Ode to the Dragon

"Yes, we did it. What can you do?"

Just as his brain was spinning and thinking about how to answer, Han Li on one side was arrogant and admitted that Liu Xuecheng almost spat out a mouthful of old blood and wanted to slap the stupid woman to death!

"I can only blame that bastard for not opening his eyes and provoking me. He is responsible for all this." Han Li takes Liu Xuecheng's arm and looks disdainful,

Heather nods, "just admit it."

"Yes, what can you do? Don't think that if you bring down Wang Wei, I will be afraid of you. He is your dog, but we are not. "

"How dare you do it to us? Do you know who I am? Do you know our background? "

Han Li is elated, full of invincible, she is such a woman, usually arrogant and domineering, domineering. Toad in the well, how can he know how big the sky is? He really thinks that the power in his hand is so arrogant.

"Who are you?" Heather asked in a funny voice

Liu Xuecheng has numb scalp and cold hands and feet, and keeps winking at Han Li, but the latter is still shouting wildly:

"my husband is the director and deputy director of Jiangling cultural center. We can beat you to death with our backhand

Heather was red. She put on a smile and glanced at Han Li pitifully. "You're right. I can kill small fish and shrimps like you with my backhand."

As soon as the words came to an end, she raised her hand and slapped it heavily on Han Li's arrogant face -

PA!

Pa -

with a sneer, Heather slapped the arrogant Han Li on the cheek decisively, and hit her so hard that she almost fell to the ground.

Liu Xuecheng helped him, and his face was a little ugly.

Han Li covers her face with scarlet palmprint. Her hair is scattered and her face is full of indignation. She can't believe it.

On weekdays, she is the wife of the superior curator. She is used to being bossed. Where has she been wronged?

"Cheap woman, you dare to beat me, I'll fight with you!"

In a fit of rage, Han Li throws away Liu Xuecheng's arm and rushes toward heather.

"Something that doesn't open your eyes."

As Heather raised her eyebrows and slapped her backhand twice, Han Li's mouth was full of blood.

"You -"

"I not only beat you, but also dare to kill you, you try?" Heather Liu eyebrows pick, smile indifferently swept Han Li one eye.

Several bodyguards in black behind him immediately flashed a few black pistols in their hands and fired a few shots at Han Li's feet. The bullets came out of the sheath and stirred up a dust noise.

Han Wei's arrogant and domineering dare not hide behind Liu Xueli.

All around the crowd, can not help but panic.

This is a real gun. It can kill people!

"Miss Heather, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Liu Xuecheng's face turned pale. He quickly came over, bowed his head and apologized.

He can see how terrible these plutocrats are. As the director of the cultural museum, he doesn't look at them enough.

Chu Feng could let Heather kill for him. He couldn't imagine the identity and background. He had to bow his head and surrender.

"We are wrong. We apologize. Please forgive us."

Han Li has been scared silly for a long time. Now she is following Liu Xuecheng and apologizes repeatedly: "yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry --"

Heather suddenly feels bored. How can such a small role have the courage to challenge the majesty of Shura?

If it were in the western world, such people would have been chopped into meat sauce and thrown into the sea to feed fish.

"I'll give you a warning today. Next time, it's not just a few slaps." Heather glanced at Han Li coldly, and let her shrink her neck immediately. In her fear, she was unwilling and humiliated.

Liu Xuecheng was also relieved, with a smile on his pale face: "sure, sure -"

"your name is Liu Xuecheng?" Heather's eyes glanced at him at random, and then she said, "I hope you can really succeed in your studies and support your family with your real skills."