Chapter 70

The man with sunglasses smiled gloomyly: "Su Yuanqing thought he had plagiarized other people's works, but later, because he was afraid that things would be exposed, he simply killed people. In my opinion, like father, like daughter, the organizer should give us enough confidence to believe that everything is fine, instead of talking.

Su Qianmian clenched his fists and trembled uncontrollably. All the fangs just now were gone, but they couldn't say a word.

She stared at the sunglasses man, which was a kind of resentment and hatred, so strong that the sunglasses man did not dare to look directly at her, or even dare not say another word about Su Yuanqing.

"My father is Su Yuanqing, and I'm proud of him!"

Su Qianmian picked up the steps from the high platform, walked step by step to the man with sunglasses, narrowed his eyes, stretched out his right hand to slap him, but was quickly grabbed by the wrist by the man with glasses: "Is this the only one?"

Su Qianmian looked at him with no expression on his face, and suddenly stretched out his left hand and threw it decisively at the face of the man with sunglasses.

Unprepared, unpreparable.

The man with sunglasses was beaten so that his head tilted to one side and looked at Su Qianmian in disbelief.

"You grabbed my right hand, but I still have my left hand." Su Qianmian said and raised her hand, and everyone's eyes followed her movements.

Su Qianmian pinched the certificate, and then tore it in half!

Everyone was stunned: It was an opportunity to visit and exchange at the Swedish Academy of Arts, the awarding institution of the Nobel Prize in Literature!

Yes, no matter how wronged she is, no matter how much the other party is, if she beats someone in the middle, the strong will become the weak, and the unreasonable will also become reasonable. She won the first prize, and she is a public figure. Public figures can't beat people under any circumstances.

The moment she step down, she was ready.

Maybe it's silly. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and a man can bend and stretch. But she just can't calm down her anger, but she can't pretend to be indifferent rationally.

She is too young.

Su Qianmian was dumbfounded in everyone's eyes, straightened his waist, and left step by step.

Shen Cheng was waiting for her outside the door. He said that he could not stand the strong rottenness of the books there, and there was a serious lack of meeting spirit. Although he was ridiculed by Su Qianmian, he was still righteous enough to wait for him outside the door.

Seeing Su Qianmian's red eyes coming out, Shen Cheng was anxious: "Qianmian, what's wrong with you?"

Su Qianmian got on his motorcycle: "Drive!"

Shen Cheng became more and more nervous: "What's wrong? The information is wrong. Didn't you actually win the prize? Or is someone bullying you?

Su Qianmian pushed him: "Drive!"

Shen Cheng didn't dare to delay and quickly gave her a helmet: "Take it. Where are you going?

Su Qianmian held his helmet and didn't bring it. He just said to him with red eyes, "Whatever."

Shen Cheng sighed heavily, started the motorcycle, and took her away.

It's just that they just left, and a luxurious and low-key ×× quickly stopped at the door of the venue. The door of the car opened, and a man in clothes hurried into the venue.

Su Qianmian poured a cup in the bar, and Shen Cheng was helpless beside him.

"Big Black, where's your first prize? Did you get pried by someone else?"

"Tear it! No more!"

Shen Cheng grew up and said: Just kidding!

Su Qianmian smashed the wine glass in his hand on the bar: "How can he say my father! How can he say my father!!"

Shen Cheng probably guessed the reason and sighed.

In his impression, Su Qianmian's father was a good person. Later, when that happened, it was difficult for relatives and friends to accept it. It must be even more difficult for Su Qianmian, who has always respected Su's father, to accept it. When others said that she absolutely went away.

It's been so long. What can I say? Alas!

"Who is he?" Shen Cheng asked. He wants to vent his breath for her.

"How do I know!?" Su Qianmian was drunk, with anger in her heart, and her mouth smelled of explosives.

Shen Cheng took a sip of wine. He always feels that this matter is a little strange. Su Qianmian is an ordinary student, not a star. There is no need for the media to dig up other people's ancestors for eighteen generations. He vaguely felt that it had something to do with Su Qianmian's previous 'rich boyfriend'.

"Big Black, your rich boyfriend..."

"He's not my boyfriend!"

"Well, it's not your boyfriend. The one who likes you..."

Su Qianmian's eyes were confused, and his voice was low, with a shallow and unconcealable sadness: "He doesn't like me..."

Shen Cheng's heart ached: Don't you like her? So what does he think she is? Playing! Damn it!!

"Okay, the one you like..."

Su Qianmian shook her head, and her voice seemed to come out of her throat. She deceived herself and said, "I don't like her either."

Don't like it? Ha ha, but the eyes can't lie. Su Qianmian, what is the sadness in your eyes?

Shen Cheng lit a cigarette: "Who is he?" For a drunk like her, go straight to the bar.

"He is a big bastard..."

"..."

Su Qianmian lay on the bar. Because he was drunk, his face was red and blindfolded. The dim and flashing lights in the bar aggravated her headache. Her head seemed to burst, but she didn't want to close her eyes and just wanted to soak her in the glass.

A pair of powerful hands grabbed her arm. She instinctively wanted to wave it off, but the hand did not cooperate with her and slipped her up hard. She staggered and stood unsteadily, so she had to grab the arm to find a balance.

Being restrained, Su Qianmian struggled with dissatisfaction, and the man seemed to know her behavior pattern like the palm of his hand, and resolved all her resistance without trace.

Xun Mochen held the soft Su Qianmian and was furious in his heart: How could she come to such a place! What if the person holding her at this moment is someone else? He didn't dare to think.

He was like a whirlwind, pulling Su Qianmian to rampage. He couldn't wait to get out of the bar for a second, or hide her. No one can touch her and coveted it!

"Hey! What are you doing!" Shen Cheng stopped Xun Mochen: Who is he? Kidnapping? Robbery? Abduction and trafficking? Anyway, it's not a good thing.

Xun Mochen glanced at him, and the rotating light just hit his face. Shen Cheng was stunned: Xun Mochen, president of Kyushu Group.

Shen Cheng was shocked, and the bits and pieces in his memory gathered together. Something flashed by, which made him unbelievable.

Xun Mochen looked at him coldly, just like the king who dominated the wind and clouds. His voice was not warm at all: "If you want to live in the ocean, learn to be good for me!"

Shen Cheng clenched his hand.

Xun Mochen was about to leave, and Shen Cheng blocked it again: "Who are you? Don't you see that she doesn't want to go with you!"

"Well, you don't know who I am?"

"You know what I'm asking."

Xun Mochen took Su Qianmian into his arms and wrapped his powerful arms around her, making her unable to move in his arms.

There was a dangerous and strange light in Xun Mochen's eyes: "Thank you for taking care of Qianqian, but you are obviously not suitable for her."

In his words, there is contempt, contempt, self-righteous pride and superiority of the superior.

Shen Cheng watched Xun Mochen take Su Qianmian away and punched the table fiercely.