Qi Ran frowned and took a step back to the side. Lu Xiaozhong's quick and powerful hands when playing basketball became slow and weak under the anesthesia of alcohol, and he easily avoided it.

When Qi Ran felt angry when he heard Lu Xiaozhong's tone of speaking to Lin Yan, he tried hard to restrain himself and did not take action. It was not because of the other party's identity as the son of the director, but because Lu Xiaozhong's family was in a poor state and was drunk. He didn't want to argue with an unlucky drunk.

In the half-open private room on the second floor, several figures touched each other with their eyes, and then they stood up with a smile and walked downstairs.

Tolerance is often misunderstood as cowardice.

"You, you dare to hide," Lu Xiaozhong didn't catch Qi Ran, his body tilted, and finally stood firm, and then staggered to come and grab him.

"Enough!" Lin Yan's crisp scolding suddenly sounded in the gap between the song's conversion.

The jing song changed to a slow shaking. Lu Xiaozhong looked at Lin Yan in a daze. The girl's cold expression was obviously unfamiliar, and the distance seemed to be very far.

He suddenly became angry and fell back on the sofa in depressed manner, supported his hands on his knees, and murmured to himself with his head in his arms: "Yes, yes, I'm just the son of a criminal now. What qualifications do I have to ask for you? Haha, haha..."

Lin Yan's slender eyebrows frowned and she couldn't help but shake her head.

Qi Ran looked down on this Lu Xiaozhong even more. He didn't expect that he was such a person. After being stripped of the gorgeous coat of the second generation of officials, there was nothing left inside.

The young man, who was not very familiar with the world, still did not understand that the self-esteem and confidence supported by power and wealth was like a castle piled up on the beach, and the tide collapsed with a bang.

Lin Yan was obviously inconvenient to deal with this drunkard. Qi Ran walked forward, reached out to pat Lu Xiaozhong on the shoulder, and prepared to comfort him. When he became a little more normal, he would ask him if he knew why Lu Zhiguo transferred 300,000 yuan in cash to Wang Mengzhen.

"Who is so unhappy that it disturbs Master Lu's elegant pleasure?"

The sudden voice interrupted Qi Ran's movement. Three shaved guys stood a few steps away, and the young man's black shirt was open, revealing his huge tiger head with his chest pattern, and the belt buckle around his waist was shaking gold.

He spoke to Lu Xiaozhong's face, but his eyes kept looking at Lin Yan, his eyes were very evil.

Lu Xiaozhong raised his head and was stunned when he saw this person. Then he waved his hand unhappily, and said with a burp: "Yong, Yongzi, don't worry about my affairs, they are my classmates..."

Mao Yong, the only son of Mao Zongqiang, the director of Honghe Road Police Station, runs a car wash and two Internet cafes, often bringing brothers to bed. Relying on a father who is the director, he is also considered a No. 1 person in the nightclub of Dongchuan City.

Lu Xiaozhong and Mao Yong had drunk several times and could only be considered friends with wine and meat.

Lu Zhiguo's director of the Municipal Industrial Bureau is at the level of a department and is expected to be promoted to deputy mayor. Mao Zongqiang is only a grassroots police station director at the deputy section level, so Lu Xiaozhong didn't take Mao Yong seriously before, but Mao Yong called him "Da Shao Lu" intimately.

But this time the matter was obviously different. Mao Yong grinned and sarcastically: "Whoever cuts down the face of Master Lu is to cut off my face, Mao Yong, why don't you care? Master Lu, see if you brothers deal with these two ignorant people for you!"

The two flat heads came up laughing and laughed, and didn't take Qi Ran seriously at all, and looked at Lin Yan unscrupulously.

"What do you mean by Mao Yong?" Lu Xiaozhong sobered up most of the time, left the sofa and stood up, panting and stared at Mao Yong.

"What does Mr. Lu thinks it means, what does it mean," Mao Yong walked towards Lin Yan with a wicked smile.

Lu Xiaozhong reached out and grabbed Mao Yong's shoulder. The flat head next to him opened his hand with a slap, and pushed him hard. Lu Xiaozhong staggered back to the sofa.

Mao Yong turned his head and smiled very proudly: "Mr. Lu, do you think your father is still the director?"

The two flat heads pinched their fingers and stared at Lu Xiaozhong with malicious intentions, bullying a former director-general young master. The fear and helplessness in his eyes made them feel very satisfied, and they even thanked Mao Yong for giving them this opportunity.

Lu Xiaozhong fell on the sofa in a daze. Mao Yong's words hit him in the weakness. The fierce eyes of two flat heads made him realize that he had gone from being held and patted by the director at any time to being tragic for being bullied.

Mao Yong was in a very comfortable mood. Lin Yan was targeted by him as soon as she appeared in Fanatic Di, but she did not take action rashly before finding out the details. Who knows what background this girl with a good appearance has?

Until he saw Qi Ran's attitude towards Lu Xiaozhong, Mao Yong was immediately confident and did not even dare to mess with the son of the director who was dismissed. This pair of boys and girls were just young men and girls who were waiting to be slaughtered!

He didn't take the tender look at Lin Yan at all, and walked slowly towards Lin Yan, hoping to see the fear in the eyes of this innocent girl.

Unfortunately, the girl frowned slightly and looked at him coldly. In addition to disgust, her eyes also had a faint sense of condescendingness, and there was no such fear that a good girl should have for the big brother in society.

Maybe he is a top student with good grades and high praise from teachers and classmates! Mao Yong thought this way, and looked at the cold little beauty, and he felt even more itchy. "Little sister, you offended my friend Mr. Lu, just offended my brother Yong. Why? Have three drinks with me and let's make friends, so let's forget about this."

Mao Yong winked, and brought a wine glass with one of his flat heads, covered his hands with his sleeves, and added some powdery things into the wine without any trace.

"Come on, have a drink with me," Mao Yong smiled and hugged Lin Yan's shoulders without a smile.

The disgust on the girl's face became more and more obvious. She took a step back and was about to speak when she saw the wine bottle raised high in Qi Ran's hand.

Since Mao Yong appeared, Qi Ran was like most teenagers who had not yet left the school gate. When facing this person, he would instinctively feel nervous, his heart was beating, sweat was soaked in his palms, and even his throat was a little dry and tight.

But when Mao Yong ended the conversation with Lu Xiaozhong and walked towards Lin Yan with malicious intentions, the flames in Qi Ran's heart suddenly burned, his whole chest was swelling as if it was about to explode, blood in his body surged onto his head, and his temples thrust.

Anger completely overwhelmed fear. He grabbed a bottle of wine, swung it hard with the greatest strength, and smashed it at Mao Yong's forehead!

The two flat heads opened their eyes wide. They didn't take much precautions from the beginning, but focused more on Lu Xiaozhong. As a result, Young Master Lu, who was very cool before, did not dare to move. Instead, this young man who seemed to be young, took action, and he was so fierce!

Lu Xiaozhong also opened his mouth wide, watching the wine bottle draw a perfect arc in the air, and headed straight for Mao Yong's head.

Mao Yong, who was also unprepared, had no time to react. The bottle of wine in his vision became bigger and bigger, and it opened on his forehead with a bang.

With the sound of the glass shaking, Mao Yong's body shook, and blood flowed down his forehead. He looked at Qi Ran with anger in disbelief, and reached out to wipe the blood on his face. Only then did he feel a dizzy turn and fall softly to the ground.

The music stopped, and there were a few screams from women, with more excitement than fear, and then the crowd gradually surrounded.

Most of the wine bottle that knocked Mao Yong was broken, Qi Ran tightly held the bottle with only the neck left, his face turned red, he gritted his teeth hard, and panted heavily, like an angry little lion, standing fearlessly in front of Lin Yan.
Chapter completed!