Stand-in bride: Mr. Lu's first favorite wife

Lu Qinghan untied the watch on his wrist, and handed it to Bai Yan beside him, then he loosened his tie, took off his suit, and handed them to Bai Yan together, Bai Yan took a step back, he knew, four Brother is going to be serious.

"Ah—" a person screamed and fell in.

Everyone in the box was stunned.

Sun Maorong stood up, "Who the hell dares to interrupt my good business and even hit my friend, it's boring!"

Lu Qinghan walked over step by step.

The man's eyes were as cold as ice picks in the middle of winter. His eyes swept over one by one and landed on Sun Maorong's face. Finally, his eyes stopped and landed on the sofa.

The woman's face was covered in blood, and her whole body seemed to have no ups and downs. Her body was barely covered by clothes. For the first time, Lu Qinghan had the urge to kill someone.

"Who are you, dare to break into the private room and disturb Brother Rong's good business..." Before the flower-armed man finished speaking, he was captured by Lu Qinghan's aura, and he took a step back, "You... Brother, which way is it? We are under Uncle Jiu, so I advise you not to..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Lu Qinghan smashed his teeth with a punch, and there was no room for him to resist.

Several other people in the box did not dare to move.

Sun Maorong stood up, "Brother, I didn't offend you, so how about it, you came here for a woman, and I will share half of this woman with you."

Lu Qinghan raised his hand, relaxed his wrist, and walked over step by step. Sun Maorong was a little frightened, "Come here the fuck, can't a little boy beat you?"

Immediately several people rushed forward.

Sun Maorong watched several brothers rush up, took a beer bottle and rushed up, took the opportunity to hit Lu Qinghan with a beer bottle on the back, the man turned around, his eyes were cold and gloomy, he smashed Sun Maorong's body with his fist Chin, reached out and grabbed his neck, "You are really brave!"

Sun Maorong almost suffocated.

Bai Yan on the side hurried over, "Fourth brother, if the fourth brother doesn't let go, he will die."

No one could stop Lu Qinghan.

Sun Maorong stumbled forward and ran forward. Lu Qinghan picked up a bottle of red wine and dropped it on his head. Sun Maorong fell to the ground. The man grabbed his neck and punched him hard on the face. , raised his foot, and his foot crushed hard on Sun Maorong's leg bone.

"Ah—" Sun Maorong screamed.

The original street gangsters in the box were either lying on the ground, or the girls hugged their heads and screamed.

Bai Yan had never seen Lu Qinghan so angry before, as if she really wanted to kill someone.

If he hadn't stopped him, maybe Lu Qinghan would have deposed Sun Maorong tonight.

Wen Xi opened her eyes.

She felt that she must have had a dream.

Otherwise, how could he have seen Lu Qinghan?

The man hugged her, and there was a rare tenderness in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, and carefully brushed away the beer-soaked broken hair on her forehead, mixed with blood, and his eyes fell on the wound on the woman's forehead, a wound about two centimeters in length, continuously oozing blood, Somewhat dried up.

"Wake up, don't sleep."

Wen Xi's eyelids were heavy.

She seemed to be hallucinating.

She heard Lu Qinghan calling her name.

Is it really him?

Why is he here?

Wen Xi's vision was blurred and her mind was dizzy.

The wound on the forehead, numb and painful.

Her vision was blood red and blurred, "Lu Qinghan, is that you?"

"Ah."

He heard the man's precise answer.

Wen Xi closed her eyes.

"Wen Xi—"

"Wen Xi!"