The water vapor on the window panes reflects the hazy world outside. At this moment, the people in the bar are still immersed in this palace of joy where emotions can be poured out wildly.
Suddenly a scream broke the relaxed atmosphere.
Just like beating a drum to spread flowers, everyone's heads turned to the source of the sound.
Fang Hongzhe, who was originally sitting in the booth, suddenly stood up with an angry look on his face.
In front of him were Huang Mao, who was forced to kneel down on one knee, and the man who easily held Huang Mao's hand and bent it back.
"We haven't seen each other for a while. Master Fang's taste in making friends is getting worse and worse."
The man smiled lightly, but Huang Mao looked at him with a look of horror that couldn't be concealed.
His hand twisted backwards in a position that was impossible for ordinary people, and the sound of bone cracking and pain were transmitted to his brain at the same time.
He begged for mercy with trembling lips, and cold sweat covered his forehead.
"Mr. Song, I just brought my sister out to play. You are making too much of a fuss." Fang Hongzhe took two steps forward.
Song Zhiyu twisted his neck and said "Oh" indifferently: "Siying doesn't know how to play in this situation, I will take her place."
After saying that, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and threw it casually on Huang Mao's face, then picked up the unopened bottle of wine on the table.
The next second, Ji Wuyin's eyes suddenly opened wide and he stood up on the sofa.
At the same time, she heard gasping sounds all around her.
Song Zhiyu smashed the wine bottle open with Huangmao's teeth and quickly poured the wine into his mouth.
The wine mixed with blood hit him, and Huang Mao coughed violently.
Song Zhiyu let go of his hand in disgust and took a step back. Someone immediately took his place next to him.
He took out a tissue and wiped his hands slowly, looking at the crowd watching the show.
The colorful lights of the bar are still shining, and the rhythmic music has not stopped.
But the scene became inexplicably quiet.
Song Zhiyu finished wiping his hands and tilted his head.
Assistant He Da immediately stepped forward.
"Go," he said.
Dispose of cleanly.
Ji Wuyin watched He Da walk into the crowd of onlookers and knew that he should avoid it at this time.
But his eyes and legs seemed to be disobedient, refusing to move even a little bit.
This was the first time she saw Song Zhiyu do something with her own eyes.
The interlaced lights illuminated his face like a carefully carved work of art. And the coldness and ruthlessness on his body were wrapped in it, like a sharp knife hidden in silk.
Ji Wuyin stared at his angular face, and the scene at the Dongcheng bar a few years ago appeared in front of his eyes.
At that time, she was anonymous and no one knew her true identity. The young men in Southeast City all thought she was a country duck trying to fly up a branch and become a phoenix.
The little duck has no money, no connections, no background, and only has a good appearance, so he will naturally be bullied.
Song Zhiyu left early that day to rush to other provinces, and she was unexpectedly blocked in a bar box.
I thought I had to take action or reveal my identity to escape, but I didn't expect Song Zhiyu to return at the critical moment.
"Zhizhi." Song Zhiyu hugged her, looked up and down and asked, "Are you injured?"
She shook her head, pushed him away, raised her chin towards the box and said, "They said they wanted to vent their anger on Anjia's behalf."
It was Ji Wuyin who used Song Zhiyu's name to cause a small stumbling block for the An family, causing them to lose a project worth hundreds of millions.
Those who were unconvinced did not dare to come to Song Zhiyu, so they could only come to her, but it was considered a mistake to find the right person.
"You go have something to eat first." Song Zhiyu glanced at the person seeking death in the box, kissed her forehead, and pushed the person toward the door.
He Da immediately took her away from the scene.
Ji Wuyin didn't know what happened next. He only knew that Anjia completely disappeared in Shangjing after a day or two.
Did he also do this at that time?
Ji Wuyin's eyes flashed, and he saw Fang Hongzhe frozen in front of Huang Mao, not daring to take another step, while Song Zhiyu half hugged Fang Siying and softly comforted her.
Oh, I didn't coax her so gently at that time.
She collected her thoughts and sat down before He Da came over.
The onlookers were chased away by He Da and immediately dispersed like birds and beasts.
There was a huge flow of people, and no one noticed the excitement in Zhou Qingnan's eyes after seeing the scene just now.
