Chapter 55

Fan Xing hurried over to stand in front of Eric, looking at those people vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

The other party was a group of young people in their twenties, dressed in fancy clothes, smoked, smoked and drank, and looked like a ruffian and hooligan, and they were not serious people.

Seeing that someone was protecting Edayc, they still looked like they were not afraid of the sky and the earth.

As a result, before the words were finished, the person who spoke suddenly saw Fan Xing's face clearly, his eyes were fixed on Fan Xing's body, looking up and down, without concealing the surprise in his eyes, his expression and tone gradually became ambiguous, and he said, "Yo, it turns out that She's a little beauty. This little brother is your friend? We didn't think about it, but he didn't pay us for drinking our wine. We opened the door to do business, and we can't do business at a loss, don't you think?"

Fan Xing's mind was mostly on the e-day c, and he didn't care about the other party's strange attitude at all. He turned around to support the drunk e-day c and couldn't take a look at them, and asked casually, "How much? I'll pay for him."

"Not much, that is, forty or fifty thousand yuan, this little..."

"How much?" Fan Xing was taken aback and looked back at them with wide eyes, thinking that he had hallucinated.

Those people seemed to like seeing his reaction, so they all burst into laughter, and when they had enough, they giggled and said, "Why, can't afford it? It doesn't matter, do you think this is good? The little beauty just has to accompany us to drink... …what!"

The other party, a young man with dyed hair, spoke with an ambiguous attitude, but he didn't shy away from reaching out to touch Fan Xing's face, but he didn't touch Fan Xing's face. People fell out.

Before Fan Xing could react, he saw that the drunken Eri C had already rushed up behind him. He sealed the opponent's neckline and lifted him up, punched him one after another, and cursed in English inarticulately. other side.

E-R-C was already fighting fiercely, and the opponent was completely unprepared. At this time, he was beaten and had no power to fight back, so he could only curl up and let out an unpleasant wailing.

Only then did the others come to their senses. Seeing that the boss was beaten, they immediately surrounded him.

Seeing this, Fan Xing hurried to Edayc's side, but it was too late to persuade. The other party relied on the large number of people and did not intend to reconcile at all. All of them were fierce and vicious. Star and e and c were smashed.

Here He Qingmo was only able to make a phone call, but there was already a melee, and Fan Xing was still surrounded by a circle.

His face sank, and the man had already rushed forward. He pulled away the little gangster who was holding a chair and was about to hit Fan Xing, and kicked the man.

Fan Xing was worried that E Day C would suffer from being drunk, so he kept behind him. At this time, when He Qingmo came over, he felt relieved.

But the chaotic scene did not stop because of this, but it has a tendency to intensify.

The drunk E-R-C didn't reckon with the consequences, and he attacked with extreme ferocity. Although he had a lot of money on his body, the people who attacked him were beaten even more severely. Several of them rolled on the ground while covering their stomachs, unable to stand at all. stand up.

The people in the bar are all from a group, and they are local snakes. People in this area don’t dare to provoke them. Everyone was so angry that they just wanted to avenge their own people and vent their anger, so almost the entire bar gathered.

Although He Qingmo and Eric were not weak, Fan Xing could take good care of themselves, but their fists were no match for four, so they would definitely suffer in this way.

Just when Fan Xing was getting more and more anxious, suddenly someone in the other party's group shouted in surprise, "He Qingmo? It's He Qingmo!"

In the chaotic bar, someone was holding an empty wine bottle high a second ago, someone was yelling while clutching his stomach, but the next second, these people were as if they had been acupointed, motionless.

Only one person couldn't stop the car, and smashed the bottle of wine on Fan Xing's head.

He Qingmo quickly protected Fan Xing, the wine bottle smashed heavily on He Qingmo's shoulder and shattered to the ground.

"Brother!" Fan Xing turned around and saw this scene, couldn't help exclaiming, and subconsciously reached out to check He Qingmo's injury.

The hand was held by the man, and the man shook his head at him, indicating that he was fine, and then looked at the little gangster who had just started coldly.

When the other party heard He Qingmo's name, he instinctively wanted to stop, but his brain couldn't control his body after drinking, and the wine bottle was smashed out.

At this time, seeing that he not only made a move, but also smashed a man who could not be provoked at all, he was sobered by the fright, his legs were weak, and looking at He Qingmo's voice trembled, "He...he..."

As a result, facing He Qingmo's freezing eyes, he stammered for a long time and couldn't say a complete sentence.

In fact, he wasn't the only one. Except for the drunk E Day C and Fan Xing, everyone else looked at He Qingmo in disbelief and dared not let it out.

There was chaos just now, and most of these people had drunk some wine, so no one could see He Qingmo's face clearly, or they didn't expect that He Qingmo would appear here.

But the exposure rate of He Qingmo's face is very high, and it is impossible for young people to not know him if they pay attention to the news.

So it is impossible to admit wrong.

It's just that even if they saw it clearly, they felt like they were dreaming. How could a person like He Qingmo appear in a place like them?

However, the fact is that the man stood in front of them alive, his expression indifferent and calm, his deep eyes fell on the little gangster who had just smashed a wine bottle on his shoulder just now.

Obviously there is no emotion, but no one dares to do it again, because everyone knows clearly that they cannot afford to offend this person.

He Qingmo grabbed Fan Xing's hand and squeezed it. He was very angry at this time, not because he was hit by a wine bottle, but because the wine bottle would have hit Fan Xing's head.

As soon as he thought of the possible results, the anger in his heart swelled upwards, and it was a little bit uncontrollable.

When Fan Xing felt a little pain in his hand, he turned his attention from the man's shoulder to the man's body, and only then did he realize that the man's emotions were different.

He quickly grabbed the man's arm and called him softly, "Brother."

He Qingmo turned his head and met the child's clear eyes, revealing faint worry and comfort.

He sighed lightly, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I won't beat him to the point of hemiplegia, let's go." As he spoke, he lifted the drunken Eric up and pulled Fan Xing along. go out.

He knew that Fan Xing didn't want to make things worse. The popular tourist area here is crowded with people. If he really hits people out of his own anger, there will always be some trouble afterwards.

Forget it, he called Song Yang just now when he entered the door, and Song Yang knew how to deal with it.

Although he really wanted to do it himself, the timing was not right, and Eric was really a master who would cause trouble. He was more ruthless than anyone else when he fought, and immediately fell unconscious after the fight.

The key is that the new injury adds to the old injury, lying there motionless, looks pitiful.

So He Qingmo decided to leave this place of right and wrong first.

Fortunately, it was already midnight, and no one was outside.

After they left the bar, they drove to the helicopter and boarded the return flight, as they did when they came.

Eric was so drunk that he was unconscious. After He Qingmo threw him on the bed, he saw Fan Xing twisting a towel over. He picked it up and wiped Eric's face with a rude gesture. .

There are several bruises on Eric's face, some are left over from the fight with Qin Xiuming last night, and some are new injuries today. He Qingmo's strength is too strong. When encountering these places, Eric can't help frowning. , it seems to be a little painful.

Fan Xing stood by and watched, couldn't help but opened his mouth to speak, but in the end he swallowed "I'll come" back, anyway, he knew that He Qingmo could not let him come.

So he waited obediently, and after He Qingmo wiped it off, he took the towel and turned to go to the kitchen to prepare a hangover soup, but He Qingmo stopped him, "Don't be busy, he's so drunk, you are He can't even drink when he's ready."

Said the man glanced at the time, it was nearly four o'clock, "There is still a little time, you go in and lie down for a while."

He knew that Fan Xing would definitely insist on going back to class, and it was useless to persuade him, so he bought some time to let him sleep for a while.

Fan Xing shook his head gently, "It doesn't matter, I have no class this morning, so I can go back to sleep again. And I can't sleep right now."

While talking, Fan Xing pulled He Qingmo to the outside lounge, let the man sit on the sofa, and leaned over and stretched out his hand to take off the man's clothes.

The man grabbed his wrist, leaned back on the sofa, looked at him with a meaningful smile, and said in a teasing tone, "Yo, are you so active today?"

Fan Xingming knew that he did it on purpose, but he was thin-skinned and his cheeks were still a little hot. He glared at the man angrily, "Let me see your injury."

That wine bottle was not light, and He Qingmo was also thinner, so the shoulders must be injured.

In fact, when he reached out, the man knew his intention, but he didn't want him to worry, and then deliberately opened the topic.

"fine……"

"let me see!"

But Fan Xing insisted on this incident. Bai Jing's little hand grabbed his jacket and looked up at his eyes. Bai's cheeks were red because of the man who was only a man, but his eyes were firm.

The man laughed and gave a concession, "Okay, can your daughter -in -law be seen? Come on!" Speaking of both hands and a stall, he leaned on the sofa with a generous manner, looked at Fan Xing with a smile, and listened. Respect, Ren Jun picked.

Fan Xing was worried about him, so he didn't talk to him, and he agreed to see him, and immediately took off his coat, and the man cooperated very well.

But after the jacket was taken off, Fan Xing had a bit difficult, because there was only one shirt in the man.

He wants to look at the man's shoulder, and he must take off his shirt, but ... some, it is difficult.

Although their relationship is normal, they are normal, but they have not seen each other frankly after all, and he goes off He Qingmo's clothes ... Thinking about him, he feels panicked.

So he hesitated and did not move.

Men did not urge, and still maintained a loose posture on the sofa, looking at the cramped children with a smile.

After a while, Fan Xing looked up at the man, poor, just like the kitten who only pleased the owner, hoping that the man could do it by himself.

However, the man was unmoved at all, and he deliberately moved his shoulders, pretending to be very painful, and then said that he could not move and could not do it.

When Fan Xing saw him like this, he glanced at him angrily, feeling that he shouldn't worry about this guy at all, and he would play it like this. Eighty percent is really okay, no matter him!

Fan Xingqi thought, but still couldn't convince himself, don't worry, so he could only rely on the buttons to help men unlock the shirt.

The two people were very close to this posture, and He Qingmo still kept a posture of listening to respect, looking at the children who bowed their heads in his chest.

The child's head was very low, and he couldn't see his face. He could feel the small movement of his body who accidentally touched his body as if he could shrink back when he touched his body.

He originally wanted to tease the children to play, and wanted to see the child's nervous and shy appearance, but now he regrets it.

Because of the nervousness and clumsy movement, the slightly cool fingertips always accidentally scratched his chest. He was tickling in his heart and couldn't help but want to do something.

His eyes were sinking, his arms stretched on the back of the sofa moved, and the result had not lifted up. The child suddenly raised his head, his tone was light and fast, "Don't rely on." Then gently help He stepped back his shirt, but his eyes didn't look at him at all.

However, the crimson cheek couldn't hide, and because of the face -to -face posture of the two, he wanted to take off the man's shirt, and he had to be close to the man, so that he could almost clearly feel the man's breathing.

Although he tried not to think of himself as much as possible, he would still tremble uncomfortably when he had a low eyelashes. When he accidentally touched the man's body, he even became hot and red.

The man cooperated with him straight back, but he never spoke, only looking down at him, his deep eyes fell on his crimson face, just like sticking to it, how could he not move, the sense of youthfulness lingered in his Between the nasal interest, it is looming, and it is very hooking.

The man felt itchy, his throat became more and more dry. He couldn't help swallowing, his arm was looped on the waist of the children, but suddenly he heard that Fan Xing took a breath, and then he took the initiative to surround him. The neck was lying on his shoulder.

The man was pleased to take the initiative to take the initiative, but suddenly felt that the child's fingers gently pressed on his shoulder, and then a tingling came, and he couldn't help frowning.

Fan Xing's bright eyebrows tighter than men.

He knew that it would definitely be hurt. That bastard almost smashed all his best, and the bottle was broken into flowers. How could it be okay?

The man's shoulder was swollen and swollen. His fingers slipped lightly, and he could feel that the man's shoulder was slightly jitter, which showed that it must be painful.

Fan Xing's eyes flashed with a touch of pity, and quickly pushed the man's neck, jumped from the sofa, ran to the locker to find a while, and returned with a bottle of medicinal wine.

"It's okay..."

The man still wanted to comfort him, but Fan Xing interrupted him again. His expression was a little serious, and his tone was filled with distress, "Why are you all right? Go back and let me rub it for you." Push the man, let him sit sideways, kneel behind him, pour the medicinal wine into the palm of his hand and rub it for him.

He Qingmo didn't speak anymore, just sat obediently and let the children help him with medicine.

He himself didn't think that this injury was a big deal, and he could just ignore it for a few days.

But the child loves him, and of course he has to cooperate obediently.

What's more... It's great that someone feels distressed!

The corners of the man's mouth could not help bending, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

So Fan Xing looked up after taking the medicine and saw the man smiling like he was eating honey. He couldn't help but wonder if he was dazzled and his shoulders were red and swollen into bread. This man could still laugh.

"You're still laughing, don't you know it hurts?" Fan Xing was a little angry, and he didn't know who was angry. Anyway, when he saw the redness and swelling on the man's shoulder, he felt very uncomfortable, but the man seemed to be indifferent.

The man looked back at him and said with a smile, "It hurts, why don't my daughter-in-law give it a blow? The effect of kissing should be better."

The inexplicable discomfort in Fan Xing's heart was dissipated by his shameless trouble. He wrinkled his nose and grimaced at him, "I don't care about you!" Then he picked up the medicinal wine and put it back in the locker.

When he came back, the man rarely felt that he had put on his clothes, probably because he didn't want him to always think about the injury on his shoulder.

Fan Xing's heart warmed, he walked over and sat down beside the man, took the man's hand, and said softly, "Brother, don't do this next time, okay?"

"Huh?" The man didn't react for a while, and raised his eyebrows to look at him.