Seeing Chen Fei, she couldn't wait to run over and threw herself into his arms.

With a cry: "You scared me to death. Do you know that when I came here, I ran into the car and lost my wallet? I..."

Her thoughts were confused and she didn't even know what she was talking about.

A mixture of snot and tears flowed all over Chen Fei's shirt.

A warm current flowed through my heart. In this huge city, it turns out that there is a person who is worried. This is the feeling. This feeling is not bad.

However, she pressed his hand so much that it hurt.

He grinned and pushed Zhou Zhiruo away, comforting him: "Zhiruo, don't be like this. I'm fine. It's all Baochun's fault for speaking so exaggeratedly on the phone."

Baochun, who was standing nearby, looked confused and said innocently: "How can you blame me? I'm just telling the truth."

He dug a hole and received a beating for no apparent reason. Now everyone is blaming him. Is he guilty or something?

"It's none of his business, I'm useless." Zhou Zhiruo lowered her head and muttered: "When I heard you were injured, my brain stopped working."

Chen Fei smiled and explained his wounds: "Don't worry, I have no fractures, hand dislocation or skin trauma, it just looks a little ugly."

She looked up at his forehead. The wound that had just been bandaged was covered with blood, and the corners of his mouth were also black and blue. It looked shocking.

She stretched out her hand to caress the wound on his head: "Your forehead is still bleeding, does it hurt?"

Suddenly realizing that he was very tired like this, he quickly took the case in his hand and said, "I'll help you sit over there first. Be careful."

Seeing her treating him as a seriously ill patient, he felt inexplicably warm in his heart, and he silently enjoyed her care.

"When I get back later, I'll boil the eggs and scald them for you."

"good!"

"What else do you want to eat? I'll make it for you. I heard that pigeon soup is good for healing wounds. How about I make the soup for you to drink!"

"good!"

Baochun felt a little sad when he saw the two of them being so intimate.

"I'm going to buy a drink, do you want it?" He made an excuse and walked out.

The words were spoken to Zhou Qing, but before she could speak, the man left. Zhou Qing looked at the couple sitting on the stools torturing the dog, and at Baochun who looked jealous, as if he knew

Something happened.

Baochun walked to the vending machine, threw a few coins in, and ordered the drinks he wanted to buy, but the vending machine didn't respond.

He couldn't help but pat the camera, but there was still no response.

What a hell it is today. Not only are people at odds with him, but even a vending machine is against him.

Thinking like this, my heart was really furious, and I was slapped several times with "Bang Bang Bang!"

It was as if the machine in front of him was being beaten like a human being. The sound was so loud that even Zhou Qing who was following behind was startled.

Baochun also saw Zhou Qing and said nonchalantly: "This machine is out of order. It won't work unless it is repaired."

After saying that, he slapped it again.

Zhou Qing smiled: "You want something to drink? Come with me somewhere!"

In this way, Zhou Qing took Bao Chun to a tavern that was open 24 hours a day. It only sold wine and drinks, and nothing else.

However, this tavern has a wide variety of drinks, not to mention red and white beers, but also fruit wine and bubble wine. If you can tell what you want to drink, the tavern will bring it to you.

This is the place where she often gets drunk. When she is in a bad mood or stressed, she will come here to drink some.

The environment is also what she likes, it is very clean, it is a place for drinking and getting drunk, but it is not as noisy as a bar.

She ordered a dozen Heinekens, and the waiter opened two bottles for the two of them and put them on the table. Baochun picked up one bottle, pointed it at the mouth of the bottle, raised his head and slurped down the bottom.

Baochun called for the waiter again, "Please, please open all these."

"You seem to be much thirstier than I thought." Zhou Qing said leisurely.

He took out a cigarette and lit one, glanced at Zhou Qing, and handed one over.

Zhou Qing waved her hand to indicate not to smoke.

He took it back and put it on the table, blew out a smoke ring and said, "I'm going to sit here for a long time, you don't have to accompany me."

"It's not your exclusive responsibility to have something on your mind. Maybe it's because you're accompanying me!"

It must be said that Zhou Qing has a very high emotional intelligence.

Baochun smoked silently and said nothing. She could sit down if she wanted.

"I'll go to the bathroom first and come out to drink with you!" After Zhou Qing finished speaking, she stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

After walking a few steps, I met a drunk man walking towards me.

He was walking staggeringly and was holding a bottle of wine in his hand. Zhou Qing passed him by.

He took Zhou Qing's hand and said, "Miss, I'll treat you to a drink!"

The drunkard came very close and breathed out a foul smell.

He drank a little too much and squeezed Zhou Qing's hand until it hurt. Zhou Qing immediately became angry and struggled: "Let go, go away!"

"Miss, you smell so good." The drunk man pulled Zhou Qing and sniffed her vigorously, with a look of intoxication on his face.

This made Zhou Qing both annoyed and scared, and her voice became louder unconsciously: "I told you to go away, did you hear me?"

But this drunkard had long been blinded by lust, so how could he listen to her warning.

He held her hand ruthlessly, touching and squeezing it.

This caused Zhou Qing to scream repeatedly.

"Ah! What are you doing? Go away, go away!"

The cry attracted the attention of everyone present, including Baochun of course. He clenched his fists, walked up to the drunkard in two or two steps, and pulled the drunkard away.

"Bang!" Without saying a word, he punched his face hard: "Oh no, go to hell!"

This punch was done with all his strength, and the drunkard flew to the booth next to him, fell to the ground, and knocked over the wine bottle on the table.

There was a series of clanging noises, and the guests at that table, two women, screamed in fright and ran away.

The drunkard's nose was bleeding. He shook his head and struggled twice but still couldn't get up.

When Baochun saw this, he clenched his fists and rushed forward.

I happened to be so angry that I couldn't find a way to vent my anger. This drunkard even hit the muzzle of his gun. I'm going to use you as a punching bag today.

"Don't cause trouble!" At this time, Zhou Qing jumped out and quickly stopped him.

"open!"

While the two were arguing, the drunk picked up the fallen wine bottle from the ground and rushed towards Baochun.

He shook off Zhou Qing's hand and stepped forward to greet her.

With a hand, he blocked the bottle that the drunkard was swinging at him.

Then there was a counterattack, pushing the drunk man against the wall and punching him in the stomach.

The drunkard was in pain, and with a cry of "Ah!" he covered his stomach and slid to the ground along the wall in pain.

But Baochun still didn't stop, raised his fist and shot his head left and right.

"Don't fight, don't fight!" Zhou Qing stood nearby and shouted anxiously. She had never seen Baochun like this before, so she could only be anxious but didn't dare to step forward to help him.

However, the movement here quickly attracted the attention of the store owner, and soon several people came up and pulled him away.

Baochun's strength was so great that several people were carried away by his strength, and they were almost unable to hold them back.

The people trying to stop the fight simply hugged him like sloths, one or two, and in a blink of an eye, Baochun felt it was difficult.

The drunkard was mostly awake, touching his bruised and swollen face, and got up angrily to rush forward and fight back.

But he was soon stopped by an employee.
Chapter completed!