The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 1418 The first thousand and 550 nine palms so-called nothing

Chu Yan retracted his feet and squatted down beside the old man.

With a smile on his lips, he looked at Su Cheng for a moment, then suddenly took out his mobile phone to take a few photos of him, and then put them in front of the old man with great interest,

"Come on, take a look, Mr. Su, I didn't expect you to look like this, did you?"

The old man's cloudy eyes were half-opened in a trance, but it was enough to see clearly on the screen, the self with shoe prints on his face, a dislocated jaw, and saliva and dust mixed together on the left.

He roared vaguely, unable to speak clearly, only the saliva continued to flow out.

Chu Yan giggled, sighed,

"Look, Mr. Su, who had never seen even dust in the presidential palace in the past, and someone wiped everything that caught his eyes ten times when he came in and out, is now worse than a beggar on the street, at least the beggar will not die. Saliva."

Chu Yan took out a folded handkerchief from his breast pocket, and made a gesture to wipe Su Cheng's face, but he retracted his hand half way through, and said to himself,
"This is a limited edition of Chanel, it's too low for a beggar."

The old man stared at the man fiercely from the ground, with almost crazy resentment and anger in his eyes.

But Chu Yan seemed innocuous, and even the more the old man showed this expression, the happier he looked.

He stood up, took the chair, framed the old man between the legs of the chair, and sat down gracefully, completing this insulting behavior.

The old man raised his head and looked at the man stepping on his side with his legs crossed, his eyes condescending. His whole body began to tremble violently, and his face without a trace of blood began to congeal with blood, showing an angry red.

Chu Yan looked at him with his chin propped up, and heard his slurred angry curses in a slurred voice, and said calmly,

"Shut up, you don't have to talk anymore, just listen to me."

The air was still filled with the old man's indistinct voice, chattering like venom constantly flowing from rotting branches.

But the next moment the voice broke in a loud slap.

Chu Yan leaned over, looked at the old man expressionlessly, and slapped the other half of his face hard, turning his face that had just been slapped in another direction.

He looked at the old man's stiff eyes from top to bottom, and said expressionlessly,
"I told you to shut up, old man."

"If you make any more noise, I will slap you ten times. Do you understand?"

After a short period of stiffness, Su Cheng's face turned even redder, and he turned his head vigorously to roar at Chu Yan angrily.

The moment the voice sounded, the slap came down without hesitation.

One, two, three, mechanically cold and vicious.

It wasn't until half a minute later that the sound finally stopped.

Su Cheng's face was already swollen from the fan, and he finally silenced all his voices, and only stared at Chu Yan with terrifying resentment.

But the man withdrew his hand, there was no fluctuation in his eyes,
"I'm actually very sorry. By the time I walked in front of you, you had grown old and useless. Otherwise, I would have more ways to entertain you as a gift for meeting again."

He stared at the old man at his feet, as if he was staring at an old poisonous snake nailed seven inches apart, his eyes were full of cruelty and coldness that wanted to tear people apart.
"Back then I exchanged Chuyang with a ledger in New York. When I saw her first illness, I swore that I would let you all experience the same thing."

He was condescending, and stomped on the old man's chest expressionlessly, crushing out an ugly and hoarse painful sound like a broken bellows,
"If you want to cry but can't make a sound, want to kill but don't have the strength, have no dignity, kneel at the feet of others and lick the soles of your shoes, fall from heaven to hell, it's like having nothing."

Chu Yan smiled slowly and lowly, the light cast a cold shadow on his face,

"How is it, does it taste good?"

(End of this chapter)