Five Hundred and Sixtieth Chapters Rear-End

Xia Beiqing grew up pampered, with his ten fingers never touching the spring water. After he met Shen Zhiyu, it was the first time he washed the dishes and did housework for the first time.

"No need." Shen Zhiyu snatched the cup from Xia Beiqing's hand, and walked into the kitchen: "Get out of my house, immediately!"

Xia Beiqing's eyes darkened, and he grabbed Shen Zhiyu's waist violently, and pressed him against the frosted glass door of the kitchen. With a few bangs, all the cups in Shen Zhiyu's hand fell to the ground, Got to fall apart.

Xia Bei leaned over him, his eyes filled with aggression and possession, as if he had turned into a wild beast, trying to swallow him alive.

"Mr. Shen, either let me stay here and I will be very obedient and do nothing, or I will tie you up now."

Shen Zhiyu's pupils behind the lenses shook: "Are you threatening me?"

"Of course not." Xia Beiqing's fingers lightly brushed across Shen Zhiyu's cheeks, and the corners of his lips curled up into an inexplicable smile: "I just give you two choices, if I tie you up, you can There is really no personal freedom.”

Shen Zhiyu pushed Xia Beiqing away violently, picked up the cup on the ground and threw it at Xia Beiqing, Xia Beiqing stood still and did not hide, even though the cup hit him on the head, in an instant, a stream of blood flowed from the Oozing from the wound, trickling down his brow bone.

The young man stood there, staring at Shen Zhiyu with blood-stained eyes, and smiled even more sinisterly and strangely.

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Ye country, Jun's family.

Jun Siche just finished his lunch, got up from his chair, glanced at Uncle Zou with his light eyes, and said coldly: "The old man comes back from the city the day after tomorrow, how do you explain it?"

Knowing that Jun Siche was referring to Xia Beiqing, Uncle Zou was dumbfounded for a moment.

If the old man finds out that Xia Beiqing is not studying and went to Shuo Country, he still went for a man, and the identity of that man is still...

"Tokyo, I..."

"What's your itinerary for the afternoon?" Junsche changed the subject.

Uncle Zou was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses, and replied: "There is a meeting in the afternoon, and you need to go to Jun's in person. The car is ready."

"Go directly." Junsche stepped out.

A Maybach was driving fast on the road, and Junsche was sitting by the car window, holding a tablet computer in his slender white hands, and was checking the company report.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, as if something hit the rear of the car hard, and the body of the car bumped accordingly. Junsche leaned forward, and the tablet in his hand hit the seat. .

Uncle Zou was terrified, stepped on the brake hastily, and turned to look at Junsche: "Are you okay?"

Junsche sat up straight and frowned: "It's okay, let's go down and see what's going on."

Uncle Zou opened the door and got out of the car. Not long after, he knocked lightly on the window outside. Junsche rolled down the window. Uncle Zou stood outside and said, "A rear-end collision happened. That person said he wanted to discuss with you."

Junsche opened the car door, stepped out of the car, and saw a Bentley parked behind, the front of the car was touching the rear of the Maybach, and the rear of the car had been smashed to pieces.

There was a man standing next to Bentley. The man was as long as jade, wearing a pure white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, and his collar was slightly open. He had an elegant and dignified demeanor.

He walked up to Junsche with slender legs, narrowed his gloomy eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, it's my responsibility."