Yu Keqing quickly dodged his hand and stepped back, "Sir, please respect yourself. Please don't harass me."
The man didn't seem to be a light-hearted man. He smiled wildly and took a step forward, trying to hold her hand.
A broad and strong hand suddenly stretched out, grabbed his slutty hand, and then swung him hard to the ground.
When Yu Keqing saw it, she was pleasantly surprised to see that it was actually Cheng Haochen.
At this time, he stared at the man on the ground with a sharp look, his eyes were as scary as a hunting lion, and he said coldly, "Get out of here."
The man on the ground saw that he had an extraordinary air and did not look like an ordinary person. Moreover, he smelled of alcohol and did not want to cause trouble, so he got up and walked away in despair.
Yu Keqing glanced at Cheng Haochen, who was looking at her deeply with many complicated emotions in his eyes.
There was a feeling of speechlessness in her heart. Ever since the last time in the hospital, she knew that Cheng Haochen must hate her.
She calmed down her emotions, smiled unnaturally, said lightly to him, "Thank you." and walked away.
Just as he took a few steps away, Cheng Haochen suddenly grabbed his wrist.
She looked back at him, and in the dim light, there was an uninhibited smile on his face.
He stared at her closely, the curve of his mouth seemed to be a smile but not a smile. He pulled his lips and said in a cold voice, "I saved you, all you need to say is thank you."
Yu Keqing was stunned and couldn't figure out what he was thinking for a moment, so she asked softly, "Then how do you want me to thank you?"
Cheng Haochen pulled her to the seat, picked up the wine bottle on the table, poured a full glass of wine, and handed it to her.
A smile began to appear on his lips, a smile mixed with endless playfulness. He opened his lips lightly and said, "If you want to thank me, drink this cup."
His voice was casual and indifferent, as if he was asking her to drink a glass of boiled water.
Zhang Yueze, who was standing next to him, looked at him in shock, his expression full of surprise.
Yu Keqing looked at the full glass of wine and trembled heavily.
She knew that he hated her because of his despair and was helpless because of the current reality.
Perhaps it was because he had loved so much that he could not face such reality, so he naturally developed hatred.
Yu Keqing trembled her lips with difficulty, and her tone was slightly bitter, "Originally I should have drank this glass of wine, but my brother was drunk and I came to pick him up. I will express my gratitude to you another day."