In the club, the lights are dim, which makes people feel depressed.

The door of the box was pushed open, and the people sitting on the sofa jumped up in an instant.

The club manager came in, opened the door wide, and then stepped aside.

"Jiang Shao, please."

SUN Hao's face turned white when he heard the name.

He looked at the tall figure walking in with frightened eyes, and his body subconsciously wanted to step back.

"Jiang, Jiang Shao..."

Jiang Jingheng swept SUN Hao with cold eyes and went straight to the sofa to sit down.

The manager smiled and said, "Jiang Shao, please tell me something. Help yourself first."

The door of the box closed and there was silence in the room.

SUN Hao stood there, feeling that the air conditioner in the box was turned on too low. He was shivering when it was cold.

He looked up carefully at the man sitting on the sofa like an emperor.

"Jiang Shao, what can I do for you?"

He asked cautiously. In fact, he probably knew the reason why he was arrested.

At the moment, however, he could not repent.

Jiang Jingheng sat on the sofa with his legs folded. His light brown eyes seemed to be cold as ice.

His mouth was slightly crooked, and his tone was careless and lazy, "Oh? Did you forget? "

SUN Hao was humiliated. No one could feel the murderous spirit hidden under his calm face better than him.

He remembered that several of his men who chased people yesterday came back and told him about meeting Jiang Shao. He immediately understood it.

He hurriedly said, "Jiang Shao, I didn't know it was your man. If I knew, I wouldn't dare to have that kind of mind."

"What kind of mind?" Jiang Jingheng looked at him carelessly.

He was like a hunter, watching his prey struggle on the trap he set.

How dare SUN Hao answer? The more calm Jiang Jingheng is, the more uneasy he is.

Jiang Shao's means he hasn't seen, but he hasn't heard less.

Several people in the circle once got drunk and laughed at Jiang Shao's origin, which happened to meet Jiang Shao.

Later, he never heard from those people again.

With a bang, he suddenly knelt on the ground.

"Jiang Shao, I'm an asshole. I deserve to die. As long as you forgive me, I can do anything this time."

Jiang Jingheng suddenly stood up, approached and looked down at the kneeling people on the ground.

His light brown eyes were gloomy, and his handsome face was cold.

Suddenly he stepped on SUN Hao's right hand with one foot and said in a quiet voice, "did this hand hit her?"

SUN Hao felt that his hand was about to be crushed and shouted, "ah..."

The corridor was empty, and bursts of shrill screams came from the private room from time to time, which made people shudder.

Suddenly, the door of the private room opened and Jiang Jingheng came out.

He wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and there was no emotion on his handsome face.

He wiped his hands and threw the bloody handkerchief to Lian Jun

Lian Jun looked at the private room behind him and said, "clean it up."

"Yes!" The man inside answered.

Lian Jun caught up with Jiang Jingheng and asked, "young master, go back to the villa now?"

Jiang Jingheng took a look at his clothes. There were some blood stains on his white shirt and a smell of blood on his hands.

"Hotel."

Lian Jun understood what he meant. He was afraid that Mrs. Shao would find out.

"Yes!"

Inside the private room, SUN Hao lay on the ground panting, and the rust smell in his mouth made him want to vomit.

He even felt several broken ribs

He looked at the broken bloody fingers next to his cheek, and the piercing pain seemed to appear again.

He regretted what happened last night, and blamed the woman. Who didn't bring it here, but wanted to bring Jiang Shao's woman.

I just hope Jiang Shao can calm down and forget this unpleasant thing.

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