The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

1However, what Xie Jingxuan didn't know was that the scene in the private room was completely different.     0

    

The drunk man laughed and tried to please him. "I'm sorry, Brother Yan. It was all a misunderstanding. I'll take responsibility for today's matter. I'll pay for what I have to pay."    

    

A week ago, his brother had passed away drinking here. The hospital had given him a reason for the tragedy caused by the cold medicine and alcohol reaction.    

    

KTV had no responsibility as a businessman, but the drunk man was not convinced. He had come here several times to ask for compensation.    

    

For the first time, in order to make peace, the manager forfeited his order; for the second time, there was no way to call the police and pull him away; who knew he would dare to come a third time.    

    

Coincidentally, he met Brother Yan in the shop.    

    

He didn't know who Brother Yan was, but he vaguely heard that there was such a manager, so he didn't pay much attention to it.    

    

After seeing him tonight, he even felt lucky that he was in his twenties. He might be able to extort money with just a few words.    

    

However, in the short few minutes after entering the private room, the drunk man finally realized what kind of character he had attracted.    

    

The atmosphere was heavy. Just a casual glance seemed to be able to kill.    

    

The drunk man laughed uneasily, "How about this, I'll treat everyone here to a drink and treat it as an apology."    

    

The room was terrifyingly cold. The tall man sat on the sofa with his long legs crossed. He held a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand. It looked like they were worth a lot.    

    

The scar on his face became more and more terrifying. Anyone would think that he was in conflict with Buddha.    

    

The Nan Family was undoubtedly the largest entertainment Empire in the south city. The only heir of the Nan Family, Nan Xingchuan, came here half a month ago to expand the business of the Nan Family.    

    

The name Nan Yan, some people might not have heard of it before. But among the dark forces, this name was like thunder to the ears.    

    

Yan was Xing Chuan.    

    

It was just that Nan Xingchuan did not expect to see Xie Jingzhen in his newly opened KTV.    

    

Just now, the drunk man's wine bottle almost hurt Xie Zhen. If not for his quick movements, the little girl would have been bleeding already.    

    

But luckily that little girl did not recognize him, otherwise she would definitely be scared to tears.    

    

A trace of irritation appeared on Nanxing Chuan's cold face. He looked at the waiter whose face had been scratched in the chaos. With a calm expression, he took a piece of watermelon from the fruit plate and said to the drunk man, "Open your mouth."    

    

The drunk man could not figure out what the man was thinking. He smiled and said, "No, no need. Don't be polite."    

    

Nanxing Chuan nodded and repeated his words expressionlessly, "So you know that we have been polite to you."    

    

"Huh?"    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, the drunk man's leg was kicked hard and he fell to his knees.    

    

His uneasiness turned into fear, and fear surged in his heart. The drunk man looked at Nanxing Chuan. His body was stooped and humble, and he repeatedly muttered, "Never come and cause trouble again." He subconsciously stepped back.    

    

Nanxing Chuan slowly got up, walked closer, and squatted in front of the drunk man.    

    

"Open your mouth." He said again.    

    

The drunk man didn't know what Nanxing Chuan wanted to do, but he could only do it in a panic.    

    

The dim light from the private room flashed past Nan Xingchuan's figure. There was no warmth in his eyes. He looked cold and cold-blooded.    

    

He casually picked up a bottle of wine on the coffee table and smashed it. The glass fragments splashed all over the floor. Nanxing Chuan picked them up one by one and stuffed them into the drunk man's mouth. It was not until his mouth was full of glass fragments that he wiped his hands.    

    

There was no expression on his face. The Buddha beads on his left hand were clean and flawless, not even a little bit dirty.    

    

Nanxing Chuan stood up and looked down at the people under his feet. "Is your brother's matter settled now?"    

    

The drunk man nodded crazily.    

    

Nanxing Chuan cast him a sidelong glance and didn't say anything else. He kicked away the miscellaneous items beside his feet and walked out.    

    

The door opened too suddenly, and several people rushed out in an instant. This gave Xie Jingzhen, who was still stuck outside the door, a scare. She immediately turned her back and pretended to be passing by.    

    

Nan Xingchuan's peripheral vision faintly swept past that figure. In an instant, he bypassed it and turned into the corridor next door.    

    

Feeling the footsteps go far away, Xie Zhen slowly turned around. Who would have thought that at a glance, he would see the drunken man who was half-kneeling on the floor and spitting out glass slag.    

    

He was angrily cursing something. The glass slag mixed with blood sprayed out. Xie Jingzhen was so scared that she covered her mouth and quickly retreated.    

    

Her heart beat rapidly. The bloody scene just now could not be erased in front of her eyes.    

    

Xie Jingzhen's face became even paler. That Brother Yan did not seem to be a good person...