Fu Shao knelt down today?

Chapter 850 begging him, begging him (8)

Ying Muyao threw down the phone, his face was cool, he raised his hand to touch it, only to realize that he didn't know when he was crying.

There was a desolate smile on the corner of his lips, begging him, begging him, why didn't he know that he was so capable?
"How can you bear your father's death?"

boom--

The wine bottle in his hand was smashed hard, and it shattered with a bang.

Ying Muyao took out the wine from the ice bucket again with red eyes, and poured it down his throat desperately.

There are more and more empty wine bottles scattered on the ground.

I don't know how long it took, Ying Muyao suddenly stood up half drunk and half awake, except for the blurred eyes, the body stood steadily, not like a drunk person at all.

He glanced over the box, only to realize that it was an ordinary box without a bathroom, so he walked out the door, relying on the direction of going directly to the bathroom.

Rong Zhiyi, who had been standing outside the door, looked at his back, and extinguished the cigarette in her hand.

Her eyes dimmed slightly, her red lips were pursed lightly, her eyes followed him, she didn't even see how drunk she was.

Rong Zhiyi blinked her eyes and followed.

Ying Muyao walked into the bathroom, and there was a person standing in front of the sink, holding a paper towel in his hand, and was on the phone.

Ying Muyao walked inside.

"At first I thought I'd missed that girl, but I didn't expect to see her in the newspaper. Tsk tsk, that figure must look very smooth... I heard it's called Nanqiao, and she's the department flower of Capital University. Hahaha, of course I I still want to mess with it, I plan to find someone to tie her up, just like the kid from the Song family last time hahaha...ah—"

A miserable cry sounded like a slaughtered pig.

The man was kicked hard on the side, his fat body hit the wall, bounced back and hit the ground face down, making a loud bang.

He didn't even see the person clearly, he just rolled his eyes and passed out.

Ying Muyao, as if he couldn't see it, stomped on the man, gritted his teeth and said every word: "You dare to think about my woman, you are fucking looking for useless! Ah, I think of you .”

As he said that, he stomped on him again, "You are the one from Wanliu International, right? You were the one who gave Nanqiao the medicine before, you bastard!"

A series of dull sounds sounded.

Rong Zhiyi turned her head to look at the man's face, and then she remembered that she originally prepared this man for Nanqiao, but later she felt that Song Yang was young after all, and it was reasonable to say that Nanqiao cheated. This Wanliu looks so good I'm sorry, but no one believes that Nanqiao derailed.

That's why I chose to cooperate with Song Yang in the end.

Rong Zhiyi stood at the door of the bathroom, watching the scene indifferently, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the blood overflowing from the corner of the man's lips, she frowned and walked into the men's room, pulling Ying Muyao away.

"Mu Yao, stop kicking." Rong Zhiyi said softly.

Ying Muyao frowned, turned his head to look at her, and smiled, "Rong Zhiyi, is it interesting to pester me?"

"Have."

Ying Muyao was taken aback, and suddenly pressed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall, put his hands on her sides, slightly lowered his head to look at her, "Tell me, is the food heroin related to you? My dad's heart disease was reported by the media. I know, is it related to you?"

He stared closely at her eyes, trying to see something from inside, but found that this woman was deeper than himself.

"No." She spit out two words.

Rong Zhiyi also looked at him with bright and open eyes.

As early as when he was probing for the first time, Rong Zhiyi had been on guard, and now her expression was impeccable.

Ying Muyao stared at her for more than ten seconds before straightening up, "I believe you once, go out now."

Rong Zhiyi didn't forget that he hadn't relieved herself, so she went out and closed the door for him by the way.

(End of this chapter)