"Are you snatched me again?"

"Get out!"

As soon as Ye Cheng got in the car, he turned on the warm wind and didn't want to pay attention to Lin Yu who was gloating.

…………

Accompanied by the roaring rhythm, the dazzling flash lights turned the people on the dance floor into silhouettes with frames lost. The strong smell of perfume and smoke mixed in the air, stimulating the hormones of these young people and allowing them to spill over their excess energy.

Ye Cheng sat in the private room with a mask of pain, watching the demons dancing speechlessly below, feeling that his entire chest was beginning to resonate with the heavy bass.

Lin Yu said that the girl could not make the girl anxious, so she took Ye Cheng from the airport to the Workers' System. When she turned into the gate, she deliberately punched the accelerator, and it was obvious that she was an old-fashioned criminal.

Ye Cheng, who was so tight that he couldn't stand his chest, grabbed Lin Yu who was flirting with girls, and lay in his ear and said loudly:

"I'll go out and get some breath!"

"ah!?"

Looking at Lin Yu who seemed to be deaf, Ye Cheng took a deep breath and shouted loudly:

"I said! I! Go out! Get some breath!"

"ah!?"

The tired Ye Cheng completely gave up the idea of ​​communication and muttered in a low voice:

"I'll go out and see if there are any good-looking girls."

"I'll go too!"

…………

At the mix door, Lin Yu squatted on the steps with a piece of watermelon, and said to Ye Cheng with a helpless look on his face:

"Can you stop being like an old man? Relax as soon as you should, anyway, no one will pay attention to you."

"Okay, don't let me pick up any pot without opening it. I'm enough..."

"hi!fxxk,off!"

Ye Cheng, who was facing away from the door, was pushed hard before he finished speaking, and the swear words that could be understood without learning English.

"Fuck..."

Ye Cheng quickly pressed Lin Yu who had stood up, and also pressed his swear words that he had been scolding halfway through, then turned around.

The drunk foreigners seemed to understand the wonderful greetings from Zuan, and immediately put away their laughing expressions and came over with a bad expression.

"Hey! Is Mudzai so powerful??"

The Chinese girls who were mixed among these foreigners not only did not dissuade them, but they all looked at Ye Cheng and Lin Yu with contemptuous eyes.

The riot at the door soon attracted everyone's attention. After the audience, these foreigners who had already drunk their heads seemed to have found the stage and their body movements became increasingly large.

The leader was a tall and big white man. After finding out that he was being watched, he looked arrogant and stood up with his chest and put on Ye Cheng.

The pungent perfume smell made Ye Cheng frown in disgust and slowly take a step back.

"Hey! chinese-monkey! grass mud horse!"

When the white-skinned pig saw Ye Cheng's actions, he seemed to think that this was his sign of admitting defeat. He directly used the most discriminatory words to break Ye Cheng's bottom line.

"I! Fuck you!!"

Ye Cheng took the half step back as a force point. When he was accumulating force, his entire upper body tilted to the back side, and then accompanied by the signature national curse of Liu Haizhu, he swung his arm and slapped it.

Even because the speed of throwing out was too fast, the fingertips of the fingertips felt a warm feeling because of the rapid filling of blood.

The only thing that was a little unhappy was that the sentence: "Buy melon seeds for Bai Sizi!" was a bit out of place, and he forced it back into his stomach.

...

Chinese people like to watch the fun. When watching the fun, they all stretched their necks like ducks and looked at it - Lu Xun.

"Bang!"

But the slap sounded like an invisible hand that strangled the necks of the ducks, causing the onlookers to stop abruptly.

The white-skinned pig that had already been drunk was directly poured on the ground. When the foreign garbage next to him came to react, it was stopped by the security guard who rushed over.

The scene was strangely silent for a few seconds, and the noisy talk suddenly burst out.

"Damn it! I've hit someone!!"

"It's really embarrassing the Chinese people! How can we do it!"

"well played!"

"Call the police quickly!!"

...

Ye Cheng lowered his head and rubbed his slightly numb palms. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the woman who said he was embarrassing the Chinese.

The dark pupils were covered by the slightly drooping eyelids, and the sharp eyes were as solid as they were.

"Ha, it's you who are embarrassed. I found a foreign garbage and was still complacent here. I didn't know that I was ridiculed as easygirl. How many years have passed since the Qing Dynasty, how can I still see you, the garbage that admires foreign countries."

"Everyone, with a white-skinned and blue-eyed foreigner sitting in Starbucks, he feels like he is a good person? If you eat some foie gras and some red wine, do you think you are a nobleman?"

"The previous generation of people have been bleeding, sweating and fighting for the rest of their lives, hoping to build our country into world-class. Their backbone has been raised. Why did you make a fuss and kneel down again?"

"Just these foreign goods, the local accents are mixed with the rural atmosphere. In their own country, they may not even be able to afford to eat. Why are you transformed into a foreign master?"

"I'm doing a good job here. These drunks come up and provoke him. How can you please help him!?"

I don’t know when the noise around me gradually became smaller. In the end, Ye Cheng could only hear questions from one person after another in the crowd.

Ye Cheng, who was cursing, sat down on the steps, lit a cigarette, and said arrogantly to the foreigners who were stopped by the security guards:

"Don't stop them, I won't believe it anymore. On my land in China, I can still let you bully me!"

...

"Good saying it!!"

"Around them and wait for the police to come! Why do you let them show off their might in our land!"

"Have backbone!"

The same thing is said, patriotism is the sentiment imprinted in the bones of every Chinese.

Ye Cheng's questioning easily ignited the hearts of the onlookers.

...

The capital's police station was very efficient. After a while, the sound of the police was accompanied by the alternating red and blue lights, which separated the crowd.

"Who called the police?"

The middle-aged police officer in charge frowned when he found out that there were a few foreigners in the crowd.

In fact, for the police officers in charge of the case, every case involving foreign friends is the most difficult. These people always talk about the embassy. They are obviously causing trouble, but they always yell about human rights.

They are really considered China, and they are still the same as before.
Chapter completed!