Rebirth of the National Male God

Chai Liang was stunned, thinking to himself: So you know what you want is unreasonable, and you are so bold to say it, your courage is really fat!

Dou Wenqing's hand rubbing against the fragments of the cat's ear stopped, and a trace of waves flashed in his eyes, "Then you owe me one more time this time."

"No." Si Huang refused without a pause.

She refused too quickly, she didn't even mean to be polite, and the jaws of the onlookers were about to drop.

"..." Dou Wenqing himself had a moment of stunned expression on his face. He didn't expect that she would refuse so quickly, and then it was as cold as a layer of ice, and his eyes were terrifying.

He stretched out his hand and was about to grab Si Huang's chin, his cold lips parted lightly, "Do you say it again?"

Anyone can hear that Dou Ershao is on fire, and I really dare to say it again, it is definitely the rhythm of courting death.

If you want to change someone else, you must stand in place and let him catch him in order to extinguish his fire, and apologize vigorously.

Si Huang turned sideways to avoid the past.

"Bang——" Some people were so frightened that they almost fell to their knees.

The atmosphere solidified.

In the crowd, Li Jiming and the other three were still worried about Si Huang. Li Jiming just gritted his teeth and took two steps forward, when he saw Zhao Yang sneaking back, pulling his arm, "Come on, I have something to discuss with you."

"He's still there, how can he leave!" Li Jiming stared at the Sihuang piece.

Zhao Yang's eyes flickered, "He knows Er Shao, he must be fine, we are different."

Li Luona shouted unhappily: "You caused this trouble, and now the God of Wealth is carrying it for you, you actually want to leave?"

"Why did he carry it for me, he obviously helped that woman!" Zhao Yang shied away, seeing Li Jiming still not moving, and begging with a bitter face, "If I wait for the second young master to come back and think about me, I won't be able to leave. It's gone!"

Li Jiming saw that his hand was still bleeding, and his face was full, "You go first, he is the brother I brought, you can't leave it alone!"

Zhao Yang hesitated. He still wanted to ask Li Jiming for help about the second young master's shipment. He would not take people away for discussion at this time, and he was afraid that it would not be so easy to discuss afterward.

Ji Xiang looked at him up and down, and suddenly smiled: "Everyone is a brother, and Zhao Yang will definitely not leave his brother alone."

Zhao Yang, who just wanted to leave this right and wrong place quickly, turned black, and was so embarrassed.

"Ji Xiang is right..." Responding dryly, Zhao Yang looked at Si Huang angrily. If this kid hadn't insisted on taking part, the matter would have ended long ago!

With the scene he saw, his expression froze.

The others present were no better.

After Si Huang avoided it, he knew that Dou Wenqing would definitely be unhappy, and before his unhappy emotions erupted and caused the tragedy, he had already reached out his hand indifferently.

Snapped.

The clenched fist gently landed on the back of Dou Wenqing's outstretched hand.

Dou Ershao: "..."

It's like pressing a switch, and the person is stuck in place.

If anyone present had raised a cat and was a cat slave, they would have found that Si Huang's actions at the moment were very similar to a game that cats like to play - the back of the hand.

The cat's paw would never be pressed down, but had to be on top. The movements were always light and natural.

The shape of the empty hand and the movement are very similar. With the pair of obsidian eyes behind her mask, it silently dispelled Dou Ershao's terrifying aura.

Si Huang tapped the back of Er Shao's hand twice with his empty palm, "I will prepare this gift of thanks." As for the debt of gratitude? Or forget about redundant commitments!

After two seconds, Si Huang had withdrawn his fist before Dou Wenqing could react.

He looked at Si Huang with strange eyes, "No need." Then, the next sentence: "Come with me to dinner."

"I invite you." Rather than walking with the other party, it is better to fight for the initiative.

Dou Wenqing turned around: "I'm going to change clothes."

Sihuang nodded, "See you on the 36th floor in twenty minutes."

Chai Liang, who was behind Dou Wenqing, looked at Si Huang several times again with the same eyes as a god.

When they were all gone, Si Huang said to the woman in the red dress warmly, "Come with me."

The woman in the red dress nodded silently and followed her footsteps.

Passing by Li Jiming and the others, Si Huang laughed, "Why are you in a daze, let's go."

"Yes, go back first!" Li Jiming also knew that this was not the place to talk.

After temporarily handing Haidongqing Xiaoxue to the staff of the private club, Li Jiming and the others went downstairs with Si Huang.

When they returned to the suite on the 36th floor, they found that it was a mess, and it was outrageous for men and women to play crazy. Li Jiming shouted a few times, and drove them to the indoor swimming pool to make a scene. The waiter was called to clean up the room, and the waiter was also asked to bring three sets of clothes, according to the figure of the woman in red and Si Huang and Zhao Yang.

Before the waiter brought the clothes, Si Huang first found a small medical box in the suite, walked out and said to the woman in the red dress standing in the living room, "Sister Guan, I'll take care of your hand injury first."

The woman in the red dress who was called out by her in a single sentence stiffened for a moment, and then silently took off the mask on her face, revealing the beautiful face admired by countless men.

"You already knew it was me?"

Sihuang put the medical box on the table, took out the tweezers inside, disinfected it with medical alcohol, and smiled at her, "Fortunately, I heard the sound."

"Okay, sit down first and stretch out your hand." She pointed to the sofa.

Guan Li was silent for a second, then obeyed obediently.

"It hurts a little bit, bear with it." Si Huang reminded, looking at the glass shards on the back of her hand stuck in the flesh.

Guan Li was a little embarrassed. He was coaxed like a child by the younger generation who was several years younger than him. In order to ignore the abnormal beating in his heart, he pretended to be cold and said, "Just mess with you."

"That's not good, it's not good to have scars on women." Si Huang moved carefully and quickly to pick out the glass slag on the back of her hand. She had a previous life experience and loved her body very much, and understood what a woman's scar was. such a mood. Even if the attitude on Guan Li's face doesn't matter, if he really leaves a scar, he will still feel sad in his heart.