he is intoxicated

"Brother, it's you, you, how could you hit me?" Link held the back of his head, stuttering in pain.

Lin Mobai stared at him with a handsome face coldly, "What are you doing?"

Link pointed to Nan Hua who was lying wet on the seat, "This bitch surnamed Shen snatched Yan Yan's fiancé and messed up her marriage. I happened to meet her tonight, so I can vent her anger. Since Now that you're here, I'll leave it to you, this girl is pretty, but she has a bad temper, but the more she is like this, the more enjoyable it is to play..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a "pop".

Link got slapped.

Lin Mobai was so strong that he beat him around in a circle, staring at him and feeling dizzy.

After he finally stood still, half of his face was already red and swollen.

Link covered his red and swollen face, and looked at Lin Mobai in disbelief, "Brother, you hit me? You hit me again? You hit me one after another for an outsider!"

"In the future, if you touch her with a finger again, I'll chop off your hand!" Lin Mobai's beautiful peach eyes were frighteningly cold.

Link was so stared that his whole body shivered, and he didn't dare to say anything anymore. At that moment, he felt that he wanted to kill himself.

Lin Mobai walked up to Nan Hua, helped her up from the seat, took off the thin white casual jacket, put it on her body, and carefully helped her pull the zipper to the top.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, gently wiped off the wine on her face and neck, carefully brushed her hair behind her ears, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Nanhua nodded, her shoulders hurt from being pressed by the bodyguards, her jaw was swollen from being pinched by Link, and her feet were still there.

The shoe fell off without knowing when, and the foot stepped on the shards of the glass. The shards got stuck in the flesh, and the blood flowed sticky, which was painful.

But the wound was on the sole of the foot, and Lin Mobai didn't see it.

After handing Nanhua to Zhu Li, he stood up, walked to the group of bodyguards, stared at them like stars, "Who touched Miss Shen just now?"

The four or five bodyguards looked away, not wanting to admit it.

"That means they've all been touched, right? Come all over!" Lin Mobai snapped.

The bodyguards looked terrified but did not dare to disobey, and walked slowly one by one.

Lin Mo waved his hands, "Crack!"

A slap across the face of the first bodyguard.

The bodyguard was beaten to the side.

Suddenly came a voice as indifferent as a knife from behind, "Young Master Lin is too kind, isn't this tickling them?"

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

Nanhua raised her head and looked over for the sound.

A tall man walked over, surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black, his handsome features were flickering under the grotesque lights, his eyes as deep as black jade were unfathomable.

Nan Hua turned her head to look at Zhu Li, "You called him?"

Zhu Li nodded, "I was going to call my friends to help, but they are too good to be able to help when they come. Hearing you say Mr. Huo, I happen to have his number in my cell phone address book, so I took advantage of the bodyguard I accidentally sent him a message saying that you are in trouble."

"Why don't you call the police directly?"

Zhu Li said in a low voice, "You have to talk to the police, and you'll be noticed as soon as you speak."

Nan Hua thought about it, "That's true."

Suddenly hearing a "bang", Nan Hua and Zhu Li raised their heads in surprise.

He saw Huo Beiyao's bodyguard named A Biao throwing a flowerpot at the head of Link's bodyguard.

Huo Beiyao went to the sofa and sat down, leaning his shoulders back, crossing his long legs, sitting casually, with a handsome face indifferent, and said to Lin Mobai: "See? This is called punishment."

The corners of Lin Mobai's lips moved slightly and he did not speak.

The faces of the remaining bodyguards suddenly changed color with fright, and Qiqi looked at Link.

Link's face had already turned pale, and the blood on the top of his head flowed down from his forehead, blurring his vision.

He covered the back of his head, walked slowly in front of Huo Beiyao, lowered his head and said, "Brother Beiyao, you see this is a misunderstanding, I just wanted to buy Miss Shen a drink, she didn't give me face, so I argued a few words I didn't care about her much, if you don't believe me, you can ask Miss Shen."

Huo Beiyao looked up at Nan Hua, "Is what he said true?"

Nan Hua sneered in her throat, "A group of big men forced me to drink phlegm-laced wine and molested me. Is there anything wrong with that? Is there anything wrong with killing people?"

Huo Beiyao's eyes darkened suddenly, and his brows twitched a few times in anger. After taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and said, "Second Young Master Lin, you are not kind, what is a group of big men bullying a woman!"

Link was so frightened that he didn't dare to look directly at him, his head was lowered, and he was about to get into his chest, and whispered: "I also want to vent my anger for Sister Yanyan. You and her have always been good, but suddenly because of this Shen Nanhua Regret the marriage, she couldn't accept it, she was crying at home all day, I couldn't stand it..."

Huo Beiyao heard the point, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and his voice was cold: "She asked you to trouble Shen Nanhua?"

Link quickly raised his head and waved his hands again and again, "No, no, no, it's me, it's me who doesn't like her, so I want her to drink a glass of wine. After drinking, I will naturally let her go."

Huo Beiyao rolled his eyes, his handsome face was indifferent, "Drink, right? Well, you drink one too, apologize to Miss Shen, and this matter is over."

Link was overjoyed, "Really?"

Huo Beiyao hummed.

Link raised his hand and shouted, "waiter, open another bottle of Louis XIII."

Huo Beiyao pressed down with his big and well-articulated hands, "No, I've got someone to prepare wine."

Link wrung his hands and smiled embarrassingly, "I'm so sorry to ask Brother Yao to prepare drinks."

Huo Beiyao smiled lightly, "It should."

Xiao Wen came over, put the two bottles of wine on the table with a "bang", picked up the corkscrew, and opened the two bottles of wine separately.

Looking at the green wine bottle, Link's smile froze on his face.

He never expected that what Huo Beiyao asked people to prepare turned out to be the legendary burning knife and liquor with a temperature of up to [-] degrees.

"Brother Yao, this, this degree is too high, can I change the wine? I drink whiskey, and vodka is also fine."

Huo Beiyao couldn't distinguish between emotions and anger, but his voice was still faint: "Let's just do it, Xiao Wen pours wine for Second Young Master Lin."

Xiao Wen picked up the wine glass and poured the wine into a glass.

The glass is so big that it takes eight taels to fill it up.

Link began to tremble. If he drank this glass of wine, half of his life would probably be lost.

Xiao Wen picked up the wine glass and handed it to Link, "Second Young Master Lin, please drink."

Link bit the bullet and took it, trembling for a long time, as if suddenly going all out, passed the wine to his mouth, closed his eyes and poured it into his mouth.

Suddenly I heard Huo Beiyao say, "Wait a minute."

Link thought that his heart had softened, and he wanted to let himself go, so he hurriedly put the wine glass on the table, and said with a smile, "Thank you Brother Yao, thank you Brother Yao for your mercy."

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me." Huo Beiyao's heroic lips curled into a very shallow arc, and he raised his hand to pick up the ashtray on the table, slowly poured the ash and cigarette butts inside into the wine glass, shook the wine glass, Instruct Xiao Wen: "Spit."

"Alright Mr. Huo." Xiao Wen came over, bent down and spit a big mouthful of phlegm into the wine glass.

Huo Beiyao looked up at Link, "Drink it, don't leave a drop."

Link looked at the glass of wine with ash, cigarette butts and thick phlegm, his face suddenly collapsed into a bitter face, and his shoulders drooped, just like a lost dog.

But he dared not stop drinking.

Gritting his teeth, he picked up the cup and poured it into his mouth.

The smell of the wine was as strong as a fire. It cut the throat and esophagus with a knife, and fell into the stomach like sulfuric acid. Link felt as if his stomach had shed a layer of skin.

At the end of the drink, there was a cigarette butt stuck in my throat, which was difficult to swallow, and there was a mouthful of thick phlegm.

He was so nauseated that his stomach convulsed, and suddenly he covered his mouth and vomited, throwing up mountains and seas, making a mess all over the place.

The strong sour taste is not something ordinary people can bear.

Everyone covered their mouths and noses.

Huo Beiyao frowned slightly, stood up, shoulders straight, tall and tall, and told Xiao Wen in a low voice: "If you spit it out, stuff it back for him. If you can't finish two bottles of wine, don't let him go."

Immediately, everyone in the audience was about to vomit.