you're so stubborn

The big brothers on the street who sang to fill up the wine have changed to another song, good brothers, toast for a drink, and now they are not drunk and will not return.

There was a crisp bang.

Xie Lang looked at the wine bottle that just happened to hit his feet.

...and a bit of a waste wine bottle.

"Brother... buddy... yes... I'm sorry..."

Xie Lang wiped off the wine stains splashed on his face, and looked in the direction of those drunks with a sullen face.

The entrance of this store was lit with dancing neon lights, and the colorful and tacky lights and shadows reflected on Xie Lang's face, which in a daze portrayed a majestic aura on his sharp and sharp face.

And those eyes with mottled light were like some kind of noble beast staring at a mass of rotten meat, with contempt and disdain.

"Fuck! What the hell are you looking at!" Someone was very displeased with Xie Lang's eyes. He patted the table and stood up, pointing at Xie Lang and cursing, "Try another fucking look!"

Xie Lang looked away lightly, and wanted to continue walking towards the street, but the man kicked away the stool beside him and roared, "Who the hell made you go!?"

"You saw me go?" Xie Lang didn't want to talk to them, but still couldn't help but say something.

"Fuck!" The man jumped up instantly, picked up the wine bottle on the table and threw it in Xie Lang's direction, but he didn't aim at the line of sight, he missed it, and it didn't count if he missed it, this person still wanted to slander Xie Lang, "Small, forceful, you dare to hide! You don't want to mess around anymore, do you?"

"You..." Xie Lang looked at him, "Are you blind?"

This sentence was like water foam falling into a frying pan, and the five people at the table were all blown up.

After Ou Chen sent Ye Yunyang to the car, he didn't know what to do.

Come back home?

Dad is probably still busy, so he doesn't have time to talk to him.

Looking for Zhou Shuo to come out all night?

Forget it, it doesn't make much sense.

After blowing the cool wind for 5 minutes, Ou Chen turned his head and walked towards Dasanyuan Street.

I'm very depressed, so I'd better talk to my father.

The three streets of Sanyuan Street are connected. As soon as he passed the intersection of Zhongsanyuan, he saw a few people copying the guy and running to the scene of the group fight on the other side near the intersection.

This battle, at first glance, is the majority against the minority.

Ou Chen is still a student, so he pretends to be a student at the level of a student. After leaving school, especially when facing the bastards on Sanyuan Street, he can't even hit him with an iron rod.

So he was quite self-aware and didn't intend to meddle in his own business. Anyway, there was someone on Dad's side who was in charge of order, so he didn't need to worry about it.

It's just that teenagers of this age are more or less innately curious about this kind of group fight scene, so he can't help but look sideways at the battle situation at the street while continuing to walk forward.

Seeing this, he couldn't move.

It was Xie Lang who was fighting with others!And he's the only one!

Fuck!

Ou Chen's brain didn't even have time to react, and he shot out like an arrow from the string, his eyes searched among the group of people who were doing things with guys, wanting to see if there were any acquaintances.

The acquaintances didn't see it, but they saw Dalong, a very unscrupulous and obsequious hooligan. Those who are more dignified on the road look down on him.

Dad didn't bother to talk to him, but he was even more lazy to take care of him, so he was left in Zhongsanyuan all the time.

"Dalong!" Ou Chen kicked away a person who was swinging a stick to hit Xie Lang on the shoulder, "Everyone who told you to stop fucking me!"

Dalong was the one who hit Xie Lang with a wine bottle but missed it.

Normally, Dalong, a harpy dog, would definitely have to curry favor with the little prince of Sanyuan Street, but he drank too much horse urine at the moment, God is the boss of his second child, unless God speaks, otherwise everyone else will fuck It doesn't work.

So after hearing this, he not only didn't stop, but even said very disdainfully, "Which fucking trash can did you crawl out of? You're here to pretend to be your mother! Hit me! Don't unload this kid!" Arms! You all fucking stop messing around in my place!"

"Your territory?" Ou Chen became angry when he heard this, this idiot thinks his father is gone, right?

Dalong drank too much, but the younger brothers after that didn't drink too much. Some of them who knew Ouchen didn't dare to hit the person who was protected by him anymore, just look at me and look at me You are stunned there.

Ou Chen pushed the two people aside, walked up to Dalong and kicked him. Dalong was kicked back several steps, and finally squatted on the ground.

"Blind your dog's eyes? How dare you talk to your ancestors like that?" Ou Chen looked down at him with anger in his eyes.

"Fuck you!" Da Long was about to explode with anger, he didn't even care about the pain, he swung a stick from the hands of the people around him and was about to hit Ou Chen on the head.

Xie Lang was startled, and rushed towards Ou Chen's direction.

Out of the corner of Ou Chen's eyes, he caught a glimpse of Xie Lang running towards him, and knew that this person was probably worried about him, and there was a flash of a secretly happy smile in his heart, but in fact he was still standing there so obstinately, motionless .

He was quite comfortable dealing with a drunkard Ou Chen, so he didn't dodge or dodge, and was going to grab the stick when it was about to fall and give it to Dalong.

But before he could make a move, someone pulled him away from behind. Ou Chen thought that someone was plotting against him, so he immediately scolded him!

But when he turned his head again, he saw that his father had already snatched the wooden stick from Dalong's hand, swung it against Dalong's side face, and stopped in time just as he was about to hit it. car, just tapped twice.

Dad is wearing a suit today, looking stylish and stylish, but the sense of oppression on his body is too strong, even Ou Chen feels a little terrified when he sees it.

"Ning... Brother Ning."

Dalong was [-]% drunk just now, but now he was [-]% frightened awake by his father's temperament, and the other [-]% was the extreme fear that was frightened by the ruthless wind of the stick just now.

"It's amazing, my son dares to beat me up." There was a smile in the father's words, which sounded like a compliment, but the cruelty in his eyes was not hidden at all.

Dalong was stunned for a moment, and only saw Ou Chen with a glance. It is no exaggeration to say that he broke out in a cold sweat at that time.

Everyone in Sanyuan Street knew that Brother Ning had a godson. At the beginning, someone didn't take his godson seriously, and accidentally bumped into Ou Chen during the trouble.

At that time, the child was still young, only five or six years old, and it was also because the person who took him to play didn't take good care of him, which made him fall, but it was nothing serious, just scratched his face.

But Brother Ning asked someone to have one of his arms amputated because of this incident, and after the incident, he pretended to pay him a large sum of money.

After that, that person never came out again.

Dalong rubbed the goose bumps on his arm, and he was glad that the stick didn't go down, otherwise he wasn't sure what this man could do, "Brother Ning, you...you read wrong, I didn't hit Europe Minister, I hit the kid behind you."

"Fuck your mother! He's also my father and son! Otherwise, why would you think I'm standing here!" Ou Chen's upper lip touched his lower lip, and he gave Xie Lang a father and a son for his father.

Xie Lang just breathed a sigh of relief and instantly switched to looking at him with the meaning of what the hell are you fucking farting.

The old man glanced at him lightly, and he knew exactly what this little calf An was thinking, so he didn't expose Ou Chen, and just looked at Dalong coldly.

Dalong was speechless at this moment, and the cold sweat on his body almost flowed out like a big curved river.

"I'm sorry." The old man turned his body sideways to let Xie Lang's figure out. He doesn't beat people up much now, he finds it troublesome, so he just said this.

Dalong has never apologized to any kid, and there are so many younger brothers watching at the moment, so he is very unhappy.

However, due to the lowliness that he was not as powerful as Fang Ning, he still bent down and said to Xie Lang, "I'm sorry, little brother, I drank too much just now, don't be as knowledgeable as me."

Xie Lang frowned, obviously not used to such an apology.

Unexpectedly, when the father raised his eyes again, the group of people who were beating Xie Lang with iron bars five minutes ago all bent down and said to him, "I'm sorry!"

Xie Lang didn't say a word, he just wanted to get out of here quickly.

What a joke, he always only recognizes the winner and loser in fights, and this is the first time he has seen a scene where he collectively bowed and apologized to himself like today.

It's not so strange, but I feel that the way these people bowed to him didn't seem to be apologizing, but rather came to see him off.

"You," the old man tapped Dalong's shoulder with the iron rod in his hand, "don't come to Sanyuan Street from now on."

Dalong gritted his teeth and nodded, knowing that it was impossible to just apologize.

The old man threw the iron rod to his feet, made a muffled and forceful sound, turned around and grabbed the back of Ou Chen's neck, "Let's go, good son."

This is to settle accounts with him, and Ou Chen will hold his back when he dies, and when he stretched out his hand, he clasped Xie Lang's wrist tightly in his palm.

"...Are you sick?" Xie Lang was staggered by him, and looked at him coldly.

"My father is a bastard on Sanyuan Street... Ai ai ai! I was wrong! Daddy, please be gentle! There are so many people watching behind you!"

"What is your father?" The father relaxed a little, and looked at Ou Chen kindly.

"My father is a calf protector," Ou Chen said resignedly, and then looked at Xie Lang, "You have to be careful when you talk to me now, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to walk out of Sanyuan Street .”

"...I'm sick." Xie Lang was courageous, not afraid that he would not be able to walk out of Sanyuan Street.

It's just that I don't know if the wrist was hit by a stick, or Ou Chen gripped it too hard.

He only felt that there was a scalding heat in the piece of skin touched by Ouchen, which was constantly churning.

The author has something to say:

Ou Chen: It's a heartbeat!

Xie Lang (indifferent face): No, it was a myocardial infarction.