Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

Dragging Wu Gaocai, he pushed open the door of the private room and threw him on the table.

boom!

There was a loud crashing sound.

Wu Gaocai's body crushed the plates on the dining table.

Blood flowed from the shattered dinner plate, staining it red.

Wu Gaocai's body was lying on the table, his head was tilted forward, bright red blood was hanging from the corner of his mouth, his body was trembling, his face was pale, and he was obviously in a semi-comatose state.

Looking at this bloody scene, the timid girl screamed in fright, avoiding her eyes.

His current miserable state made him feel physically uncomfortable, his nausea rose, and he just wanted to quickly hold a toilet and vomit freely.

Han Ningchu deliberately threw Wu Gaocai in front of Han Fei.

Han Fei was trembling all over, and she couldn't help but grabbed the chair and backed away again and again, her eyes were terrified.

"Gao Cai, what's going on...how did you become like this?"

Zhu Mo also looked at Han Ningchu in surprise.

Probably guessed that Wu Gaocai must have plotted against the senior sister, that's why he was beaten like this.

Should I say it or not, this Wu Gao is a man, people are awe-inspiring and want to applaud him.

It's not good to offend anyone, but Han Ningchu.

In the Cheng Group, the bloody scene where the senior sister knocked off half of someone's face with a punch is still vivid in my memory.

Obviously this is to keep his hands, otherwise this Wu Gaocai would have returned to the west.

"Scared me to death, junior."

Han Ningchu naturally sat in Zhu Mo's arms, as if he had been wronged, leaned in pitifully: "Your junior high school classmate wants to molest me,"

Hearing Han Ningchu's words, the expressions on everyone's faces were wonderful.

Han Fei's face turned livid, and her eyes almost burst into flames.

His lips trembled uncontrollably: "Impossible, Wu Gao is not that kind of person, you must be the one who framed him."

"Woman, you dare to hit the young master of Hongmeng Underwear. You...you wait to be dealt with. Wu Gaocai is President Wu's only son, how dare you..."

Han Fei, who was trembling with anger, burst into tears.

Chuchu looked at Zhu Mo pitifully: "Zhu Mo, your girlfriend is too much. Do you just leave her alone?"

He glanced at Zhu Mo with resentful eyes, trying to win sympathy.

But Zhu Mo didn't care about it, and looked at her coldly: "Of course I have to take care of it. I'm thinking about how to deal with you. I'm afraid his life is not enough to pay for bullying my woman. Since you say so, then his father can't even think about living."

"What is Hongmeng underwear, I want to see who can clean me up."

Resting his chin with one hand, the pitiful look on Han Ningchu's face dissipated, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Little cousin, don't think I can't see it. If you want to grab a man from your sister, don't even think about it in your next life."

Song Ping scratched his head, feeling terrible in his heart.

This good class reunion seems to have completely lost the appearance of a party.

"you..."

Han Fei was so angry that her face flushed and she was speechless.

He was so angry that he dropped Wu Gaocai, and walked out angrily with his bag.

When Han Ning first saw her leave, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This woman is pissing me off! I want you to look good to him, just wait."

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became. Han Fei lost her quiet look at all, and cursed through gritted teeth, like a shrew.

With a small bag on his shoulders, he walked to the side of the road with his waist twisted.

Without Wu Gaocai, he could only take a taxi to go home.

A black SUV pulls up next to her, the co-pilot's window down.

The bald and rough man stared at Han Fei with hair straightened.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beautiful woman?"

"Hmph, pervert. You can look at me as you please?" After finishing speaking, Han Fei was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, the back seat door was pushed open, and a strong man came down and roughly strangled her snow-white neck and dragged her up, closing the door hard.

Han Fei flopped around like a caught chick in the arms of the strong man, with her wide palms covering her mouth, she could barely let out a "woo woo" sound.

The bald man in the co-pilot turned on the phone and sent a voice message: "Master, what should I do if I get caught?"

Soon the news came from the opposite side.

The man clicked on the voice.

A voice that was very familiar to Han Fei came from the phone.

It's just that this voice is cold and mixed with ruthless killing intent, as if it came from hell, it sounds creepy.

It was not as gentle as the voice she made while sitting in Zhu Mo's arms.

"If you want to steal my man, send it to a massage parlor."

As soon as these words came out, Han Fei's heart turned cold.

I've heard about donations from welfare homes and nursing homes in the past. This is the first time I've heard donations from massage parlors in my life.

No matter being forced to do the dirty work, you still donate and get nothing.

The bald man turned his head and showed a gloating smile, which made Han Fei's hairs stand on end and gave him a chill.

Sullenly, Han Ningchu rested his cheek on one hand and held a fork in the other hand, poking the food on the plate again and again, but he had no appetite at all.

"What's the matter, sister, are you angry because you didn't go to the room first?"

Zhu Mo ate with relish, and laughed at Han Ningchu's reaction.

"Go, am I a person who wants to be dissatisfied?"

Rolling his eyes, he raised his legs and said lightly, "I was just thinking... You really had nothing to do with that Han Fei, did you?"

"Uh..."

The corner of Zhu Mo's mouth twitched in embarrassment: "I didn't expect senior sister to be quite possessive."

"Don't worry, Senior Sister is my first love."

Han Ningchu let out a long cry, as if thinking of something, his face was slightly red:

"Cough, I didn't expect my first love to be a sister a few years older. It made me a little embarrassed, like an old cow eating young grass..."

"Don't men like young women, the younger the better."

Feeling a clicking sound from under the table, I looked down and saw a high-heeled shoe fell to the ground.

Not disappointed, the senior sister dishonestly stretched her feet over.

On the table, she was suppressing a smile, resting her cheeks on her palms and winking at Zhu Mo coquettishly.

"I only like the type of senior sister, and the senior sister is only a little older than me."

"Oh~ really? Even though I'm older than you, I still want to call you Uncle Zhu Mo."

Zhu Mo couldn't stand Han Ningchu's provocative tone at all, and swallowed: "Senior sister, how can you always say such bloody words?"

A middle-aged couple sitting behind them couldn't help but secretly complain.

"What's the matter with the children now? Is it like this when they talk about love?"

"I don't know, it looks like they're all college students. I'm not ashamed to say so when I started dating at the beginning of college."

The middle-aged woman couldn't help shivering: "Hurry up and leave, it's too nasty to bear."

"By the way... what you said is a little strange. Why are you embarrassed to say it when you start talking about your first love in college? Could it be that you were in high school?"

The middle-aged man suddenly realized, pointed at her and growled: "I said, why do you keep in touch with Lao Wang next door every day? Isn't he your high school classmate?"

"Is he your first love, a rekindled old relationship?"

Facing her wife's anger, the middle-aged woman's voice was as low as a mosquito's: "Oh, how old are you talking about such embarrassing topics, hurry up and eat."

"Hey, I said why does my son look so much like that old Wang..."