Pampered and arrogant: black-bellied husband please calm down

Chapter 147 He hit you, why didn't he know how to fight back

At the same time, a thick, hoarse and cold voice slowly came from the top of the head: "Men who beat women, damn it!"

Xu Shi was particularly disgusted, and he bit the last two words very hard.

Chen Jing's eyes, which were closed tightly in fright, also opened slowly following the voice. The moment she opened her eyes, she only saw the man who was holding An Jingtong's wrist tightly, pulling his arm towards someone inexplicably. When you pull it in one direction, you can only hear the natural crisp sound of "click..." when the bones are displaced.

What followed was An Jingtong howling, screaming in pain like killing a pig.

The man who was pulling An Jingtong's wrist tightened his grip and held his arm tightly, as if he was throwing some huge bag of garbage, and threw him towards the back.

An Jingtong didn't have the slightest precaution, and the pain from his arm had already spread all over his body, swimming in his body.

His complexion changed greatly due to the pain, his tall body lost its center of gravity, and he backed up again and again.

The moment he retreated, he hurriedly reached out to hug the white Roman column beside him, and arched his injured arm, for fear that it would be injured again.

An Jingtong resisted the pain from his arm, supported the Roman pillar beside him and slowly stood up straight, looked angrily at the man standing in front of Chen Jing, wearing a suit and leather shoes, exuding an aristocratic atmosphere, slightly The one with a warning said: "Who are you? This is a matter between me and Chen Jing. It's not your turn to intervene. If you are sensible, you'd better step aside obediently. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

"You're welcome?"

Mo Jinqian raised his eyebrows, and while undoing the golden buttons of his shirt on his wrist, he squinted at An Jingtong, whose painful facial features were almost sternly together, hooked the corners of his lips, and said with a cold smile: "It's so big!" Looking at the whole Pengcheng, except for Lao Lu, there are not many people who dare to talk to Mo Jinqian with such a tone, I want to see how rude you are."

When he heard Mo Jinqian's name, An Jingtong suddenly lost the arrogance he had just now, as if he was a defeated rooster.

He covered his aching arm, frowned, looked at Mo Jinqian in doubt, trembling, and asked tentatively, "Are you Mo Jinqian? Young Master Mo?"

"If it's a fake replacement."

Mo Jinqian glanced at him calmly, then switched hands to untie the cuff button on the other wrist, ready to fight.

Although An Jingtong didn't develop in Pengcheng, he had also heard from his wife that there were some people in the upper class of Pengcheng that he couldn't mess with.

One of them is Mo Jinqian.

An Jingtong covered his arms, not daring to provoke Mo Jinqian anymore, raised his chin, took a deep look at Chen Jing, and said quietly: "Chen Jing, this time, Master Mo is blocking you, forget it, But next time, you may not have such good luck, I will write down the account of Yanjiaowan for you first, and we will calculate it slowly in the future!"

The last half of the sentence was bitten very hard by him, and the words were full of warnings.

After saying that, An Jingtong hugged the injured arm, turned around and walked towards Area B of the open-air parking lot behind him.

Looking at his figure walking away, Mo Jinqian slowly turned around.

Seeing Chen Jing holding on to the Roman pillar, shaking, documents, mobile phones, car keys, and briefcases scattered all over the ground.

Unexpectedly, I remembered that when he rushed over just now, he happened to see the scene of the man beating her. Lao Gao frowned. He walked over, picked up the silver-gray briefcases, leaned over and scattered them on the floor one by one. Put the items in Chen Jing's briefcase.

(End of this chapter)