Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    A man squatted in front of Xu Zeming, with a short flat head, broken eyebrows and narrow eyes, his sleeves rolled all the way to his shoulders, revealing a tattoo of Shura.

    Pingtou retracted Xu Zeming's hand, looked at Wen Ruan with interest, the tip of his tongue touched the corner of his lower lip, and then stood up, facing her direction, with a little bit in his eyes Smile lightly.

    "Pop."

    Pinch Wen Ruan's phone with her flat head, her index finger and thumb pressed hard, and pulled back a bit, her tone was a little condescending: "Miss, since you want to stand up for your brother , but you can't just perfunctory us like that."

    Wen Ruan frowned slightly and clenched her phone tightly.

    The man couldn't move, but he didn't let go. Instead, he looked at Wen Ruan with a half-smile, as if he wasn't ready to give in.

    Wen Ruan let out a tut in her heart, looked down at her phone, and then looked up at Xu Zeming, who was being held down and fell beside him.

    …Never mind.

    If you are troublesome, please be troublesome. Since this is the case, you must help to the end.

    Originally, I wanted the bar to come forward to solve this matter, but it doesn't seem to work, so I can only do it myself.

    So she laughed, pressed the lock screen button of the mobile phone, and asked, "So what do you want to let people go?"

    "What do you want?"

    Pingtou seemed to have heard something funny, laughed yin and yang, and then turned to look at the group of brothers behind him: "Tell me, how can I let these two go? "

    When the people behind heard this, they booed and booed, watching the fun and not taking it too seriously:

    "What you said, we never bully Miss."

    "How about a few drinks with us?"

    "Since it's Sister Xu Zeming, what are you doing standing at the door? Come in and play." The group of people said, and stretched out their hands to smash Xu Zeming's head against their own face: "See, sister , we are your brother's good friends."

    “Pop—”

    "What do you look like here? Did your father treat you so well just now that you couldn't see your face?"

    "Enough."

    Wen Ruan sternly interrupted, she raised her head and met the flat-headed eyes in front of her without dodging: "I have to take someone away today."

    He smiled and rubbed his neck: "Okay."

    Speaking of this, he paused, and raised his chin towards the wine glasses that were stacked on a table not far away: "Okay, it's not that I don't want to lose face, just blow a bottle and let you bring it. People go."

    Wen Ruan glanced at the wine bottle on the table.

    Fifty-proof spirits.

    Blow down such a whole bottle, even if it is not easy to get drunk, it will cause stomach bleeding.

    She raised her eyelashes, looked at the flat head in front of her, and bent her eyes lightly: "Since you want to play with me, how interesting it is for someone to blow the bottle, why don't I compare it with you?"

    Pingtou glanced at Wen Ruan with interest, touched his chin, nodded with a smile, then returned to the sofa and sat down, raising his finger to the cup.

    Immediately someone gallantly filled two glasses of wine.

    Wen Ruan approached and glanced at the wine glasses on the coffee table.

    …How can this person speak so well?

    At this moment, Flathead stretched out his hand and said slowly, "Don't worry."

    He raised his chin to the side: "Come, add something to Xu Zeming's sister."

    Immediately someone stepped forward with a smiley face, unpacked the powder and shook it into Wen Ruan's cup.

    Cut head moved his hand away and gestured to her with a smile: "Okay, drink it."

    Wen Ruan narrowed her eyes, picked up the glass of wine, looked at it for a while, and then said softly, "It's the first time I've seen it so openly and before me."

    "Our group is honest."

    He patted his thigh with a smile and said slowly, "Look, your brother robbed my girlfriend, how can you let him go so easily?"

    He said this, his eyes were quite deliberately scratching Wen Ruan's whole body, and he lengthened his tone: "But if you want to do it for him, it's okay, the few of us. The big man must be more interested in the young lady."

    Wen Ruan glanced at him, then raised her index finger and tapped the wall of the cup lightly. After a long time, she sighed helplessly.

    "Bang-"

    Wen Ruan leaned down and put down the glass heavily, raised her head, bent her eyes and smiled: "I gave you face."

    The next second, he turned around and lifted his leg neatly, kicking the shoulder of a boy who was pressing Xu Zeming.

    The man fell back in pain, and he fell on the sofa and bounced.

    The people around who were sitting staggered saw this scene, they stood up all of a sudden, rolled up their sleeves and twisted their necks, looking arrogant and arrogant.

    "Bang-"

    At this moment, there was a loud bang on the table.

    The flat head sitting on the sofa did not know when, took out a small short sharp knife, unsheathed it, and slapped it heavily on the table.

    Wen Ruan turned to look at him.

    "Sure, it's okay not to drink."

    Pingtou smiled coldly: "Since your brother came to this street, he has been looking for something to do for us. Today, I thought that if he lost his little finger, it would be over. But since you think so If you are strong, we will not take pity on Xiangxiyu..."

    After finishing speaking, he raised his chin: "Are you going for him?"

    The atmosphere was cold to freezing, and the surroundings were silent.

    At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

    It's like cutting a crack in the ice.

    "Knock, Knock"

    Two more hard knocks.

    Finally, someone close to the door opened the door, and his tone was a little restless: "Who is so incomprehensible..."

    Before the words were finished, they were all stuck in the throat.

    The lights in the private room are dim, except for the bright light in the corridor behind.

      There was a chill that sent chills down the spine.

    "Who are you?"

     Wen Ruan's back subconsciously stiffened when she heard the voice.

    But the footsteps came from far to near, and then stopped less than half a meter behind her.

    Then the familiar voice came, the coldness did not take off, but it was still a little soft: "Let's go, Wen Ruan."

    From the moment Fu Zhihuan came in, he couldn't sit still.

    The aura of this person seems to be out of tune with the surrounding, and there is a bit of anger in the eyebrows, as if he came in and smashed the scene.

    As the boss, if you really let him take people away like this, where will you save face?

    So he straightened his head and knocked on the table twice: "What's the matter, do you want to replace her?"

    Fu Zhihuan: "For what?"

    Cut his head close to the sofa and tilted the knife in his hand: "In this way, I originally wanted her to have a little finger. If you want a hero to save beauty so much, you can do it for her."

    What nonsense.

     people.

    Wen Ruan got angry, took two steps forward, and was about to speak, when he heard Fu Zhihuan laughing lowly behind him, and then said—

    "Good."

    What nerve?

    Wen Ruan was stunned, turned her head and glared at Fu Zhihuan behind him.

    Why do you really follow the words of this group of people?

    Fu Zhihuan and Wen Ruan's eyes met, but she couldn't see the slightest chill in those smiling eyes.

     Flathead froze.

    He really didn't expect that the man in front of him who looked like "I am number one in the world" would have such a reaction.

    Usually those people are either scared to beg for mercy with snot and tears, or they are hard-mouthed and beaten to death.

    The first one who agreed so calmly.

    Calm as if she didn't want a little finger, but a hair.

    Fu Zhihuan didn't panic, but he panicked.

    This group of people looks arrogant, but in fact they also collect protection fees, beat people and smash stores, no matter how big things are, they may use sticks to open people's heads when they are hedging with people. ladle.

    It’s really hard to prepare yourself mentally to cut off a little finger like this.

    Don't lose face.

    And seeing some blood is no big deal to them, they have to break the ring once.

    Thinking like this, she just got up and ready to drop the knife.

    "Fu Zhihuan!" Wen Ruan was anxious and stepped forward to stop him.

    "Bang."

    But before she could get close, she heard a crisp sound.

    The next second, he pulled the other hand over the flat head and pressed the back of the hand against the table. Then it was his hand holding the knife, aiming the tip of the knife at the back of the hand pressing the flat head on the table, and plunging it down without any hesitation.

    Before the tip of the knife fell, the scream of the flat head and the throat came one step ahead.

    The companions who were still watching the play just now jumped up from the sofa.

    After an incomparably clear sound, Fu Zhihuan raised his head, calmly looked at the flat head in front of his eyes that was so frightened that there were even some tears oozing out, snorted lightly, and then moved his hand away.

    The tip of the knife did not penetrate the back of the man's hand.

    It passed through the fingers with great precision, and was deeply embedded on the coffee table, without even scratching the skin.

    Wen Ruan breathed a sigh of relief.

    Sure enough, no matter where he goes, this person still doesn't follow the script as always.

    Fu Zhihuan straightened up, straightened his cuffs, and said in a low voice, "Are you in your twenties?"

    Ping-headed hoarse, and he hadn't shaken his mind from the panic just now, but he also knew how difficult the man in front of him was: "Twenty."

    "You're still young, there's no need to watch movies to learn such side-by-side things, this is not a good way out."

    Fu Zhihuan glanced at the knife standing on the table: "A waiter has already called the police just now. You have some knives and you will be detained for a few days."

     After sitting for a while, I regained my senses, and then suddenly felt sorry.

    Although this man does not look easy to mess with, but after all, he is a roomful of people, how can he recognize him.

    So he slapped the table and bluffed: "Don't **** me here, this street is under my control, believe it or not—"

    "Before you offend someone, you can ask about the background before deciding."

    Fu Zhihuan raised his hand and made an interrupting gesture, then pointed at Wen Ruan next to him: "You control this street? But in a street like this, her family can buy ten."

    Wen Ruan was caught off guard, but after thinking about it for a while, he hesitated to correct: "...But I think there should be more than ten."

    “…”

    Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while.

    Just an example, not for showing off.

    The author has something to say: there should be a late night surprise tonight (although it is quite late now)

    …

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 16 bottles of kimkim, mint dyed qi; 10 bottles of Xiaosan want to eat meat; 7 bottles of GOSH? bottle; 1 bottle of Xiaoai;

    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!