Chapter 9

Before Su Qingyuan could reflect why the other party was here, Wang Zheng rushed up.

When he was young and frivolous, Wang Zheng grabbed Lu Liao by the collar and said, "what are you doing?"

The man glanced at him lazily, and immediately, his eyes fell on Su Qingyuan not far away.

She is thinner than she thought.

Satin black skirt tightly wrapped around the slender waist, Yingying a grip. The skirt with pompous degree is just right, showing a pair of * *, lining the skin almost transparent white. It's like a doll.

Skinny shoulders exposed in the air, delicate as words.

Seeing her in such a place, Lu Liao was so angry that he just wanted to throw her on his shoulder and carry her away. At the same time, he unconsciously remembered that day when he was on the subway - his fingertips seemed to still have the greasy touch of that day, full of daughter fragrance.

Su Qingyuan stood in the middle of the students, feeling his eyes coming from the crowd, stunned.

Not far from the bar, several young men saw the situation here and stood up. These people are a few years older than they look and are not students at all. They are full of danger, like a group of social people.

Wang Zheng grinned: "I found it in No.6 middle school?"

"Sixth middle school?" The man who was caught by his collar laughed wildly, as if he had heard the best joke of the year: "I'm not even a middle school."

Drunken people are the most unreasonable. Wang Zheng doesn't talk nonsense. He blows when he picks up his fist. But as soon as he waved his fist, before he came to Lu Liao, he caught it and held it firmly in his hand.

From the back of his hand came the heartfelt pain. Wang Zheng bit his teeth and looked at Lu Liao with hatred.

At this moment, Zheng Lei, who had been smashed, got up from the ground, picked up the bottle and threw it on the tea table. The bottom of the bottle was broken, leaving sharp glass debris - a favorite weapon for teenage boys.

"You let go of brother Zheng!" Zheng Lei carries the bottle and smashes it.

This wine bottle goes down, designated to see blood, a hair out of control. Several boys see this, immediately rushed to stop. Su Qingyuan was also startled, but she knew both sides, so she had to run to pull a fight.

But Zheng Lei, like crazy, runs fast. Before the tug of war, he has reached Lu Liao.

Lu Liao squints at him, but he doesn't even hide. He kicks his foot on the small tea table next to him. The small tea table slides towards Zheng Lei, and all the wine filled with a tea table falls and smashes into pieces. The coffee table turned over and knocked on Zheng Lei's thigh. Zheng Lei was so stumbling that he fell to the ground.

At this time, Su Qingyuan ran to them.

"Stop fighting." Su Qingyuan bit his lower lip and stretched out his hand to pull the man's clothes: "they are all my classmates."

"Classmate? If you're a good classmate, you won't be brought here. "

And dressed like this. She can't see. What kind of eyes do those men use to see her!

Lu Liao grabs Su Qingyuan's wrist and pulls her to her left rear to avoid being hurt by glass debris.

In Wang Zheng's cognition, although the man doesn't admit it, he must be the bastard from No.6 middle school. See Su Qingyuan was caught behind him, Wang Zheng forced earned earned: "you let her go, something to me!"

Lu Liao suddenly cold face: "you are still quite justice?"

His women need other heroes to save beauty?

Wang Zheng clenched his teeth and did not speak.

"Who are you?" The man increased the strength on the hand: "boyfriend?"

Wang Zheng a Leng, suddenly some vent gas. He tightened his brows and squeezed two words out of his teeth: "No."

Lu Liao snorted coldly: "it's not her boyfriend. Can you manage it?"

"I'm in charge of all the students in No.1 middle school!" A complete sentence has not finished, Wang Zheng was pinched almost unable to stand.

Su Qingyuan saw that there was blood dripping from two people's hands. She was a little flustered. If she pinched it again, Wang Zheng's hands would be useless. That's the right hand. I have to read and write.

But she looked carefully, but the blood was not Wang Zheng's.

Su Qingyuan Leng Leng, came forward to seize the man's arm: "you let him go, he is really my classmate."

Lu Liao looked down at her, as if he could see the blood boiling in her black eyes. He clenched his teeth and blue tendons burst out of his temples.

Su Qingyuan was even more afraid, but he didn't look away stubbornly. He just looked at him wrongly.

Fuck.

For a long time, Lu Liao whispered a rough sentence.

His fiancee is being pestered to drink what to make a toast, he stands out for her, she still dares to help this smelly boy plead?

Lu Liao only felt that his anger had no place to vent, and he was tumbling in the five zang organs.

He raised his hand, picked up a bottle of unopened wine, threw it hard, and smashed it behind the bar with anger.

With a loud noise, the glass of the wine cabinet broke. All the wine in the cabinet fell down, and no one survived.

Most of the children in No.1 middle school were shocked to see such a battle.The wine in this cupboard is worth a lot of money. Such a big noise has alarmed the safety of the bar. One by one, strong men with a height of nine meters immediately ran up to stabilize the situation.

Seeing this, more than half of the children in No. 1 middle school run away - no one wants to get into trouble. Among them, the fastest runner is Su Yao, who directly threw Su Qingyuan here.

Behind the security guard, the lobby manager also came: "where's the madman who dares to make trouble here? How dare you smash my wine? "

The manager's surname is Liu. He went to the back of the bar where the incident happened, crouched down and looked at the remains of the wine bottles. Then he stood up, patted the earth on his shoulder with a cold face, and came to Lu Liao and looked at him with disdain.

Lu Liao was wearing a short sleeve shirt and overalls. He was tall, muscular and uninhibited.

Manager Liu didn't know him. He was very contemptuous in his heart - he was really a drunkard. How dare you make trouble in such a high-end bar? I don't know how many eyes Mr. Ma has. Now arrogant, there will be a moment when he kneels down crying for mercy.

Manager Liu cleared his throat and sneered: "you know Is this a place? "

Seeing the manager coming, Zheng Lei was relieved. He got up from the ground again and stood aside, waiting to see how the farce would end.

As everyone knows, comfort is Lu's territory. The whole city a can offend anyone, but not the Lu family.

But the man just glanced at manager Liu and didn't speak. Instead, he sat on the sofa in front of the public.

"Ah, you!" Manager Liu glared, pointed to the person under his hand and said, "pull him up quickly, don't dirty my seat. You, call the police. "

The two strong men were ordered to come up and pull people.

Just then, outside the crowd, another male voice came: "what's the matter?"

The crowd followed the sound. The man was in his forties, Yang Bo, the boss of the bar. Yang Bo goes through the crowd and comes to manager Liu and Lu Liao with a straight face.

Lu Liao stood up with a cold face, and the three men stood up with each other's feet. The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Manager Liu has sweat on his forehead. He bent down and called out in a low voice: "President Yang."

Yang Bo looks at Lu Liao sitting on the sofa, turns his head and looks at the students of No.1 middle school. His eyes sweep Su Qingyuan quietly, and sweat seeps out of his forehead.

He is an "inner minister" of the Lu family and knows more about the Lu family. Of course, he recognized that it was no one else standing here. It was the prince of the Lu family and his fiancee.

And Lu liao He did not expect that Yang Bo would be in the store at this time. He knew that Yang Bo recognized him. If Yang Bo doesn't hold it, shout "young master", or kneel down for him, his identity will be exposed! Lu Liao black face, closely staring at Yang Bo, warning him not to talk.

Yang Bo is like mang on his back - dying, dying on the spot!

After a long time, Yang Bo finally said, "Lao, Lao, Lao Liu, let a group of minors in and sell their wine. How do you manage the stall?"

Lao Liu wondered: How did Mr. Yang stammer? He didn't dare to think about it carefully and explained: "recently, the branch management has been lax, so we didn't look at the ID cards one by one..."

He said so, but he thought in his heart: how could Lao Yang blame the drunkard for smashing the wine, and blame him for letting the students in? Can he see so many guests one by one? The grievances he suffered must be found on the drunk later. He must tear his hand.

"What kind of bar do you open without looking at your ID card? Do you want to make trouble for president Lu? " Yang Bo raised his voice by eight degrees and scolded manager Liu.

Lu Liao took the corner of his mouth with satisfaction: it seems that Yang Bo is a sensible man and didn't break the window paper.

His complacency was fully seen by manager Liu. With anger, manager Liu asked angrily, "Mr. Yang, how can we deal with this boy who has smashed so much wine?"

Yang Bo black line: how to deal with it? If the prince wants to smash it, can you not let him smash it? Not only let him smash, but also let him smash happy, smash not happy, go out on the goods let him continue to smash!

"From your salary!" Yang Bo harshly reprimanded: "if it's not enough, you'll do it for me in vain in the future, until the compensation is over."

"Ah, Mr. Yang, why?" Manager Liu was bitterly aggrieved.

What's also shocking is that the management of the Lu family, a group of onlookers, is too strict

Yang Bo did not speak, turned back to the office.

Lu Liao raised his eyes and looked at manager Liu with a faint expression: "don't you want to call the police? It's a newspaper. "

Light floating words, alienation with a strong sense of oppression anger, plain people a little chilly.

Manager Liu scratched the back of his head. He didn't know that the man in front of him had a lot of talent and didn't dare to speak. Instead, he pointed to Zheng Lei and said, "blow these students out."

Several big men turned their heads and invited the children out.

Zheng Lei is not happy: "ah, what are you doing? He hasn't hit people yet!" He said that, but he was afraid of it. Fortunately, the security guards came in time. Otherwise, they could not beat these social people with their students.Su Qingyuan is also among the students, and he has no choice but to come last.

After Lao Yang returned to his office, he felt that he had just passed the thunder robbery: Amitabha, he survived! But he had heard that young master Lu didn't want to marry Miss Su. How could he follow her now?

Forget it. It's none of his business. It's all right. It's all right!

The crowd dispersed for a long time, and Lu Liao sat on the sofa without saying a word.

The monkey came to him with wine: "brother, don't you go after my sister-in-law?"

Chasing? She left so simply that she didn't even look back.

Who sent her home? He didn't know. He doesn't know if she's going to the hospital with that smelly boy.

What are you after.

Lu Liao raised his eyes and looked at the monkey's eyes as if they were frozen three feet.

He picked up a glass of wine, drank it up, and walked out.

But outside the bar, I saw the little girl holding her shoulder, shrinking in the street.

The author has something to say: monkey: boss, you almost lost your horse, do you know!

Lu Liao: my daughter-in-law is waiting for me at the door. I love you!