Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall - Chapter 1170 New hatred and old hatred, a lifetime of black history that directly hits the soul

   Chapter 1170 New hatred and old hatred, directly attacking the dark history of the soul

   The young man who ran out of the hotel was Qin Mei. He only saw Josh's dazzling blonde hair, but Xiao Yujie and Rong Menglan were not seen by him.

  Josh's eyes lifted slightly, and the face of the person who ran out changed slightly, and the corners of his lips twitched uncontrollably.

   The two ancestors in the room, he has no ability to coax them.

   When the two cubs are obedient, they are really obedient, and when they are tossing about, ordinary people really can't bear it.

After    Qin Mo approached, he realized that the person standing in front of Josh was an acquaintance.

   The closeness and sorrow towards the acquaintances on his face quickly faded, his expression was alienated, and he politely called out, "Young Master Xiao, Master Rong."

   "Second Master Qin—"

  The two knew Qin Mei's identity and nodded to him.

As soon as Xiao Yujie saw Josh, his head was big. He took out a cigarette case from his pocket and put it to his mouth. Recalling the memory of seeing Qin Mo smoking on the balcony at a banquet, he sent the cigarette case to the other party. In front: "Come on one?"

   Qin Mo was tossed by the two little ancestors in the room for a long time, and now he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He did not refuse anyone who came, and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case.

   The cigarettes Xiao Yujie smokes are specially made to order and cannot be bought outside. The tobacco shreds are not very choking when burned into the lungs, and the taste is soft and lingering.

  Qin Mei smoked skillfully, and the lingering blue smoke blurred his sullen face.

   He was entangled by two little ghosts before, and he was one big and two big. With the ease of cigarette inhalation, his emotions were relaxed and his rationality returned to the cage.

He remembered that Josh had a feud with Shao Shao, who was beside him, for a broken leg, but he also knew that Josh was not a vengeful person, not the kind of person who played dirty in private, and it was unlikely that he would continue to entangle last year's revenge. .

   But his mouth is really arrogant, arrogant, arrogant and stinky, and sometimes he wants to be beaten.

  Qin Mei finished his last puff of cigarettes, walked to the metal-faced trash can behind the Roman column, and smashed the cigarettes and threw them into the white sand.

   The cigarette in Xiao Yujie's hand was also extinguished, and he looked at Josh with a blank expression.

   Before he wanted to leave by smoking with Qin Mo, he was blocked by Josh. Whichever direction he went, the other party stepped forward to stop him.

   Now that the cigarettes are finished, Xiao Yujie has a stiff smile on his face: "Qiao Shao, it's getting late, I won't bother you and Qin Er Shao here."

   Josh's lips raised a sarcastic arc: "Whether you like to go or not, it's none of my business!"

   Both attitude and tone can be said to be very unreasonable.

   Xiao Yujie nodded, and stepped sideways to leave, Josh immediately stepped forward to stop him, his eyes staring at him.

   His behavior and what he said were completely two different things. There was no intention of letting people go.

  Rong Menglan leaned on the Roman column and played with his mobile phone. Hearing the young master angry at his friend, he put away his mobile phone and walked over.

   Without waiting for him to clear the siege for his friend, Qin Mo stepped forward and put his arms around Josh's shoulder, facing Xiao Yujie with a bright smile.

   "This kid drank a lot in the house. Don't look at his sober appearance without blushing or panting. In fact, he drank nearly a bottle of red wine."

   This is obviously going down the steps for Xiao Yujie.

   He walked down the steps and said gently to Qin Mo: "No wonder, the hangover soup in this shop is absolutely amazing, and after drinking it that night, it will ensure no headaches the next day and no lack of body."

   Qin Mo answered: "That feeling is good, thank you Xiao Shao."

"polite-"

  Josh looked at the two people talking happily, his face was stinky, and he pulled down Qin Wei's arm on his shoulders.

   "Whoever drinks too much, I'm clearly trying to get him to do something."

   This young master slapped the disguised friendly bubble between Qin Mo and Xiao Yujie into the dust and instantly turned it into nothingness.

  Qin Mo looked at Xiao Yujie's taut and livid face, and couldn't help but laugh at Josh, gritted his teeth and asked, "Master, how old are you? Are you an adult?"

   He had never seen such a willful person.

   They are all decent people, what is the benefit of making things so stiff.

   Even if it is really for the revenge of the broken leg, it should not be such a entangled attitude right now, which is too inconsistent with the temperament of young master Qiao.

  Qin Mo really doesn't understand why Josh is targeting Xiao Yujie now.

  The questioned Josh pursed his lips tightly, and those brown eyes stared at Xiao Yujie fiercely, but he didn't speak to explain.

   His gaze was warm, as sharp as a blade.

  If eyes can kill people, Xiao Yujie at this time is afraid that he will die thousands of times.

  Rong Menglan stood beside his friend, looking at the annoyed look on the face of the young master of the Huo family, as well as the panic and disgust that were hidden in his eyes, he always felt that things were not so simple.

   Last year, when the two of them got into a fight, the tactics were very violent, and Xiao Yujie was bedridden for many days because of this.

   Looking at this young master now, his methods are more like a child's temper tantrum.

  Qin Mo saw a group of people who came out of the hotel. It would be boring to stay in such a stalemate, and he might encounter acquaintances and make people laugh.

   He took Josh's arm and said to Xiao Yujie and Rong Menglan, "There are still people in our room, so go back first."

   After he finished speaking, before the two could speak, he took Josh's arm and walked into the hotel, whispering something as he walked.

   Josh, who was going to continue to find fault, maybe he was worried about something, and looked back at Xiao Yujie, his eyes seemed to be unwilling and compromised.

  The two boys, who were between teenagers and youths, took great strides and quickly disappeared from sight.

  Rong Menglan retracted his gaze, stepped down the steps, and stood in front of the hotel's fountain waiting for the driver.

   He suddenly touched Xiao Yujie, who was standing beside him, with his shoulder: "What's the matter with you and that young master? It doesn't look like it's because of old grudges."

   Xiao Yujie pinched his brows and said in a low voice, "Don't ask."

   His facial features are straight, his face is handsome and masculine, and his black eyes are deep and full of helplessness.

  Rong Menglan raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that something really happened."

  …

  Qin Mei took Josh back to their room, the two stood outside the door and did not go in, clearly they had something to say.

   "What happened to you and that Xiao Yujie, don't tell me it's because of last year."

  Josh's eyebrows and eyes were delicate but extremely cold. His face was red with anger, and he said with difficulty: "At the end of last month, I saw him in the bathroom of the nightclub."

  Thinking of the memory of that day, his hand in his trouser pocket clenched into a fist.

  Qin Mo blinked, and his heart turned out to be a new hatred.

"and then?"

  Under the watchful eyes of his good brother, Josh staggered his eyes and said after a long silence, "I'm making it easy, he touched me with his hand!"

  Qin Mei didn't realize the seriousness of the situation, and continued to ask: "Where did you touch it?"

  Josh didn't make a sound, but subconsciously touched the **** behind him.

   He still remembered the feeling of a magic claw suddenly sticking to his skin when he was happily releasing excess water from his body, as well as the ambiguous words with a smile and banter.

   That is the dark history of his life, which is more direct to the soul than the sequelae brought by his little cousin.

   (end of this chapter)