Countdown [entertainment]

The waiter walked in with a tray, put the goblet containing the blue liquid in front of Yin Qing, and then backed out.

Yin Qing put the wine glass in front of Jiumu and made a gesture of invitation.

"This is?" Jiumu was surprised.

"Aperitif." Yin Qing raised her eyebrows: "Isn't it because you have no appetite, you look thin, you have to eat and drink enough before you can work hard."

Jiumu took it silently and took a sip.

"What?? Suicide?! Are you playing with me?!"

"The news just came from the police station?? Don't f*cking fool me."

"Really? - I. FUCKED THAT BITCH!! She's sick, my god!! Why did she commit suicide??"

Sure enough, as Yin Qing said, the sound insulation effect of this place is really not very good.

Suddenly there was a sound of cursing across the wall, the voice was getting louder, and the swearing was getting more and more excessive.

Jiumu raised his head slowly, and exchanged a glance with Yin Qing.

The voice was somewhat familiar, and the two saw the answer from each other's eyes.

It's Cheng Yihui.

Without giving Jiumu time to react, Yin Qing had already got up, opened the door and walked out.

"Affection—"

The former ignored him at all, and Jiumu could only quickly follow his footsteps.

"Mr. Yin, do you need any help?—Ah!"

With the waiter's exclamation, Yin Qing directly kicked the doorknob with her foot.

It was so strong that the doorknob undertook the pressure of its age, and it broke with a creak, hanging loosely on the door lock, which was a bit pitiful.

The people in the private room were obviously taken aback. The bosses of several small and medium-sized companies were talking, and they looked out of the door in surprise when they heard the sound. Cheng Yihui had already finished making the phone call, and stepped out of the bathroom door with one foot, his face still With unconcealable anger.

He saw the cold Yin Qing standing at the door, behind him was the solid wooden door with a hinge broken, and he froze suddenly.

Just when he was in a daze, Yin Qing strode forward, grabbed his collar and threw the 100-jin man onto the dining table.

With a loud bang, the wooden table was split in half, the wine glass fell to the ground, and there were shards of glass all over the floor.

And Cheng Yihui fell firmly on the sawdust and glass slag, and food spilled from the dishes and drenched him all over.

Yin Qing was condescending, her eyes, which had never been expressionless, were filled with hostility at this moment, her thin lips were pursed into a cold straight line, and her facial features were written with sharpness.

After taking off that layer of lazy coat, inside is still the dreaded young master of the Yin family.

"Yin...Master Yin, what are you doing?" Mr. Li, who was also splashed with vegetable soup, observed his expression, and opened his mouth cautiously.

"You beat someone, can't you see?" Yin Qing's tone was a little impatient, and she glanced at Mr. Li with a foolish look.

"Yes, yes..." Mr. Li was obedient, trying to reason with Yin Qing: "But Young Master Yin, you have to have a reason for beating someone, right? Why did Mr. Cheng mess with you?"

Cheng Yihui's old waist was about to fall apart, and Yin Qing's operation was like a disaster for him. He lay on the ground for a long time before slowly raising his upper body.

He also wants to cry but has no tears. Everyone in the upper class of Jiangyi knows that this Young Master Yin has a fickle temperament. He usually looks indifferent to everyone. He is more ruthless than anyone when he really fights. It is normal to see blood.

He probably understood where Yin Qing's anger came from, but he didn't understand why he had to offend himself because of that little assistant who committed suicide.

——Although I am indeed not as big as the Yin family's family, no matter Yin Qing or myself, as a businessman, such gains and losses are obviously not worth it.

"Young Master Yin..." Cheng Yihui said kindly, regardless of the juices in his body, he got up awkwardly: "Yes, you have a reason for beating people, don't you? I can't be beaten in vain... ...."

"What?" Yin Qing sneered, "Since when do I need a reason to beat someone?"

Cheng Yihui was taken aback.

As soon as Yin Qing finished speaking, she punched Cheng Yihui in the face again. The latter stepped back a few steps and almost slipped on the debris.

Yin Qing sneered, her eyes were red and naked with disdain: "What? You are very energetic when you scold people, but you start to cowardly when you are beaten? I am bored, aren't you also very angry, come on, beat me for a while shelf."

Jiumu outside the door frowned slightly.

He can probably guess the reason why Yin Qing came here to find trouble.

——This retarded man wanted to make trouble, so he provoked Cheng Yihui to fight with him. Once the onlookers called the police, the two of them would be taken to the police station again.

Maybe when I came to this place for dinner, I sat next to Cheng Yihui, which was arranged by Yin □□ first.

Earlier, Cao Kun said that they had no way to summon the parties in the same case consecutively, so Yin Qing wanted to create another "crime" and let Cheng Yihui go to the police station for another reason.

Even if he himself is a top star in the entertainment circle, he will be stained with the taint of breeding troubles that affects his entire career.

If he wasn't the "Third Prince of the Entertainment Industry" with his back to the Yin family, he might end his future just once.

not worth.

Really not worth it.

For such a scumbag, Jiu Mu felt it was worthless to cause even a little harm to Yin Qing's reputation.

He glanced around at the guests who heard the commotion and wanted to surround him, and silently closed the door.

The waiter had already run to find the manager since Yin Qing smashed someone just now. There were so many guests in the hall that the manager was so busy that he was dizzy. After a while, he realized that it was Yin Qing, the great god. He was startled and hurried over.

A person was blocked at the door.

His eyes were as clear as boundless stars, but there was a layer of frost in his eyes, and his tone was quite impatient: "Young master Yin's order, no one can go in."

"Ah?" The manager was startled, turned his head and looked in through the crack of the door, only to see a mess and a bully-like affection.

Cheng Yihui's collar was grabbed by the latter again, and Yin Qing punched him on the other side of the face, both sides were symmetrical and almost turned into pig's heads, Cheng Yihui still didn't fight back, but his expression became weaker and weaker.

Jiumu suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Hearing Cheng Yihui's phone call just now, I knew how bad this person was. Let's not talk about him. It's strange for a bloody man to be insulted and beaten like this and not fight back, but Cheng Yihui has been enduring, enduring A little too much.

Who can achieve that status is not a human being, Cheng Yihui probably sees Yin Qing's intentions, not letting him get what he wants, but also selling the Yin family's face, after all, so many people are watching here, Yin Qing can't beat people in vain If you fight, he will definitely use this to get something back from the Yin family.

Jiu Muwei sighed a few times.

He is so experienced and tactful in his dealings with others, and he is able to bend and endure, if it is true that he did something to Xin Qing, it would be difficult to find evidence.

There was another loud bang, and the manager rushed in anxiously.

Although not as good as Yinqing, Cheng Yihui is considered a big player in this restaurant.

Jiumu reached out to stop her, and said coldly, "You want to be beaten too, don't you?"

"No, sir, I have to take care of him beating people in my shop. It doesn't matter how serious Mr. Yin is. What if someone is killed, that's Mr. Cheng of Tengfei Group. "

Jiumu said: "Yin Qing has his own sense of proportion, even if he kills someone, it won't count against you. Why are you in a hurry."

"It's a big deal for him to beat people here. If something happens to Mr. Cheng, I don't want this job anymore. No, no, why don't you go and tell Young Master Yin that he is in a bad mood and I will pay him to go Underground boxing ring, don't make trouble in my small shop."

Jiumu glanced lightly into the room.

The presidents of those small companies wanted to stay far away from the center of the fight, but because they didn't want to offend Cheng Yihui and didn't dare to stay too far away, they hesitated to persuade them to fight.

Cheng Yihui's face was already bruised and purple, but the words that came out of his mouth were still flattering his affection, as if Zhou Yu was willing to beat Huang Gai and he was willing to suffer.

Jiumu was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll go and persuade him, you guys wait outside. That's right."

He stretched out his finger and pointed at the customer holding the video on his mobile phone: "If you don't want your store to go bankrupt, let them delete it. Young Master Yin has a bad temper now, otherwise Cheng Yihui will not be the only one who suffers."

"Also," he looked seriously, "The girl at the table on the right by the window should have called the police just now, and told her to withdraw the police, just talking about a private matter."

"Yes, yes." The manager hurriedly answered, sweating profusely.

Jiumu felt that his young master acted quite similarly to his troupe. After opening the door and walking in, he thoughtfully covered the crumbling broken wooden door.

"Master Yin." He called out.

Yin Qing was stunned by this address for a moment, and when she turned her head, she saw Jiu Mu expressionless and said, "Have you vented enough? Do you want to go home with me?"

The author has something to say: Jiumu: I have broken my heart for my wife.

感谢在2020-09-1900:19:50~2020-09-2000:22:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 4 bottles of blue; 2 bottles of Linhan;

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