C70 (2/2)

The blonde man was not even thirty years old this year, but he has already been married twice - of course, it could be because he was a hooligan since he was young, so the lowly women in society liked him.

Two marriages, each ending with the other wearing a green hat.

The two marriages seemed to have cast a lifelong shadow over Yellowfur.

After that, every time he heard the words' green hat ', yellow-hair couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.

It was like a nightmare that he could not get rid of no matter how hard he tried. No matter how hard he tried to get rid of it, the nightmare would always follow him. He would never be able to leave his side.

Adding on He Lu's detestable face, this kind of repulsive face which belonged to a woman who had high standards in society, had completely ignited the anger in the yellow-hair's heart.

The shadow that the two marriages left on him practically burst out in unison. If one were to say that he had thoughts of completely ripping He Lu into two halves, it would also be completely established.

He Lu was frightened, but she was unable to leave the sofa. The yellow-hair punched and kicked her, and then slapped her so hard that she was about to faint.

”F * ck your mother!” You bitch, I'm used to you, right? ”I will fuck you today, and after that you will be beaten to death. Damn it, I don't believe that I will be angered by your coquettish mouth!”

The yellow haired man said, and punched and kicked He Lu.

At this time, everyone in the recording hall was stunned. The only good thing about thugs was that they could only fight, and it just so happened that He Lu's vulgar mouth ignited the yellow-hair's anger completely. The yellow-hair had naturally used all of her strength to teach He Lu a lesson.

Everyone present was stunned, especially Zhang Zijun and Sun Liman, excluding He Lu, the two of them were the only ones who had not experienced true fighting.

After a long while, Zhang Zijun finally reacted, seeing the situation, he grabbed the short haired man's neck and pushed him away.

As if she had lost her sense of hearing, she did not notice that Zhang Zijun was already behind him. Her fist that was as big as a sandbag still landed heavily on He Lu's body. He Lu cried out loud, the pain making him feel as if her entire body was being ripped apart.

Zhang Zijun clenched his teeth, his hand holding onto the half of the beer bottle tightly. He glared at the yellow-hair, his heart having a complicated feeling.

He knew that this group of people led by the yellow-haired man was not to be trifled with. If they were to completely provoke him, then his future days would definitely not be peaceful. The yellow-haired man would definitely seek revenge.

But if she didn't kill herself today, He Lu would probably die under the hands of the yellow hair. If He Lu really died, then it would be as light as a feather. How sad would Auntie He Li be?

Aunty He Li was kind like a warm morning sun, and she treated her own relatives with even greater care and care. If something really happened to He Lu, what kind of actions would Aunt He Li perform? Would she go crazy?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zijun no longer dared to hesitate. Clenching the half of the wine bottle in his hand tightly, he aimed the glass at the yellow-hair's back, gritted his teeth and shouted: ”Get lost!”

Half of the bottle was stuck into the yellow-hair's back, causing him to bleed profusely. The yellow-hair let out a shriek and collapsed onto the sofa …