Tang Hao tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart and tried to make his expression look more sincere, "I'm no worse than Fuci."

He couldn't get used to the resignation for a long time, and everything pressed him.

He also noticed Fu Ci's precious energy towards Qi Yan. If Qi Yan followed him, would Fu Ci be so angry?

Besides, to pray for this appearance and figure...

But without waiting for him to look more, Qi Yan took a step back and kept a distance from him. On the contrary, he looked at him as if he were looking at a commodity.

The next moment, he saw obvious disgust in Qi Yan's eyes.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in you." Qi Yan retracted his gaze and refused without hesitation.

He looks mediocre, and his height is similar to him. Where does the confidence come from?

What's more, Tang Hao obviously didn't deal with Fu Ci. Eighty percent of the time he was using him as a tool to stimulate Fu Ci. Did he really think he was so easy to deceive?

Tang Hao looked at the contempt and disdain on his face. Although Qi Yan didn't say it, this kind of silent taunt was more hurtful than the voice. He became angry, and the kindness he pretended to be dissipated in an instant, "Qi Yan, you Don't know what to do!"

After he finished speaking, he wanted to grab the prayer and give people a look.

Some people always have to clean up to be honest.

Seeing him pounce, Qi Yan took a step back nimbly, picked up the small vase for decoration next to him, and smashed it on Tang Hao's head unequivocally.

He had seen this bottle for a long time, and he was not wrong at all to Tang Hao.

Tang Hao dodged in embarrassment, but he was still smashed on the shoulder. With a bang, the vase shattered, the splashed porcelain slid across his face, and a bloodstain appeared, and he hissed in pain, " Damn, you are serious!"

Pray that this strength has no mercy at all!

"Just for defense." Qi Yan's expression did not change.

If he really hit Tang Hao's head, given the size of the vase, it wouldn't cause any serious damage. Besides, from their angle, the surveillance camera outside the porch could capture it, which is enough to prove that Tang Hao made the first move.

As early as the moment he found Tang Hao, Qiyan found a way out for himself.

This injury was considered to have paid back the disgusting look Tang Hao had looked at him before.

He thought that Tang Hao would accept the meeting, but he didn't expect that the other party was completely irritated by the pain on his face and the faint smell of blood in the air. .

Qi Yan didn't expect him to be so casual, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes fell on the exposed skin of the other party, as long as he finds a good angle...

But before he could make a move, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a person rushing in at the door of the bathroom. He raised his foot and kicked Tang Hao's back fiercely. Tang Hao didn't have time to react, he stumbled forward and bumped into the sink.

Qi Yan heard the muffled sound of Tang Hao's body colliding with the hard surface of the washbasin at that moment, and accompanied by a scream of pain, Tang Hao's face turned pale.

It doesn't seem to hit lightly.

After Fu Ci put the person down, the first thing to do was to check whether Qi Yan was injured, and after confirming that the other party was okay, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Qi Yan didn't come back for a long time, he came to look for it, but he didn't expect to encounter this scene of the confrontation between the two.

Just as Fu Ci was about to say something, he was caught off guard when he saw the broken vase in Qi Yan's hand. Qi Yan was holding it tightly, his fingertips were white, and he was obviously threatened before.

His face sank immediately. Before he came, Tang Hao had already done something to Qi Yan?

He didn't even think about it, he just kicked Tang Hao, who had not yet recovered, "Who allowed you to touch my person?"

Qi Yan looked at Fu Ci's hostile expression, secretly said that it was not good, just wanted to go up to pull someone, but was directly taken away by the vase in the bathroom, Fu Ci also pushed him out of the bathroom and locked the door.

"Fuci, come out!" Qi Yan called out several times, but no one answered.

It has been a long time since he has seen Fu Ci look so violent. The last time was in high school. Some gangsters in the class did not know how to provoke Fu Ci, and he dragged him directly from the classroom to the toilet. Fu Ci was almost because of this. A break from school.

The current situation is almost the same as it was then.

in the bathroom.

Tang Hao was punched several times by Fu Ci, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he wailed, "Stop beating, I just drank too much!"

Hearing this, Fu Ci held Tang Hao's hair expressionlessly, pressed the man under the faucet, opened the valve, and the cold water poured straight from his head, "Are you awake now?"

Now the weather of more than ten degrees has been poured down from the head by the tap, and it is freezing cold, and a lot of it even flowed directly into the collar, making Tang Hao inexplicably embarrassed.

He didn't expect that Fu Ci could insult him so much. He was just at his age. He was not only despised by Qi Yan, but now with another Fu Ci, Tang Hao burst out, "Crap, Fu Ci, are you so sick! What's your relationship with Qiyan? You protect him so much, why, after sleeping, don't let others touch him?"

"Prayers taste good, aren't they? Friends, what are you pretending to be?"

Fu Ci's expression suddenly turned hideous, and his subordinates pressed his head under the water with force, "Do you try again?"

Tang Hao was frightened by the feeling of suffocation at the bottom of the water and the cruelty in Fuci's words, but after a while, he continued to hold his neck and mouth stiffly, "Yo! It looks like you haven't succeeded yet? Then what are you doing with prayers?"

"Sooner or later, I'm going to get him. He has fine skin and tender meat, and he must taste good..."

What he said was getting more and more dirty. Since he couldn't beat Fu Ci, he might as well be quick with his words. Fu Ci didn't dare to do anything to him anyway.

As soon as Tang Hao thought about it, he felt that something cold was pressing against his neck, and the bottom of the opponent's hand exerted force, and the pain of the skin being cut was clear and direct.

The pool was instantly smeared with blood, a dazzling red.

Fu Ci pressed Tang Hao's neck with the fragments of the vase, and his voice was full of suffocation: "What did you say?"

Tang Hao could hear the ruthlessness in Fuci's tone, he struggled, and the other party pressed the ladle on the back of his head against the tile. He was so big, and it was the first time he felt that death was so close to him.