"Hey, you have personality, I like it, sir!" the man said, about to take action.
Before his hand even touched her, she slapped him away, and the impatience in his eyes suddenly turned cold: "I say it again, get out of the way!"
He pretended not to hear and looked her up and down, his eyes filled with a rogue spirit: "Tsk, tsk, this figure, this look, such a beauty!"
Gu Beisheng's breathing was heavy.
She felt that all her blood was boiling, and her whole body was hot and uncomfortable.
Even though several sensory points on the body were anesthetized with silver needles, the time was too long and the sensitivity amplified tenfold, so the previous acupuncture had no effect.
If I don't leave quickly, I'm afraid the powder on my clothes will have its effect.
She didn't bother to argue anymore, so she passed him and walked out.
The man was like a dog-skin plaster, and he chased her and blocked her way, saying filthy words: "Don't go, little beauty, I heard that Fu Xizhou has been seriously ill for a long time, and he has to endure it to attend such an event.
, I’m afraid that his lower body is already dead, so how can he give you happiness?”
His eyes were full of evil intentions, and he stretched out his hand to touch her cheek: "Unlike the young master, I have experienced hundreds of battles, and I will definitely make you..."
boom--
When his hand was three centimeters away from her cheek, Gu Beisheng dodged, then grabbed his hand, bent over, used her legs and feet together, and gave him a severe shoulder throw.
"Ah! You bitch, how dare you attack me?" The man fell to the ground and roared angrily.
Gu Beisheng clapped his hands, his eyes full of disgust, as if he had touched something dirty, and said coldly: "You should thank me for sparing your life."
Everyone looked over to see who dared to touch the people brought by Fu Xizhou. When they saw it was Wang Heming, they were not surprised at all.
He is of foreign nationality, not from Bincheng. His uncle has dozens of mercenaries, all of them are desperadoes, so he has a temperament that is not afraid of trouble.
Even if you are dissatisfied with him, for the sake of his uncle, you will turn a blind eye.
Wang Heming has never been surrounded by so many people watching this kind of joke since he was a child. He angrily cursed: "You fucking bitch!"
He got up and rushed over, trying to grab Gu Beisheng's hair.
However, before he could get close, Gu Beisheng raised his leg and kicked him directly in the stomach.
Wang Heming took a few steps back in pain, clutching his stomach, and the anger in his eyes was almost killing people: "You ignorant bitch, I have fallen in love with you. That is the blessing you have earned in eight lifetimes. Tonight, I will
If I don’t kill you, I won’t call you Wang Heming!”
"Indeed, you should be called Bastard!"
Suddenly, the hall burst into laughter.
Shi Qing worriedly whispered in Fu Xizhou's ear: "Second Young Master, although Madam knows Taekwondo, she is still a girl. Shouldn't we help her?"
Fu Xizhou's eyes never moved away from her cheeks. Her cheeks were too red today, which seemed a little unusual.
He narrowed his eyes for a moment and opened his lips: "She can handle it."
His intuition told him that she didn't like him meddling in her affairs.
Of course, he will not let these people go.
Shi Qing was stunned. This was the first time for him to hear the Second Young Master being so sure of a person's ability.
Mrs. Shen and the Shen family's daughter-in-law tried to persuade each other nicely, but Wang Heming showed no face at all: "If I don't kill her today, I won't be able to establish a foothold in Bincheng from now on!"
He picked up his cell phone and made a call, his tone extremely arrogant: "Brother, call some brothers to come to Shen's house!"