First Frost ( Requested )

"What's wrong with you! Me, what did I say!" Cha Xingde put one hand on the ground, and the other hand pushed Sang Yan's hand away, and said with a big tongue, "I'm going to drink and drink. Wine! Who is in trouble!"

Sang Yan let go and looked at him uncertainly.

"Have you treated guests like this?" Che Xingde reluctantly sat up, rubbing his head painfully, "Mom, you are waiting for me, what kind of stuff..."

As if feeling dirty, Sang Yan did not speak and stood up.

Che Xingde looked up at him, his forehead was stained with dust, and the skin was broken in several places. He bared his dark yellow teeth and smiled triumphantly: "Oh, I understand. I touched your woman. I'm upset, right?"

Sang Yan's eyelids drooped slightly.

"Is it necessary? It's all men, you should understand it too?" Cha Xingde still smiled, "And it's not just a woman, Frostfall is indeed--"

Before he could finish speaking, Sang Yan kicked him hard in the stomach.

Che Xingde was unprepared, and his body instantly slammed into the wall behind him, causing a huge crash from his body. He immediately fell to the ground, propped his hands on the ground, and retched uncontrollably.

Sang Yan stared at him blankly, with broken hair falling on his forehead, unable to see the emotion between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Fuck you..." Che Xingde trembled in his uncomfortable voice, but noticed that there were no other people around this street, and did not dare to say anything that irritated him, "I want to call the police..."

Sang Yan squatted down again, grabbed his hair fiercely, and pulled it up.

"What kind of police?"

"..."

"Aren't you drunk and unsteady, and fell to the ground." Sang Yan pulled the corner of his lower lip lightly and said casually, "I just want to help you stand up, how can you pay back your gratitude and revenge?"

With that, Sang Yan stood up, picked him up easily, and pushed him to the wall again.

Che Xingde's body hit the extremely hard concrete wall again, feeling that his internal organs were about to be shattered.

Sang Yan stared at him straight, the hostility on his body did not hide. Seeing Che Xingde's embarrassed appearance, his expression did not change, and his voice was neither light nor heavy: "Why didn't you stand still?"

"..."

"Che Xingde?" Sang Yan found his name in his memory, speaking slowly, as if squeezing out of his teeth word by word, "Do you want me to help you up?"

Che Xingde could not speak, only waved his hands and moved his body to the other side.

at this time.

Sang Yan heard the phone vibrating, his eyelashes moved slightly, stopped, took out the phone from his pocket and glanced at his eyes.

It's Wen Yifan's news.

Wen Frost: [When are you going home today? 】

Wen Shuangjiang: [I have already arrived home. After the interview, my colleague took me downstairs. 】

Sang Yan watched for a few seconds, then replied: [Late today]

Sang Yan: [Sleep first]

After replying, Sang Yan turned his neck and played with his phone. He didn't make any extra moves. He stood there and looked at him condescendingly: "I wish you had seen me for the last time."