In the luxurious private room on the eighth floor, there was a guy with oily hair and pink face, his hair was combed perfectly, God knows how much hairspray.The most exaggerated thing is that this guy still has powder on his face, so he almost needs some blush and lipstick, so he is really a real fake girl.

His name is Han Feng, and his eyes fall on the table next to him from time to time. There are herbal tea, cola, fruit juice and beer on it, all canned drinks without exception.

The biggest advantage of canned drinks is that it can create some kind of small hole that can't be seen by rubbing eyes, and inject some kind of medicine into it.

The two bottles of red wine placed in the ice bucket, if you look carefully, you can also see a very small hole in the cork, it can be seen that this product is ready to win today.

To be on the safe side, he specially prepared six or seven kinds to increase the chance of success.Seeing that the agreed time had passed, Han Feng took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the goddess.

As before, the other party set up call interception, but he couldn't get through.

Then wait, the time passes by one minute and one second, 10 minutes, 10 minutes... until half an hour.

Han Feng was a little angry. He spent a lot of money to buy photos, and even set up a table in such a high-end place. With two bottles of imported high-end red wine, his "investment" has already exceeded [-] yuan. Wouldn't it be too sad if we couldn't even see each other face to face.

He took out his mobile phone and said bitterly to himself: "Lin Caiwei is cruel to you, let's see how I get you into bed later! If you don't come today, I will publish the photo to the public."

In addition to eating, he also opened a luxurious guest room early on the ninth floor above his head. As long as the goddess drank the drink mixed with medicine, he could do whatever he wanted.

click...

The door lock made a crisp sound, and Han Feng, who had a ferocious expression, immediately turned into a smile, his heartbeat quickened, and the goddess finally came.

After the door opened, a strange face appeared, and it was a man. He couldn't help but wondered, did he go to the wrong room?

Before he could ask, Qin Feng asked first, "Are you Han Feng?"

Han Feng nodded subconsciously: "It's me, who are you?"

First Young Master Qin stepped in, sat down on the chair opposite him carelessly, and said, "Lin Caiwei asked me to come."

"What did she ask you to do? Where is she?" Han Feng asked with a displeased expression.

"What else can I do, of course I'm negotiating with you." He glanced at the red wine in the ice bucket, and said in a sarcastic tone: "It's not very good, Lafite in 08, when I invite people to dinner, I usually ask The ones are all from 02."

Han Feng failed to see the goddess, so he said impatiently: "I have nothing to talk to you about, you ask Lin Caiwei to come over immediately, otherwise she will regret it."

It seems that this young master Han really treats himself as a dish, just a few photos, do you really think it is something terrible?

Let's not talk about whether you have the opportunity to post these photos on the Internet, even if you succeed, Young Master Qin has a way to make them disappear in the first place, and it will make your surname Han very unlucky.

Qin Feng was really too lazy to have any interaction with this guy, so he cut to the chase and said, "Listen, hand over the photo obediently, and swear that you will never threaten Miss Lin with this again. You can leave here safely today, or you will bear the consequences .”

Han Feng smiled: "You count that onion, dare to talk to me like that. You look familiar, I warn you boy..."

bang...

Han Feng was held on his face by a plate of vegetables, and the vegetable juice mixed with the powder rubbed on his face flowed down, he was very embarrassed.

Young Master Qin will not be polite to this kind of guy who is so powerful because of his family's money. What's more, this guy uses despicable means to force Miss Lin to submit, so he should fight.

"Fuck you!" Han Feng wiped the juice off his face and punched Qin Feng with his fists.

Overthinking.

bang...

He was kicked flying, and his body was slapped heavily on the wall behind him. If it wasn't for the sofa next to the wall, which acted as a buffer when he landed, he would never have gotten up again.

There is no need to reason with this kind of person. When he hits him on his knees and begs for mercy, everything will be solved.

Before he could stand up completely, First Young Master Qin kicked him again, stomping him firmly on the sofa, and asked, "How is it? Have you enjoyed it? Just give it a shot if you're not. I can help you again." .”

Of course Han Feng refused to accept it. He has always been the one who beats others when he grows up, and he has never been beaten before.

"Boy, if you dare to hit me, you will die. I swear to destroy you, and if you are sensible, let go." His tone was still arrogant.

Qin Feng chuckled, "As you wish."

He originally wanted to slap Han Feng's mouth until he lowered his head, but when he saw his dirty face, he immediately changed his mind - to slap Han Feng with the sole of his shoe.

Soon, one of Han Feng's shoes was taken off. Of course, Qin Feng wouldn't use his own shoes. He couldn't stand dirty hands, and he couldn't stand dirty shoes either.

When he picked up Han Feng's shoes, he was amused. These shoes are soft-soled, and they must be very powerful for slapping your face.

Snapped……

clap clap...

Crack...crack...crack...crack...crack...

First Young Master Qin felt more and more enjoyable as he smoked more and more, and he even got a sense of rhythm.

Han Feng's face soon became a pig's head, swollen and tall.

Qin Feng felt it, and of course he wouldn't stop. In fact, Han Feng wanted to beg for mercy when he took the tenth blow, but the soles of his shoes came faster each time, and his mouth swelled into a fat sausage. Can't speak at all.

"Yo drink, it's pretty stiff, let's continue." He paused for a moment, then raised the shoe again.

"I'll hand over... the photo, don't fight anymore!" Han Feng hurriedly begged for mercy. Although he has an arrogant personality, he is not stupid.

"That's right. In fact, I have always been adhering to the principle of convincing people with virtue, and I must be forced to do it." Qin Feng said shamelessly, threw away his shoes, and shouted: "You better not play tricks, kid. If you dare to keep a backup secretly, I will definitely break your three legs."

Han Feng quickly covered his crotch in fright, and said, "I absolutely dare not keep a backup. It's on my phone. If you delete it, it will be gone. If you don't believe me, I'll just format the memory card, okay?"

"Then don't hurry!" Qin Feng kicked him, and immediately said: "Before formatting, send me a copy first, my buddies haven't had time to appreciate it."