The next second, Ji Changmu came over with milk tea.

Seeing the posture in front of him, he frowned and strode to Qiao Muyuan's side.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Brother Ji, my eyes are a little uncomfortable today. Do you think the two things standing in front of me are humans or dogs?"

Ji Changmu hadn't paid much attention just now, but now he raised his head and took a closer look. He saw that this couple looked familiar to him, but not very familiar.

"No matter what is in front of it, as long as it blocks your way, it is not a good thing." Ji Changmu probably understood something.

This is one of the reasons why he is unwilling to return to Bincheng. In this place, everyone likes to comment on his life, whether he is an individual or not.

The glory of the Ji family in Bincheng has become a thing of the past, but the Ji family among these people has never disappeared.

"Ji Changmu! Why are you so arrogant?!" The man yelled, "Your family is not good. Your father is corrupt, your mother has an improper relationship with a man, and you are as miserable as a dog. Your wife said

I don’t know how many men I’ve been with… ah!”

Ji Changmu punched the man in the eye, his face was livid and cold!

Qiao Muyuan was so frightened that she took a step back. As expected, her brother Ji had a much more explosive temper than she did.

Ji Changmu's face was dark and ugly, his thin lips pursed tightly. He placed the milk tea on the table beside him, stepped forward, reached out to pick up the man's collar, and punched the side of his face again!

The man's nose was bleeding. Just when he was about to fight back, Ji Changmu raised his fist and punched again!

The man's wife panicked and screamed: "Someone's coming! There's a fight! Is there any law in this? Someone's coming!"

Ji Changmu kicked the man to the ground, grabbed his collar with both hands, and said with scarlet eyes: "One sentence and one fist, you just said so many things that shouldn't be said. If you don't apologize today, I will hit you until you apologize."

until!"

After saying that, Ji Changmu's fists fell on the man like raindrops.

The man is just strong, but he is completely at a disadvantage in front of Ji Changmu!

Ji Changmu hasn't started practicing Taekwondo for a long time, and today is just the day. He has long disliked the people in Bincheng.

He punched the man one after another, his hands were ruthless, and his face was full of cruelty.

Qiao Muyuan was also a little scared. She had never seen Ji Changmu like this.

She suddenly remembered that perhaps the sixteen-year-old Ji Changmu had endured much more than this.

The pain was as painful as a split heart. She had always felt sorry for Ji Changmu, but she could not imagine the pain he had endured.

"Someone is coming! Someone is coming! Is there anyone in your mall?"

The few guests in the lounge had already left.

Just when the woman wanted to go out and call someone, Qiao Muyuan's bodyguard rushed over and blocked the door.

Qiao Muyuan walked over: "You two, keep an eye on it! Don't let anyone in or out!"

"Yes, Miss."

Qiao Muyuan hung his sunglasses on the collar of his dress and turned to look at Ji Changmu who was still beating someone.

Ji Changmu pushed the man to the ground and punched him hard without stopping.

The man on the ground had a bruised nose and swollen face, and his face was covered in blood.

Two buttons of Ji Changmu's shirt were torn apart during the tugging, and there were wrinkles all over his clothes. He didn't care about anything, he just beat the man on the ground with all his strength, his face was cold.

Those words just brought back memories from many years ago.

At that time, the people in Bincheng humiliated him far more than that.
Chapter completed!