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Wei Jinglin popped out suddenly, looking calm and sober, except for a red mark on the corner of the sofa on his face, as if he hadn't touched a bit of wine.

Wei Kesong was worried that he didn't see the wounds caused by the broken glass at all.

Wei Kesong laughed at himself and pretended to be an idiot again—his brother was drunk and crazy, he took a taxi across a city in the middle of the night, he was so fucking exhausted, and he was caught or almost beaten by a psychopath a stick.

It's so boring, the more Wei Kesong thinks about it, the more he feels cheap, when will his fucking habit of chasing his brother change? !

Wei Kesong kicked a pebble on the ground in a dull manner. His brother always investigates this kind of violence and immediately fires him. He is not worried that Uncle Wang can continue to enjoy himself here.

Regardless of whether the security guard hit him or not, Wei Jinglin's attitude towards this kind of matter was to give the other party the punishment he deserved in a serious and calm manner, and do whatever he wanted.

Although Wei Jinglin now sees a bit of unconcealable fierceness overflowing from his body, Wei Kesong doesn't think Wei Jinglin will hit someone.

His brother has always been a civilized person to solve things, because Wei Kesong's father often beat his brother when he was a child, and Wei Jinglin detests violence very much, it does not conform to Wei Jinglin's behavior pattern at all.

Not to mention that Wei Jinglin was quite sober looking at him in front of him, Wei Kesong estimated that even if his brother was too drunk, he would remain rational and not easily strike.

Uncle Wang still whispered in Wei Jinglin's deep and terrifying eyes: "Hey, I really just wanted to scare him, I didn't plan to really hit him down."

After Wei Jinglin finished listening, he was quiet for a while, his usual faint eyes revealed a fierce and arrogant ferocity, he weighed the anti-riot baton in his hand twice, and sneered: "Really?"

The biceps on Wei Jinglin's arms were so strong that the shirt was bulging. His tie was messily stuck in the pocket of the shirt next to him, and there were traces of red wine on the cuffs. He was obviously a very gentleman-looking figure, but But he was using the anti-riot stick to grab Uncle Wang's neck, and with a calm expression, he pressed down with his backhand, and at the same time pushed his knee up, against Uncle Wang's knee joint.

Uncle Wang knelt down hard on the ground.

Even the screams that Uncle Wang uttered were high-pitched and shrill. He held the anti-riot stick tightly with both hands and pulled it out. His veins popped out. It felt like his eyeballs were about to be strangled, like a pig whose skin was scalded in boiling water. hum chi hum chi sound.

Wei Jinglin's leather shoes stepped on Uncle Wang's calf, and his tone was still slow, as if he didn't restrain a middle-aged man with a purple face.

Wei Jinglin's speech was too slow to have an elegant and brutal beauty: "I'll tell you the first thing, I'm just trying to scare you right now."

Uncle Wang's face was bluish and purple from the suffocation, and everyone rolled their eyes because of suffocation, and they were also slumped on the ground with exhaust but not intake.

Wei Kesong was so fucking stupid, what's going on, Wei Jing is hitting someone? ! ? ! ? hello? ! ? !

Wei Jing looked condescendingly at Uncle Wang who was lying on the ground covering his neck and coughing, and said in a low voice, "The second thing is to tell you that you have no right to discipline my people."

Wei Jinglin took out her mobile phone, and broadcast the phone number under Wei Kesong's dumbfounded eyes: "Hello, I'm Wei Jinglin, yes, I'm a resident of Nanshan Apartment, and I'm complaining about a security guard who tried to hurt my brother. Wang Qiang."

Wei Jinglin's tone was calm, and he couldn't tell that this person was stepping on Wang Qiang's ankle that was in his mouth.

Wei Jinglin: "I hope your company can let me see the result as soon as possible."

Wei Kesong: "..."

Why is his brother acting like a child?Not quite right.

Wang Qiang, who was lying on the ground, heard the conversation just now, his liver and gallbladder were almost broken. He couldn't make a sound anymore, and he was still trying his best to look up at Wei Kesong who was standing aside.

Uncle Wang's eyes were about to burst: "...you are Mr. Wei's younger brother?!"

Wei Kesong replied casually with a little embarrassment: "So what? It has nothing to do with you bum."

Uncle Wang was still struggling to say something, but Wei Jinglin kicked him neatly, then took Wei Kesong's wrist and walked away.

Wei Jinglin dragged Wei Kesong away, Wei Kesong was not as strong as his brother, he couldn't pull his wrist out no matter what, so he had to call out to Wei Kesong who was walking forward without saying a word Quiet.

Wei Kesong: "Hey! Let go!" He paused for a moment, turned his head away and said, "I'm going to leave if I have nothing to do, next time you have something to see clearly before calling."

Thinking of what Wei Jinglin said to him on the show, "I will really hurt you", Wei Kesong felt an unknown fire in his heart,

Wei Kesong said sarcastically: "I don't know you are the only one who can harm others. If you call me again, I will really harm you too."

Wei Jinglin directly threw Wei Kesong, who was still pressing, into the elevator, surrounded him with her arms on both sides of Wei Kesong, her breathing was short of breath, her eyes were slack, only her expression remained calm.

Wei Kesong was taken aback, and just about to push the man away, he found that his brother was still holding the riot stick in his hand.

Wei Jinglin's hand holding the anti-riot stick was trembling slightly, Wei Kesong was taken aback.

Wei Jinglin's voice was low and hoarse: "You hurt me? How can you hurt me? You just knew that he raised the riot stick to hit you, why didn't you run away?!"

Wei Kesong replied: "It's not like I can't beat him, look at him, he's completely hollowed out, he's empty, and it's not..." Did you see you coming?

Wei Kesong was startled again halfway through his speech.

Just when Uncle Wang was about to hit him, because he saw Wei Jinglin appearing, although Wei Kesong didn't want to admit it, he really subconsciously stayed where he was and didn't run away.

Wei Kesong's subconscious mind told him that as long as his brother is around, no one can hurt him, and it has been like this for the past 20 years.

Wei Jinglin sneered, and clamped Wei Kesong's wrists with one hand, clenched them violently and pushed them up against the cold wall of the elevator.

Wei Kesong was stunned, he couldn't break free even after struggling a few times, Wei Jing, who was a head taller than him, was stuck under his body, unable to move at all.

This posture and distance gave Wei Kesong a strong sense of shame of being violated, and he was also angry.

Wei Kesong roared: "Fuck, Wei Jinglin, why are you crazy, let me go!"

Wei Jinglin gripped Wei Kesong's wrist even harder: "Look for yourself, you can't even break free with one of my hands, how dare you say you can beat a security guard?!"

It is rare for Wei Jinglin to show such emotion, his eyes are dark and aggressive, and he almost gritted his teeth and said: "Wei Kesong, sometimes I feel that you might as well be trapped to death." It's in my hands!"

Wei Kesong was pinched by Wei Jinglin and couldn't move. When Wei Jinglin said this, Wei Kesong was like a little lion whose hair was completely blown up. He raised his head and bumped Wei Jinglin's head forcefully. .

Wei Kesong is extremely angry, he has a very girly habit, when he is really angry, he will cry when he curses, he looks like a coward.

Wei Kesong couldn't hold back his tears, he had never hated himself so badly before.

His eyes were flushed, like a little beast whose weakness had been stripped, and there was a soft whimper in his crying, and he cursed: "Don't you fucking trap me now?! You fucking live Here, don’t you just want to see me trapped to death here, to see me crawling and rolling in this kind of place all my life, and become a joke?!”

Wei Kesong cursed "fuck" angrily when he heard his childish crying.

Wei Kesong took a deep breath and forcibly calmed down, sneered and cursed calmly: "Wei Jinglin, you were still scolding that security guard just now, what you did and what you expected to see were all the same as them, what do you have? How can I teach him? You and him are just like dogs! We both want to see me become a social trash, a rotten person."

Wei Kesong let out a "bah", stretched out his index finger and tapped Wei Jinglin's chest forcefully, and said angrily: "It's a good idea, but I don't! Do you think you can trap me, Wei Jinglin, I Let me tell you, you are just dreaming, I am moving out now!"

Before Wei Kesong could scold him, Wei Jinglin dragged Wei Ke out of the elevator.

With a cold face, Wei Jinglin opened the door neatly, threw the bewildered Wei Kesong into the door with her backhand, and closed the door behind her back.

Wei Kesong's cursing voice suddenly weakened, he saw Wei Jinglin's sullen and paranoid eyes on him, his heart skipped a beat, he stepped back vigilantly, and said, "What?! You still want to close the door Beat the dog?!"

When the two brothers Wei Kesong and Wei Jinglin use metaphors, they compare themselves to dogs, which is in the same vein.

Wei Kesong secretly glanced at the living room behind him, startled.

A row of red wine bottles was placed on the glass tea table in the living room, and they were all empty by visual inspection. Next to it was a goblet with a little dried wine in the bottom. Under the leather sofa were all broken wine bottle fragments.

It was untidy, not unlike the living room of a perennial alcoholic.

Wei Kesong counted the wine bottles with his eyes, and he couldn't hold back a "tsk". Before Wei Jinglin was drinking, whoever told Wei Kesong the keys would be a joke.

Wei Jinglin's self-control is very strong, and he basically doesn't drink alcohol or tobacco at all, but he never thought that his brother would actually have no self-control and drink too much.

She actually drank three bottles of dry red, and Wei Jinglin was lucky if she didn't suffer from alcoholism.

Wei Jinglin approached Wei Kesong, and Wei Kesong took a few steps back, but Wei Jinglin's movements were obviously faster and faster, as if he was confused by Wei Kesong's words just now, in his always peaceful eyes Concealing bursting with anger and desire, he looked straight at Wei Kesong.

Wei Jinglin stepped forward and clasped Wei Kesong's wrist, Wei Kesong subconsciously leaned back to avoid it, and the two of them fell together on the sofa amidst Wei Kesong's exclamation.

Wei Jinglin bit Wei Kesong's collarbone fiercely, and Wei Kesong yelled in pain: "Fuck, Wei Jinglin, why are you crazy?!"