Deep love never ends

This nausea is stronger.

When I falsely surrounded him and stretched out my hand to hook the things behind me, I looked up and saw the man leaning against the wall.

Qin Langjun looked over lightly.

Leaning against the wall, his long legs were long and straight, and his sight looked cold.

Probably just came over and looked at his extremely dark eyes, I knew it must have misunderstood me.

Originally, I put my arm on the drunkard's shoulder, endured nausea, and was ready to get the things behind him.

When I saw Qin Langjun, I changed my mind.

The hand that just stretched out was taken back. Just now, he thought about detour, and then tried to make him dizzy.

But now if we still use this method, I'm afraid it's not only the man who will die, but also me.

After the idea flashed through my mind, I withdrew my hand and whispered in the drunk's ear.

"But what's your qualification to sleep with me? Let's not talk about your fat body. It's a shame that you can't do anything just because you're so weak. Look, you can't compare with him, your body is so bad, and your career is a mess."

Looking at the drunk's face, it was immediately ugly. When I clenched my teeth and bent my knees to open him, I added a fire, "even if I was what he didn't want, it's still impossible for you to come here to humiliate me."

I deliberately bit the tone, smiled and said in a low voice.

Although I am not familiar with the man in front of me, I can basically feel his character from his every move just now.

He has a hot personality and basically has no mind. If he dies, he is a little better than erlengzi, but he hasn't seen many tricks. Now I specially pick the words he doesn't want to hear or admit. He must be unable to bear.

When I said these words, I deliberately bent my knees and elbows to push a certain distance.

Yu Guang from the corner of his eye looked at Qin Langjun, and his heart contracted suddenly.

Although I have a clear plan and do things calmly and decisively, I still have concerns.

I can count anyone in, but I'm really wrong about him.

"You bitch, it's your turn to talk about me!"

The drunkard in front of me was really angry. He clamped my neck with a sneer and was cruel and irrational.

I dropped my eyes to avoid Qin Langjun's direction. When the drunk pinched my neck, I smiled sarcastically at him.

Such a smile stimulated him to a great extent.

My neck was pinched tighter and tighter, I could hardly breathe, and my breathing became weaker and weaker.

I subconsciously stretched out my hand to break it off, but my strength could not resist the irritated man.

And a drunk, irrational man.

If Qin Langjun hadn't been here, I would never have thought of using this method.

After all, my life is not worth a lot of money. If I'm strangled, I'm afraid I can hold it down with money.

Many thoughts flashed through my mind, and I regretted such an impulsive decision for a moment.

My neck hurts. The intense lack of oxygen makes my eyes black, but I can't use my strength on my arm.

With enough strength, I opened my eyes and looked at Qin Langjun, but I couldn't see clearly. It seemed that I vaguely saw that he was still leaning against the wall and didn't come over.

Great disappointment and despair overwhelmed me.

The sight became more and more blurred, and even the swearing words of the drunk in his ear were not very true.

Always feel that the distance is getting farther and farther.

The more desperate it was, the more I unconsciously provoked the arc of ridicule.

When I felt that I was on the verge of death at any time, the force on my neck pulled me hard, and then I was pulled away.

Something that suddenly has no strength to support.

I leaned against the wall and squatted down slowly.

The things in front of me are still a little vague, but I can hear some things now because of my buzzing ears just now.

There was a wailing voice of begging for mercy, mixed with a few swearing words.

I squatted on the ground and leaned against the wall before I fell.

The place where my hand touched my neck still hurt. I looked over there.

The drunkard who was still swaggering on my side just now fell to the ground and kept wailing

The whole body curled up like a shrimp, and the palm was stepped under the leather shoes.

The red face is even more powerful.

It's like you're going to be stared out.

Perhaps it was useless to beg for mercy. In addition, it was too painful. All kinds of abusive words were scolded.

But compared with his excitement, Qin Langjun's look was even lighter. He stepped on his hand and rolled down expressionless.

No matter how much the man scolded, he still looked calm, looked down at the man, his voice was mellow and cold, and said, "it seems that uncle Yang still has no memory."

"At this age, I still fantasize about things that don't belong to me. Do you need me to sober you up?"

That's casual and plain.

But Qin Langjun's action didn't slow down.

The man who curled up on the ground and wailed was shouting louder and almost broke his voice.

"Qin Langjun, at least I'm still your elder. How dare you! You're not afraid of what I'll do to Qin!"

"I have shares. If I really ignore my feelings, no one can think of a better life... Ah!"

His scream was louder than ever.

His face is also more distorted and ugly than just now.

"What do you think I was afraid of?"

Qin Langjun looked down at him and said.

Compared with the drunk's scream, although his voice is not very high, it is cold and frightening enough.

With that, Qin Langjun looked at me, then his sight fell back faintly, and the corner of his mouth was hooked with an unknown arc.

"It's you, uncle Yang. If you don't want your company to be gone, you'd better weigh it before doing things. You don't have a brain to think about things that don't belong to you. In the end, you lose both people and money, don't you?"

I half propped up against the wall and looked at them.

From the other side of the corridor came a short, surprised 'ah'.

A waiter shouted. Although he stopped his voice in time, the panic on his face was still there.

The man who was trampled on seemed to be saved. His right face was pressed on the floor, deformed and swollen like a pig's head. He shouted: "help me, call the police, go to the police, hurry up!"

"If you don't hurry up, you'll dismantle your side. Don't think it's better. Hurry up!"

That uncle Yang seemed to exert his last strength. His fat neck was half raised and shouted at the other side.