Jane Sanshao's love story

Jian Qiubai's eyes widened, "I only borrowed 20 yuan from you, how could there be a profit of more than 100 million yuan?"

The bald head shook his head, "You don't have to worry about it, we have a special financial accountant, and he calculated more than 100 million."

Jian Qiubai gritted his teeth, "I'm sorry, I can't afford it."

The bald head stiffened for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "I'm sorry, it's actually okay."

Jian Qiubai was stunned for a moment, and looked up at him.

The bald head was startled by the boy's bright and captivating eyes, and raised his hand with great interest to pick Jian Qiubai's chin and said:

"I think Master Jian's face is quite delicate. If you can, why don't you go to our Songcheng nightclub for two days. You know, many big money are good for you now. If you are willing to let go of your figure, this More than 100 million, not minutes......."

With a "bang", Jian Qiubai raised her fist and punched him on the chin.

The humiliation and embarrassment had made him forget his fear, and he only wanted to kill the bastard in front of him.

The bald man didn't expect such a sudden punch from him, and he staggered back two steps after being hit.

Jian Qiubai's brain twitched, and he rushed up and kicked him hard, just in his crotch, the bald head fell to the ground and yelled and covered it, the veins on his forehead were all protruding from the pain.

The few people next to him looked dumbfounded, no one expected that this skinny boy would suddenly burst out with such great explosive power.

Jian Qiubai took advantage of their flashing time, raised his legs and wanted to run outside. He had to go to the police. At this time, he must not be restrained by them because of debts. This group of people is obviously an illegal money-gathering organization!

But before he took two steps, he was hit by a hard stone on the back. The pain of the bone being hit hard is not fun. Jian Qiubai fell to the ground with a muffled groan, and was dragged by several people after that. Bind hands and feet.

The bald head lying on the ground saw him being caught, and began to yell, "Hit me! Hit me to death."

As soon as the boss spoke, the others stopped delaying and began to beat him with all their might.

Gritting her teeth, Jian Qiubai got up from the ground, but just as she got up, she was hit hard on the chin with a fist, and she fell down again in a daze.

His body couldn't keep up with his nutrition, and his eyes would get dizzy after just a few steps. At this time, it was even more impossible to withstand the siege of these four or five people.

He didn't resist anymore, just curled up as best he could, holding his head in his arms.

Protect yourself as best you can.

The overwhelming fists landed on his body.

Not only did he have fists, but he would occasionally kick him with hard leather shoes.

Suddenly, the soft stomach was kicked hard, and the mobile phone in the trouser pocket was knocked out.

The buzzing vibration made Jian Qiubai's mind shake. When he saw the three words "Yuan Chengyi" on the screen, Jian Qiubai immediately swiped the hang up button with trembling fingers.

Never let him know.

The beating continued, probably because they were tired from the fists, and several people found sticks at random and began to swing at him indiscriminately.

Fortunately, they are not too idiots, and they know not to hit their foreheads

While gritting his teeth, Yuan Chengyi called several times, but he hung up all of them.

Suddenly, a heavy blow came down from his shoulder. It might be because of the dim light. If he missed it, the stick slapped on the back of his head.

Jian Qiubai snorted, and suddenly felt a fishy sweetness in his throat. The boy raised his hand and wiped his lower lip, seeing the dazzling bright red through the darkness.

"Boss." The person who was concentrating on hitting his shoulder stopped, turned his head to look at the bald head on the ground and asked, "This kid is vomiting blood, do you want to hit him again? It won't kill anyone, right?"

The bald head gritted his teeth, "Fuck him, kill him, how many of you will pay me back?" After speaking, he hammered down and roared, "Pull me up first!"

Several people immediately threw their sticks, ran to the bald head, and helped him up.

Jian Qiubai breathed a sigh of relief.

Survive another round.

With a bald head, he walked to Jian Qiubai with the support of a younger brother.

With a hideous face, he stomped on his face with his leather shoes and said, "Master Jian, I saw blood today, so I will let you go first, but..."

Before the threat was finished, a bright light suddenly penetrated into the narrow alley, followed by loud car horns.

A younger brother guarding the entrance of the alley ran over in a panic, "Boss, boss, there are people coming, I saw a silver Lamborghini driving here."

The bald head froze.He stepped back from Jian Qiubai's face and asked, "Do you see what the person in the car looks like?"

"It's a man. I can't see his face clearly in the dark, but his body is quite strong."

Jian Qiubai's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be Yuan Chengyi?

Silver Lamborghini?Yuan Chengyi seemed to be driving this car when he took him to the restaurant for dinner.

Reminiscent of those phone calls from Yuan Chengyi who hung up, Jian Qiubai couldn't calm down anymore, leaned on the wall, stood up unsteadily from the ground, wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve indiscriminately and said, "Still Go away! My helper has arrived, and he will kill you."

He didn't want Yuan Chengyi to see him being humiliated and besieged.

Young Master Jian, who used to be aloof, is now pinned to the ground and beaten like a dog.

He couldn't bear Yuan Chengyi's ridicule or sympathy.

"Let's go!" Jian Qiubai roared, his face was more panicked than before.

Those big men had already intended to leave, and when they heard what Jian Qiubai said, they turned around and prepared to leave with a cold snort.

But before he took a few steps, he was blocked by someone who came.

In the dim light, Jian Qiubai saw Yuan Chengyi walking towards him slowly in a black suit and a coat.

If he remembered correctly, this should be the first time he saw Yuan Chengyi wearing a suit.

It was a hundred times more chic and suave than he had imagined.

In the past, to protect him, he needed to be alert at all times, and a slim suit would hinder his agility and agility, so he never wore these ironed straight clothes.