My Bamboo Horse is Very Sinister

Alley

Feng Hao still tried to stand up, but Qi Sheng stepped on him with one leg on the sofa, lifting his chin slightly——

"What did you call her just now?"

Meng Xianxian's face suddenly changed and she quickly stepped forward to relieve the situation, saying, "Qi Sheng, this is all just a joke."

"Is it funny?" Qi Sheng sneered at her coldly,

"Did she eat your meal? Is it your turn to laugh at her?"

Meng Xianxian didn't expect Qi Sheng to even scold her, and he was so fierce. His eyes immediately turned red in a big circle.

Feng Hao was also a bit scared.

Although he dressed out of style and was popular in hip-hop, he was a bit of a soft persimmon inside and didn't dare to say anything to Qi Sheng.

"It was really just a joke, I didn't mean anything. I don't believe you asked her. We were still joking before, and she didn't say anything."

Jiang Luo stood behind Qi Sheng, unsure if he wanted to speak.

Qi Sheng doesn't even look at her, nor does he need her to explain anything.

"Are you joking?" He relaxed his legs, turned around, picked up a bottle of beer, opened the bottle cap with his teeth, and poured it onto

Feng Hao, soaking him wet like a drowned rat.

The next second, Feng Hao stood up angrily and said, "Don't go too far!"

Qi Sheng sat calmly on the sofa, slightly lifting his chin and looking at him contemptuously,

"Sorry, I was just joking too. You're not really angry, are you? You're so stingy?"

Feng Hao wiped the dripping yellow liquid on his forehead with his sleeve, his chest heaving and breathing fiercely, almost trembling with anger.

But Qi Sheng's eyebrows were sharp, his eyes were indifferent, and he didn't do anything.

He just sat elegantly by the sofa, his full open aura making Feng Hao dare not really offend him.

"I'm unlucky!" Feng Hao threw the bottle next to the coffee table, kicked it, and angrily walked out, along with a few boys.

The private room suddenly felt a bit awkward, and the chubby man took the lead in easing the atmosphere, holding the microphone and saying, "I'll order 'Later'. Does anyone sing with me?"

"You can sing it yourself."

"Okay, Pang Ge is going to show off his singing voice again. After I finish singing, you should lay flowers for me."

"Let me lay a wreath for you!"

Jiang Luo watched the fat man deliberately sing off key, making the girls burst into laughter. Sometimes, she thought he was also quite impressive, always able to turn embarrassment into ease.

It seems like as a chubby person, there is a responsibility to cater to everyone and make a fool of oneself.

Even if an offensive joke is made, a chubby person should not be angry, because being "broad hearted and chubby" should be a joke made by everyone.

However Jiang Luo glanced at Qi Sheng beside her.

He lazily leaned against the sofa, calmly gazing at the TV screen in front of him, his coffee colored eyes reflecting a faint blue light with no expression.

For so many years, whenever Qi Sheng was present, just like just now, he would never tolerate anyone making fun of Jiang Luo.

Noticing the girl's gaze, Qi Sheng's gaze drifted towards her and said, "What are you looking at, being handsome by dad?"