12dz Chapter 126 Like a Mess
Chapter 126 Like a Mess
Drunk women are really difficult to deal with!
"Song Qingyu!"
Shen Shian emphasized his tone.
Song Qingyu immediately backed down instinctively and handed the phone to the bartender tremblingly.
"Where is she?"
Shen Shian asked.
The bartender told him the address, and Shen Shian immediately hung up the phone, took the car keys and went out.
The bar returned the phone to Song Qingyu.
"I've already told your boyfriend where you are. Stay here. If anything goes wrong, it won't be my fault."
"Here, give me a cocktail..."
Song Qingyu tremblingly made a "1".
The bartender, believing that it is better to make money than not, mixed a cocktail for Song Qingyu and went on with his work.
Song Qingyu held the cup.
My mind is in a mess, like a tangled mess.
The sight before my eyes.
It also becomes blurry.
She didn't notice at all that two people were getting closer and closer to her.
"Beauty, are you alone?"
A man with tattoos on his arms stared at Song Qingyu's face with lustful eyes.
Song Qingyu looked over in the direction of the voice.
There was only a blurry shadow swaying in front of my eyes.
"Who are you?"
"I?"
Another young man with a tin foil perm smiled maliciously.
"We are your boyfriends."
"I, I don't have a boyfriend as ugly as you."
The person is drunk.
I have lost my sanity.
I can now say things that I normally wouldn't say.
Tin Foil Iron immediately became unhappy.
He glared at Song Qingyu: "Fuck, you said I'm ugly? I'll make you feel good later!"
"Okay, take it away quickly."
The man with tattoos gave the tin foil curler a look.
He immediately picked up Song Qingyu and ran away.
"Put me down--"
Song Qingyu sensed something was wrong and struggled hard.
I was already drunk, and being hung upside down like this, my stomach felt churning.
"vomit--"
She spat on the tattooed man's back.
"Damn it, bad luck!"
Huabi was almost disgusted, but he couldn't bear to leave such a beautiful woman behind. He ran while cursing and carrying Song Qingyu.
"Hey, who are you?"
By the time the bartender realized something was wrong, it was too late to go over.
Fortunately, Song Qingyu's cell phone was not taken away. He quickly picked it up and dialed the number that was calling.
Song Qingyu was carried to the door of the bar and was almost dizzy.
The man with tattoos and the one with perm are looking very proud.
A black van stopped in front of him.
A man wearing sunglasses walked down.
"Give it to me."
"What the hell? There are people picking up corpses and intercepting them halfway?"
The man with tattoos and the tinfoil were stunned by the burns.
Just finished.
The man punched him.
Before the man with tattoos could react, his nose started to hurt and feel hot. He reached out to touch it and blood started flowing out.
"If you don't want to die, leave it to me."
The man spoke again.
"Damn it, you're looking for death, aren't you? Why don't you ask where we are from?"
Xifeitang pulled out a knife and stabbed the man.
Huabi also put Song Qingyu aside.
Three people were fighting each other.
But two fists are no match for four hands. No matter how good a man is, he cannot beat these two.
He reached his hand into his clothes and was about to take something out when he caught sight of a Porsche. He looked away angrily, got in the car and left.
"Fuck, you want to fight me?"
Huabi thought he had the upper hand.
Earned with pride.
He squatted down and was about to lift Song Qingyu up again.
A man with a cold expression was walking towards me, and he looked unfriendly.
"What the hell—"
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
The man raised his foot and kicked him hard in the stomach.
The man with the tattoo flew four or five meters away and hit the wall. The pain made him vomit out all the wine he had just drunk.
"court death!"
The tin foil was hot and startled.
The duck in its mouth refused to fly away and pounced towards Shen Shian.
greet him.
Naturally, Shen Shian beat him up again.
Less than two or three minutes.
The man with tinfoil perm and tattooed arms lay on the ground, unable to get up.
"Woo woo woo, did you hit the wrong person, brother?"
Shen Shian came over.
The tin foil burn scared me so much that I cried and snotted.
"Someone just tried to kidnap your girlfriend. If it weren't for us two brothers, your girlfriend would have been taken away by that car just now. Woohoo, even if there is no credit, there is still hard work."
"That's right, damn, your girlfriend vomited all over my new perfume!"
"Is there anyone else?"
Shen Shian looked down at them.
Full of murderous intent.
"Yes, yes. If you don't believe me, just check the surveillance."
Shen Shian glanced at the camera, picked up the still unconscious Song Qingyu, entered the bar, took her mobile phone and bag, and asked Hua Qin to retrieve a surveillance video before leaving.
He placed Song Qingyu in the passenger seat.
She frowned.
He was still dazed, half-closed his eyes, looking at Shen Shian who was sitting in the passenger seat.
Tears fell in that second.
"Why, why?"
Shen Shian didn't know what she meant.
"I should be the one asking you this. Why do you come to the bar when you can't drink?"
There was anger in his words.
If he hadn't arrived in time.
Did she know what was going to happen?
Song Qingyu couldn't hear anything. She felt sad, wronged, and blamed herself.
"Why am I so selfish? It's all because of you, Shen Shian...hiccup——"
Her throat choked.
He bent over and vomited in the car.
Shen Shian: “…”
He looked at Song Qingyu who was vomiting all over the place, feeling both distressed and angry. He gave her a bottle of water and made a phone call.
“Drive to the nearby St. Ann’s Hospital.”
He instructed his assistant.
The car I drive now cannot be driven without washing it.
When Song Qingyu felt better, Shen Shian drove her to St. Ann's Hospital. Fearing that she was feeling uncomfortable, he prescribed some sobering medicine.
"It's nothing serious, but she seems to be emotionally unstable."
The doctor said.
"She kept crying while I was treating her. As a family member, we should spend more time with her."
is crying?
Shen Shian looked at Song Qingyu, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, in confusion.
She was indeed crying.
There are still traces of tears in the corners of my eyes that have not been wiped away.
"Mother……"
She murmured, clutching the bed sheets tightly with her hands.
It was like being trapped in an extremely painful dream.
Shen Shian unconsciously held her hand tightly: "Don't be afraid."
He stroked her hair gently, and Song Qingyu's crying gradually subsided.
Just that frown.
But there is still no relaxation.
What happened to her?
Shen Shian stroked her furrowed brows with his fingers, and the man he met in Miaoshouzhai that day appeared in his mind.
Is it because of that man that I am so unhappy?
Realize this possibility.
Shen Shian clenched his back teeth and tried hard to suppress his jealousy.
"What on earth is going on in your mind?"
at this time.
Across the road from St. Ann's Hospital.
"Song Qingyu was taken away by Shen Shian. This operation failed."
The man made a phone call.
On the other end of the phone, a female voice gnashed her teeth: "Why did Qin Sheng raise you to be so useless?"