CEO's Sweet Wife

After a few seconds of silence, He Zefeng said lightly: "Yuelan Bar, let's meet alone."
Sheng Baichuan felt that He Zefeng's head must have been flooded. They just had a bad fight in the morning, and they had to meet again before 24 hours had passed. They couldn't be here to settle accounts with him.
"Master He, if you don't rest, I will still rest. It's so late, I'm sorry I won't accompany you."
He Zefeng's tone was cold: "You can't rest if you don't explain to me what's going on with the photos."
"Photo? What photo?" Sheng Baichuan was confused.
He Zefeng frowned and lost his patience: "See you in an hour."
He hung up the phone resolutely, but Sheng Baichuan scolded He Zefeng countless times.
"Who is it, you can't speak clearly!"
The bar is full of lights and feasting, and the surrounding is very noisy, but there is one person who is out of tune with the environment here, drinking alone.
The handsome facial features and good temperament undoubtedly attracted the attention of many women.
On the other side, Sheng Baichuan strode into the bar as soon as he got off the car, his eyes scanned the hall, and finally found He Zefeng's shadow.
"Heh, it's really early for you to come."
Sheng Baichuan straightened his collar and walked straight towards the bar.
He Zefeng drank one cup after another, seeing how he was drinking without restraint, if he didn't know it, he thought the cup was boiled water.
"Tell me, what do you mean by the photo you mentioned on the phone." Sheng Baichuan cut to the point, and he had to go home to rest after asking. He couldn't stand staying up late all day.
But only halfway through his words, He Zefeng put down the cup heavily, and spilled some wine on the table, shining under the colorful lights.
He Zefeng's gloomy face was reflected on the smooth glass table top.
Suddenly, Sheng Baichuan was punched in the face, he couldn't help but took a few steps back, and the danger followed.
"You are crazy!"
Sheng Baichuan was punched on the other side of the face, he glared angrily, and pushed the person in front of him away with his hand.
He Zefeng stood up straight, but his eyes were filled with coldness.
As soon as Sheng Baichuan came, he was punched twice inexplicably, and he was very annoyed. He pointed at He Zefeng, full of anger.
"You came to me to fight, He Zefeng, let me tell you, don't go too far!"
He rolled up his sleeves, with the urge to fight He Zefeng to the death.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the bar attendant quickly notified the manager.
The manager cautiously stepped forward to persuade: "Sheng Shao, He Shao, you two calm down, you two are friends, why not sit down and talk slowly."
Sheng Baichuan pushed the manager away, and pointed at He Zefeng unceremoniously.
"I'll fight you today!"
He Zefeng was silent, but his eyes were a little bit colder than before. Alcohol stimulated his brain. The only thing he wanted to do now was to beat up the person opposite.
The people around did not dare to step forward to stop him, for fear of getting into trouble.
On the other side, Song Meiyi was awakened by a phone call in her sleep, and she saw that it was a call from a friend.
"Song Meiyi, come to Yuelan Bar quickly, your He Zefeng is fighting with Sheng Baichuan!"
Hearing this, Song Meiyi suddenly sat up: "You can't read wrong, Ze Feng is not that kind of person!"
In her memory, Ze Feng has never fought against anyone face to face, because he disdains it.
"It's true, they really fought. If you don't believe me, I'll send you a video."
Three seconds later, she received a video from her friend. She clicked on it and saw that the person fighting was really He Zefeng himself.
"how is this possible!"
Even if she didn't believe it, Song Meiyi hurried over after seeing the video.
When she arrived, she saw a group of people surrounding her, and she quickly squeezed in.
Sheng Baichuan's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, while He Zefeng was not as serious as Sheng Baichuan, at most his face was a little bruised.
Song Meiyi rushed to He Zefeng, feeling very distressed.
"Zefeng, do you know what you are doing? Why do you seem to be a different person? You were not like this before!"
He Zefeng stared at her coldly: "Go away!"
Song Meiyi hugged his arm, not letting him go: "I won't go, I'm too drunk, I'll take you back."
It was only when she was close that she asked about the smell of alcohol on his body, how much he drank...

But He Zefeng pushed Song Meiyi away, he knew how much he could drink, he was not drunk, even if he was drunk, he would not let her come and see him off.
"Zefeng, stop losing your temper." Song Meiyi followed up, tugging on his sleeve tightly.
Sheng Baichuan supported the wall and stood up slowly: "He Zefeng, don't leave if you have the ability, I haven't fallen down yet, you go on!"
This is the first time someone has beaten him into such a mess, and he will not admit defeat easily.
After Song Meiyi heard this, she turned back angrily: "Ze Feng is like this and you still want to fight, you are too unkind!" She looked at He Zefeng beside her: "Ze Feng, let's go and ignore him, he This man is a lunatic!"
He Zefeng's eyes fell on Sheng Baichuan's body, his eyes were cold.
"I'll accompany you at any time, but you'd better deal with yourself first, I'm afraid you'll be useless if I punch you down."
His tone was full of disdain, and he successfully angered Sheng Baichuan, but at this moment he was staggering even when he walked, obviously he was no longer He Zefeng's opponent.
"He Zefeng, I remember today's hatred, just wait for me!"
As soon as Song Meiyi turned her head, He Zefeng disappeared, so she hurried to catch up.
After getting into the car, He Zefeng said to the driver indifferently, "Go back."
As soon as the engine started, there was a sound of "dong dong dong" from the car window.
Song Meiyi slammed on the car window vigorously, but kept her eyes on the inside of the car, fearing that others would disappear from her face, her face was full of worry.
"Zefeng, I have something to tell you, it won't take up too much of your time, so just open the car window and meet me?"
"Ze Feng!"
The driver turned around and hesitated for a moment: "Mr. He, do you see this?"
He Zefeng's tone was calm: "Drive."
Seeing this, the driver couldn't say anything more, so he started the car.
Song Meiyi stared and stomped her feet angrily: "Ze Feng, what do you mean!"
villa.
Shen Wanbai suffered from insomnia, she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, when she suddenly heard movement in the yard, she couldn't help being startled.
Is it him?
She forced herself not to think about He Zefeng, but her mind was full of his shadow. Finally, she lifted the quilt and got up.
Gently opening the curtain, she saw He Zefeng walking towards the villa. Under the light, she suddenly saw a bruise on his left face.
Shen Wan Bai thought that he had made a mistake, rubbed his eyes and looked again, there was no sign of him downstairs.
Putting down the curtains, she felt very uneasy, why did He Zefeng have injuries on his face?