The sick young master went to dance again

Chapter 11

Song Yuxing didn't respond at all, instead his crooked body fell to the side.

Just when his head was about to hit the floor, Lu Si quickly reached out to support his shoulder, and stretched out his index finger to touch his nose to sniff.

still alive.

Lu Si bent his knees and squatted in front of the young man, his deep and sharp gaze fell on his face as if it were real, not letting go of any detail, and it passed like this for 2 minutes.

The person in front of him still didn't move at all, his delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, his cold white skin revealed a sickly paleness, and even his breathing was a little weak.

It is really a leader in the Porcelain industry.

"I'll see how long you can act."

The man sneered very lightly, then got up and walked outside without looking back.

Although Song Yuxing is not an actor, but he is well versed in the self-cultivation of an actor, he continued to tilt his head against the wall and remained motionless, even though the target person had already walked away.

The passing young guests were taken aback by his appearance. There are often drunk people lying dead in the bar, but the young man does not smell of alcohol, and his expression is not very good.

Those who didn't know thought there was some kind of murder here.

"Hey, little brother, are you okay?"

"Little brother, wake up..."

Within a short while, five or six guests surrounded Song Yuxing, sniffing and pushing his shoulders, and planned to call 120 for an ambulance.

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched slightly in a coma, and then he opened his eyes in full view of everyone. Facing everyone's concerned and surprised eyes, he raised his slender index finger to his lips and made a silent movement.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"I was just joking with my friends."

Onlookers: "..."

"You young people really know how to play!"

"It's fine, everyone, let's go."

After saying a few words, the onlookers left.

Song Yuxing closed his eyes and entered the state of lying dead again.

That bastard Lu Si really doesn't care about him, does he?

Hiss...that slap just now really hurt.

Song Yuxing felt bored, so he silently greeted Lu Si's relatives in his heart. After about 2 minutes, footsteps sounded next to him.

The fire of hope ignited in Young Master Song's heart again.

He could feel someone squatting down in front of him, watching him, and even reaching out to touch his cheek.

Heh... this Lu guy is just a sanctimonious hypocrite, he was not interested in him just now, and now he is trying to mess with him while he is unconscious.

"Tsk... This little girl looks really juicy."

"Come on, brother will take you home."

Ok? !

wrong!

This greasy uncle-like voice is not Lu Si at all!

This **** is a wretched pervert!

He was actually touched by this salty pig's hand!

Song Yuxing felt sick both physically and psychologically. Regardless of whether he was acting or not, his fist was already hardened, and when he was about to punch the wretched man in the face, there was a sudden pain in his ear howling.

Somebody did it first.

Lu Si didn't expect that Song Yuxing was still lying here, and a man with a particularly wretched appearance was touching him, his body's reaction was faster than he thought, and he immediately kicked him.

Song Yuxing let go of her clenched fist silently, and secretly opened her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the wretched man who had been kicked to the ground, and a pair of long legs.

He silently closed his eyes again.

The grass mud horse is really disgusting!

If this man surnamed Lu hadn't arrived in time, he would have beat up this wretched perverted man until he didn't even know his mother!

The wretched man struggled to get up from the ground, with a ferocious expression on his face, "You fucking dare to spoil me..." The cursing voice stopped abruptly.

Because he could clearly see the man standing in front of him. He was tall and had long legs, and his figure covered under the cloth was full of strength. Most importantly, the aura radiated from him from the inside out.

The long and narrow eyes were slightly lowered, looking down at him, indifferent and cold, like a king looking down on all living beings.

With his left hand in his pocket and his right hand holding a bottle of mineral water, Lu Si spit out a word from his mouth, "Get lost."

The wretched man responded with a numbness, and rolled quickly.

Lu Si's eyes shifted to the young man who was still sitting on the ground leaning against the wall in a coma. He hadn't woken up after being touched like that by others just now.

He knelt down again, and unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle in his hand unhurriedly, threatening between the lines: "I give you five seconds, if you leave it here for me to fill, this bottle of ice water will be poured down." on your head."

"five--"

"Four--"

……

Song Yu Xinglei closed her eyes motionlessly.

He guessed that the other party was just threatening him and would not play the real game.

However, reality gave him a head-on blow.

When the cold bottle of ice water was poured on his head and dripped down his cheeks to stain his clothes, he was really chilled.

What a familiar experience.

A brace.

Song Yuxing: "..."

"..."

"..."

land!Four!

I!Grass!you!big!Lord!of!