After eating, Nan Xing went to the bathroom.
When I came out, I suddenly saw a familiar figure in the corridor.
At first Nan Xing thought he had mistakenly admitted the wrong person.
Until the woman who was forcefully kissed by the bald old man against the wall began to whimper.
"Mr. Zhao, I really can't drink anymore. If I drink any more, I'll vomit...well,"
Old men simply don’t listen to women’s excuses.
One hand hugged the woman's slender waist, the other held her chin, and his mouth full of alcohol was aimed at the woman's red lips.
Several individual tourists passed by in the corridor. Seeing this scene, they had long been accustomed to it. Then they made a joke, shook their heads and walked away.
A place like Charming is a gold-selling cave for rich people.
The most indispensable thing is women.
Except for serious people who come here to drink and get drunk, there are also people who come here to hang out with rich and powerful bosses.
Judging from what the woman was wearing just now, it was obviously the latter.
So everyone is not surprised and chooses to automatically ignore it.
Nan Xing didn't have the habit of meddling in other people's business. He snorted coldly, turned around and left.
At this moment, the woman controlled by the man struggled to get a chance to breathe.
The moment I looked up, I saw the southern star.
As if she saw a life-saving straw, the woman struggled more violently and shouted from her throat: "Miss Nanxing, save me..."
Nan Xing paused for a moment, but only looked back at the other party.
Then left indifferently.
"Woooooooo..."
Watching Nan Xing's back disappear at the top of the stairs, the woman's last hope was shattered.
With tears streaming down his face, he gave up his dying struggle as if he had resigned himself to his fate.
Let the old Mediterranean man enter the box with his slender waist.
"Sister Xing, what's wrong? You look absent-minded."
Returning to the box, Liu Xiaobei saw that Nan Xing pursed her lips tightly, something was not right.
"nothing."
Nan Xing snapped his fingers, and a bartender came over immediately and handed Nan Xing a glass of brandy.
Nan Xing picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The scene he just saw in the corridor suddenly appeared in his mind.
Damn it!
The wine glass fell heavily on the table, and Nan Xing folded his crossed legs.
"I still have something to do, let's go first," Nan Xing patted Liu Xiaobei on the shoulder, "You should go back early and send me a message when you get there."
"Okay." Liu Xiaobei raised his little head, "Sister Xing, if you have something to do, go ahead and make an appointment another day."
"Um."
After saying that, Nanxing quickly left the booth.
Returning along the original path, Nanxing saw that there was no one in the corridor.
Just then a young man came over, it was a charming staff member.
Nan Xing stopped the person, "Did you just see a girl? She was taken away by a bald man."
After speaking, Nan Xing briefly described the other party's appearance.
The younger brother frowned and looked at Nan Xing for a few times, and finally pointed to one of the private rooms behind him, "I think I went there."
"Thanks."
Nan Xing took a deep breath and rushed to the box to check without stopping.
The door of the private room was ajar, and the light inside was dim and ambiguous, drawing two figures on the couch.
The man gasped like a wild boar, and the bound woman sobbed silently.
All the senses were infinitely amplified in the dark night. Xiaofang suddenly became afraid and stretched out her hands to push away the man in front of her.
"No, don't do this to me..."
The man drank wine and was in high spirits under the numbness of alcohol. How could he let go of the fat around his mouth.
Coupled with the disparity in strength between men and women, a man can suppress a woman who is constantly resisting with one hand.
Xiaofang struggled desperately and discovered several bottles of wine on the table through the moonlight.
In desperation, Xiaofang gritted her teeth and prepared to pick up the bottle to help herself gain a chance to escape.
But as soon as she stretched out her hand, the man grabbed her and slapped her hard on the face.
Xiaofang was beaten until her cheeks were red and swollen, and her head tilted to one side.
Then I heard the man’s drunken cursing,
"You bitch, how dare you plot against me? It's a blessing for me to touch you. Don't give me a damn toast and you'll be fined for it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man tore open the woman's collar.
While smiling sheepishly, he was about to kiss her.
At the critical moment, the door of the box was kicked open.
"Fuck, who doesn't have the guts to dare to ruin my good deeds?!"
The man bent over and lay on the sofa, trying to turn his head to see what was going on. As the box door opened, bright and dazzling light from the corridor shone in, and the man's vision turned completely white.
Nothing could be seen clearly except a figure.
Nan Xing walked closer and without saying a word, he picked up the wine bottle on the table and hit the man on the head.
Nan Xing understands the human body structure very well, so this move will not hurt the man's vitals.
But he was also ruthless.
After one bottle, the man would have a slight concussion and lie in bed for a while.
"ah--"
Accompanied by the man's heart-rending scream, the bottle shattered, and the beer inside flowed down the man's head with white foam.
While the man fell to the ground, Xiaofang quickly escaped from the sofa.
Still in shock, he combed his messy clothes and hair with trembling hands.
When she looked up and saw who was coming, Xiaofang's breath almost froze, her eyes widened, "Nan..."
"Why don't you leave quickly? Do you want to die?" Nan Xing gave the woman a cold warning look.
Hearing this, Xiaofang felt like she was being pardoned and left the box without looking back.
Nan Xing clapped his hands, took out an alcohol wipe from his bag, and wiped his hands with some disgust.
He took one last look at the man kneeling at his feet.
The man had passed out, with dirty blood and wine flowing under his body.
With a snap, Nan Xing threw the wet wipe on the man.
Saying something unlucky, he turned around and left the box.
After walking out of the charming scene, Nan Xing lowered his eyes and glanced at his watch. It was five o'clock in the afternoon.
Thinking about the agreement with his eldest brother, Nan Xing walked to the side of the road to hail a taxi.
At this moment, a trembling voice sounded from a corner behind him.
Nan Xing turned around, saw Xiao Fang's face, and frowned in displeasure.
"Why aren't you leaving yet? Are you waiting to be taken back?"
Nan Xing's voice was cold, and his expression when he spoke was devoid of warmth.
There was an indifference coming from his bones.
"I...Miss Nanxing, I'm sorry."
"Thank you for saving me just now. If it weren't for you, I would just..."
Thinking of what happened just now, Xiaofang still has lingering fears.
"Ms. Nan Xing, I didn't expect you to help me. It was my fault for what happened before. I'm really sorry."
Xiaofang burst into tears and was about to kneel down in front of Nan Xing with a plop.
Nan Xing had already expected it and grabbed one of her arms, "There's no need to say anything too pretentious. Besides, I can't bear your gift."
Why couldn't Xiaofang hear the sarcasm in Nan Xing's words?
She was a little embarrassed, and her eye circles were even redder.
"Ms. Nan Xing, actually I have thought about it carefully these past few days. There are some things I did wrong. I am here to solemnly apologize to you. I hope you can forgive me."
