The entertainment industry boss is the supreme god

Chapter 81 The weak, not qualified to speak
Song Nanfei was unmoved: "Ming Qi, please beg me."

He stared at Ming Qi's calm face, and the evil in his heart was ready to move: "Now, Ming Qi, as long as you and I give in, please beg me, I will promise you anything."

"It's okay to die?" Ming Qi sneered: "I've never seen a dead person, why don't you die for me?"

There was an untimely chirping sound in the corridor.

Song Nanfei's forehead was throbbing with blue veins, "I gave you a chance."

After finishing speaking, before anyone else could react, Song Nanfei kicked open the empty box next to him, while reaching out to pull Ming Qi's wheelchair, suddenly a strong force pulled her in with the chair.

The rest of the people in the corridor made noise, whistling and jokingly shouting:

"Eldest Young Master Song is mighty!"

"It's going to be like this!"

"It's awesome, it has to be Big 666!"

"..."

Fang Wenshu was frightened by this shocking change, and said with a pale face, "Let go of Sister Ming! You...you are committing a crime!"

"Stop dreaming," someone said abruptly from behind, "Young Master Song will not let her go."

Fang Wenshu turned her head with a stiff face, "...sister."

The other party has short hair, a frosty face, and a disgusted voice: "I don't have such a useless sister like you."

She stared at the private room door that was about to be closed: "Weak people are not qualified to speak."

Even though Mingqi was protected by the Music Association of the Imperial Capital, this place was in the north of the tower, the Song family had all hands and eyes, and Song Nanfei was not afraid of death, and could do anything.

And with so many of his people surrounding him, who could escape?
Fang Wenshu's face was pale. She was blocked by a group of people and couldn't get through.

All the people present were nobler than her. They were aloof and disregarded human rights, treating them like playthings and watching a joyless show.

This is the ability of the big family...

She's just an ordinary person, she can't fight at all... It's easier for them to kill her than to crush an ant... She shouldn't get involved...

"I, I... can't do it!!"

Fang Wenshu stood behind, stomped her feet suddenly, and ran away from the crowd under the surprised eyes of the woman.

Sister Ming can't be bullied by scum!
"boom--!"

There was a loud bang.

Before Fang Wenshu ran to the door of the private room, the closed door was knocked open from the inside, and it was slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

A figure glides through the air at high speed like a meteor, and hits heavily on the opposite wall.

"puff--"

Thick blood spewed out, accompanied by the tooth-piercing sound of bone cracking.

Song Nanfei clutched his chest, his arms and legs limp against the wall, his whole body convulsed and curled up.

Fang Wenshu was stunned.

The next moment, a man in a black coat came out of the dim private room.

The man is tall and has long legs, his face is not very clear in the shadows, only a pair of blue eyes are deep and depressed.

Everyone was surprised by this accident, and they wondered in their hearts, who is this person? Why is it in the private room?
Under everyone's surprised eyes, Ming Qingyun walked up to Song Nanfei, bent down, and clasped the man's neck with her slender and perfect hands.

He lifted it lightly, and Song Nanfei, who was 1.8 meters tall and solid, was easily picked up by him and slammed against the wall like a lamb at the mercy of others.

Song Nanfei only felt that Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, and the force against the wall was so heavy that his spine was crushed, so that he clearly heard the sound of bones breaking.

The imprisoned neck is also so fragile and sensitive in the man's hand, as if the man's hand is slightly shifted, and he will be decapitated on the spot.

"Well--!"

Song Nanfei's eyes were about to burst, his face was red and blue, and his blood vessels burst. He instinctively grabbed the big hand that was imprisoning him, struggling to survive.

However, Ming Qingyun's hand was still exerting force, as if he wanted him to experience the pain, he slowly closed it bit by bit, like Ling Chi.

At no time did Song Nanfei feel that death was so close, yet he longed for it so much.

He stared at the other party with blood red eyes.

The deep blue eyes are very calm, without ripples, even killing people is so calm.

Human life is so trivial in his eyes.

However, deep in the eyes, there seemed to be some kind of oppressive depth hidden.It's too complicated for anyone to understand.

Ming Qingyun said slowly: "You, damn it."

White fingers pinched his neck, blue blood vessels burst, and the man's fingers tightened step by step. Song Nanfei instinctively grabbed the hand on the neck with all his strength, and kicked his legs in the air, but it was in vain.

He had difficulty breathing with his mouth open, his face was pale and gradually bruising.

"--Stop!"

Finally, the stunned people came to their senses and hurried forward to stop it.

The man tilted his head slightly, his blue eyes swept lightly, and his voice was low: "Get lost."

The deep blue eyes are like deep sea whirlpools, dangerous and terrifying, hiding the danger of dying at the touch, making everyone who is swept away stiff.

Song Nanfei was carried by him with one hand, as easy as lifting a chicken.

He holds a human life in one hand, and he still has the strength to deal with them.

For a moment, everyone hesitated.

Look at this momentum, they might be the next Song Nanfei when they stepped forward.

"Song Nanfei!"

A man suddenly rushed out from the oblique stabbing side.

Seeing the chaotic scene in front of him, he was taken aback for a moment, and then looked into the private room.

"Ming pray..."

He was begging for Song Nanfei's mercy.

Ming Qi came out of the private room, adjusted his cuffs, glanced at the person who came, and then looked at Ming Qingyun: "Ah Yun."

After all, neither she nor Fang Wenshu suffered any substantial harm.

Just now Song Nanfei pulled her into the private room, and before he had time to do anything, Ming Qingyun rushed over and kicked her out.

Ming Qi swept over Song Nanfei who was struggling to survive in his hands. When this person was kicked, he was probably still in shock as to how Ming Qingyun got in.

Ming Qingyun paused for a moment with the strength in his hands, and looked at Song Nanfei's eyes with murderous intent.

But in the end, with a flick of the man's wrist, Song Nanfei fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"puff--"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

Song Nanfei covered his chest and stood there with one hand, his internal organs seemed to have shifted.

"Song Nanfei!"

Cheng Hongjun hurriedly stepped forward to help Song Nanfei, checked his injuries first, and at the same time scolded the standing dude: "Hurry up and call an ambulance!"

"Oh oh oh!"

Someone is on the phone.

A group of people rushed over to help him leave, and Cheng Hongjun followed behind.

Before leaving, he looked back at Ming Qi and apologized first: "Miss Ming, Song Nanfei did this kind of thing on the spur of the moment when he was drinking too much. I will ask him to come and apologize to you after he wakes up."

After speaking, he glanced at Ming Qingyun.The other party stood next to Ming Qi, silent, tall, with boundless blue eyes, and a deep and noble temperament.

Like the most loyal messenger of the gods in the legend.

Cheng Hongjun lowered his eyes to hide his complicated emotions, and left quickly with the dying Song Nanfei.

After the chaotic noise of clattering, the entire corridor was empty.

Only Fang Wenshu and the woman were left in a daze.

Ming Qi turned his head, looked at the woman, bent his lips and smiled: "Just now, thank you Miss Fang for your help."

The woman's eyes flickered, obviously a little surprised.

And Fang Wenshu was shocked: "Sister, didn't you say..."

(End of this chapter)