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    Fu Qinghan was suddenly in a trance. Looking at the cold and slightly mocking expression on Chu Yin’s face, he felt that he really didn’t understand him.

    This club has gathered many people from the upper class of S City who have great money and capital. Although Chu Yin is the organizer, the other people have equal control over him. The Qing Gang can be said to cover half of the sky, but Chu Yin has not completely taken over the power of the old man… He’s actions at this moment are not so much confident as they are the unique domineering style of the underworld leader who is not afraid of anything.

    In the current situation, the atmosphere has frozen to the freezing point. Everyone is beating a drum in their hearts and has their own opinions. Without exception, the strings in their hearts have reached the extreme.

    Fu Qinghan took a deep breath, put his hand on the back of Chu Yin’s hand, and said, “That’s enough.”

    Chu Yin’s cold and hard facial contours were not gentle at all, and his deep pupils were like lurking poisonous snakes, their fangs were hidden deep, and their throats were sealed with blood. They could kill people at any time, which was full of warning.

    He glanced at Fu Qinghan, with a sneer on his lips: “Okay, I’ll give you face.”

    The iron-like hand suddenly released, and the man screamed until his voice became hoarse. The hot sweat on his head made him look like he had just poked his head out of the hot spring. His neck was flushed, and his chest heaved violently. He quickly covered his shrunken penis with both hands, not daring to touch it easily. The pain was heartbreaking.

    The eyes under the mask revealed a bit of irrepressible resentment, staring at Chu Yin. If possible, the knives in his eyes would have cut him into pieces!

    Chu Yin didn’t know how many times he had faced such a look in his life. Countless weaklings or betrayers showed such expressions of determination for revenge in front of or behind he. He pulled the corners of his lips coldly, pulled out a sarcastic smile, and added fuel to the fire: “Your dick is wilted, you want to fuck me with those two moves? Ha, don’t let me down.”

    After that, he directly called the bodyguards, and without even giving the last bit of face to the man, he threw him downstairs and threw him out.The man covered his lower body and was looked at strangely by the residents next to him while he was naked. Soon, the security guard forced him out.

    Fu Qinghan shuddered a little. Chu Yin was the most unruly person she had ever seen.If it were Fu Shuang, he would only act after making a decision, and remain silent until everything was well planned. Once he took action against someone he didn’t like, he would definitely leave no trace. You could not catch him, and the dead would not feel resentful;

    For someone as strong as Chu Yin who draws hatred, Fu Qinghan thought that the reason why he could survive to this day was probably because of his iron-blooded skills and the ruthlessness of a mad dog, which made up his strength.

    Thinking that he was dealing with these men, Fu Qinghan was a little worried about himself. Her fingers brushed somewhere under the little finger of her right hand. The beginning of the palm print was deeply dented, and the flesh and blood was wrapped in it, and the crisis was there.

    Because of this unexpected accident, most people left in a hurry. Fu Qinghan simply took a shower and changed clothes. When he came out of the bathroom, he saw Chu Yin standing naked on the balcony smoking.There were two lounge chairs with parasols placed next to them. On the low glass table in the middle, there was a set of syringes and other tools. There was a small capsule left in the small transparent plastic box.

    Fu Qinghan looked at the smoke carefully, frowned, walked over and stood next to he, and said softly: “You are really not afraid of dying early.”

    Viewed from the side, the man’s face becomes more angular. If you get up close, even if you can only see half of his face and eyes, you can see that his skin is almost impeccable and his facial features are also very attractive. The bulging curve of his nose and the curvature of his eyelashes are all fascinating.

    Chu Yin raised his head slightly, opened his thin lips slightly, and spit out an eye circle, followed by another one. He’s eyes were half-closed, with an expression of enjoyment that he was about to die.

    He turned his head and looked at her with a slight sneer: “Oh? Are you caring about me?”

    Fu Qinghan didn’t want to talk to him anymore. Chu Yin was cuter when he didn’t talk.When he speaks, there is absolutely nothing pleasant to say, and with his always arrogant, indifferent or sarcastic eyes, I don’t know if he has devoted his life to offending everyone in the world. I am really curious how Shen Yufeng can have fun with him.

    Fu Qinghan ignored he, asked someone to give him a pack of menthol cigarettes, took one out and lit it, keeping his distance from Chu Yin.The two of them each smoked their own. Chu Yin was in a state of ecstasy under the influence of marijuana. He glanced sideways at her, focusing on her slender fingers holding the cigarette. There was a smile in his eyes. He said: “Smoking is so boring, why don’t you try something strong?”

    “I haven’t lived enough yet.” Fu Qinghan glanced at he and said bluntly.

    “Talk to me like this, and you might die faster than any drug addict.” Chu Yin turned around, leaning his broad back against the upper edge of the tempered glass, spreading his elbows, and his face was shrouded in smoke, blurring the outline of his chin.

    Fu Qinghan looked indifferent: “Why do you say people are not omnipotent? Because when you threaten the other party, you must first make sure that she cares about the thing you want to use to threaten her. In other words, a person who doesn’t care about anything is invincible.”

    Chu Yin smiled: “I hate people like this the most, but no matter how helpless he is, as long as he is dead, at least he will not come around in front of me and make me look angry.”

    “Sooner or later you will die at the hands of someone more arrogant than you.” Fu Qinghan frowned.

    Chu Yin shrugged: “At this time, I am the invincible person again.”

    Not only was this man cruel to others, he was also not very kind to himself. Fu Qinghan actually had some interest in him other than the physical.

    she asked, “Why do you want to show off? I thought you would be happy to see others humiliate me.”

    Chu Yin was in high spirits, his mind was full of mist, and all kinds of messy thoughts were stuffed in the corners, and he said casually: “You still need a reason to protect the calf?”

    “…” Fu Qinghan didn’t know whether he was moved or something else. He was silent for a moment, stepped forward and smoked out the “marijuana” that Diao had on his lips, put the half-smoked menthol cigarette holder between his lips, and said calmly: “Wake up, it’s time to go.”

    Chu Yin looked at her with squinted eyes, and took a deep breath of the cigarette. The cool mint flavor rolled through his throat and penetrated into his lungs, giving back a deeper chill. The smoke dispersed from his mouth and nose, dimly obscuring some subtleties in his eyes, and the “um” response was vague and ethereal.

    Fu Qinghan put out the cigarette in his hand, straightened his back and looked down at the city.

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