Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Ren Qinian paused and nodded, then sent Song Ci back to the room, and met Zhou Tairong as soon as he walked to the backyard.

Zhou Tairong didn't drink much wine, but his face was especially red, and his face was flushed with drunkenness.

Song Ci was very close to Ren Qinian, his back was facing Zhou Tairong, his cheek rested on the man's shoulder. Zhou Tairong's position just happened to be able to see Song Ci's face, and the petite one was leaning against Ren Qinian so well.

Zhou Tairong was obviously not drunk, his eyes were even more blurred, his throat was itchy, and he came over to stand in front of them with a smile: "Yo, today the young master and Xiao Ci have a very good relationship, have you been drinking together?"

Ren Qinian said indifferently, "Don't block the way."

"I miss Xiao Ci'er. Let's talk to him."

Zhou Tairong reached out to touch the hem of Song Ci's windbreaker, Ren Qinian took a step forward and walked directly in front of him.

Ren Qinian grabbed his extended arm, his face turned cold: "What do you want to do?"

Zhou Tairong leaned against the wall and laughed playfully around his chest, but the light in his eyes was always cold, "Are you in control of what I want to do?"

Involuntarily reaching out to snatch Song Ci away, "Little Ci'er doesn't like you."

Ren Qinian listened to Zhou Tairong's sarcasm, his eagle-like eyes were sharp and hard, and the palm pressing his wrist gradually increased his strength, and he could hear the bones cracking.

The pain on Zhou Tairong's wrist made him squint his eyes, looked at Ren Qinian's downcast face and licked the corners of his lips, the smile on his face became stronger, "Why is the young master angry? Still don't recognize Xiaoci Don't you hate the fact?"

"I advise you to stay out of the way."

Ren Qinian felt really uncomfortable when he heard that, and the expression on his face became even more indifferent. He supported Song Ci's falling body and directly carried him on his shoulders, and kicked Zhou Tairong aside with his leg raised.

Zhou Tairong grabbed Ren Qinian's trousers without any shame, got up from the ground, grabbed his clothes, and was dragged into the courtyard.

"Zhou Tairong, I advise you not to cause trouble." Ren Qinian's voice was cold and menacing, the pressure all over his body was like facing a huge lion that was raw and blood-drinking.

It was the first time that Zhou Tairong saw such hostility from this man, he was no longer the gentle young master he used to be, but he did laugh, full of belly laughs, maybe he said everything with the strength of alcohol: "Young Master, stop pretending, Daddy!" How hard has it been for the young master to pretend to be in front of Song Shenglin for so long?! Hahaha, it's so funny..."

Zhou Tairong wants to get close to Ren Qinian, and the fact that he is not as tall as Ren Qinian really annoys him, but it doesn't stop him from disgusting him.

"Why is the young master tired of pretending to be a dog?"

Ren Qinian listened to his words, his falcon-like eyes were black like a whirlpool, pinched his chin with one hand, and sneered: "If you don't want Zhou Tairong's mouth, you can tear it up."

"Are you only quiet for a while when you become a corpse?"

Zhou Tairong felt the real killing intent, the hairs on his back stood up, goosebumps appeared on his arms, the light in his eyes was extremely excited, he licked the corners of his lips, and stared at Ren Qinian.

"Master, do you want to try?"

Zhou Tairong suddenly pressed down Ren Qinian's hand and put it on his neck, his eyes were neither fierce nor fearful, but excited and expectant, which made him look weird anyway.

Ren Qinian looked at him with disgust in his eyes, and the hand pinching his neck became more and more forceful, "Madman."

Zhou Tairong felt the air decrease little by little, breathing became more and more difficult, and his whole body twitched, but the light in his eyes was still bright, and everyone could see how much he wanted to let himself die like this .

Or maybe he was enjoying the thrill of dying.

What a lunatic.

Ren Qinian watched Zhou Tairong's face gradually turn purple, even his lips were blackened from being suppressed, and his breathing was difficult to convulse, but he didn't struggle or resist, he just let his body's instinctive reaction.

Ren Qinian just felt disgusted looking at this psychopath, and if he was at the door of Song Ci's other courtyard... I'm afraid even he himself would be involved, so he can't be easily exposed now.

At the last moment, Ren Qinian looked at Zhou Tairong's eye whites turned out due to lack of oxygen, and pushed him away in disgust.

"roll."

Lying on the ground, Zhou Tairong twitched slightly, his chest heaved violently, and it took him a long time to recover, the corners of his lips curled up, only his eyes were still strangely bright.