They can’t fight, they don’t struggle.Under the slightly tighter hand of Cheng Yi, her face gradually became blue and white from the initial rise and red.

The eyes of Cheng Yi were deep and indifferent, and time passed very slowly, and when Zhou He thought he would suffocate, he let go of his hand.Throw her on the ground.

For a long time without touching the air, the chorus of coughing violently.Slightly, she saw the house.The furnishings have almost been emptied, Qi Jingran is tied to a stool in the corner, with something stuffed in his mouth, a half-dead look.

Zhou He's cough was not yet completely calmed down, Cheng Yi went to the rattan chair not far away and sat down, lit a cigarette slowly vomiting the smoke, casually said: "Continue."

He noticed that there was a black man standing in the corner.As soon as he spoke, he came out, picked up a brick from the ground, and added it to the foot of Qi Jingran.

Qi Jingran should have been painful, but something was stuffed in his mouth and could not be called out, and his body struggled violently.

His face was white.Another man wearing gold glasses did not know when to stand next to her, looked in the direction of Qi Jingran, smiled slightly and said: "The boss has always liked people to make a big noise, and he does not like blood."In this way, the senses are more pleasing.Yes, that’s the legendary tiger stool, you should know?”

He took off his gold-seyes to slowly wipe it, and continued with a smile, “Guess, won’t the next brick this lady faint?”

Rao has not seen Zhou He again, from many histories, but also knows that this kind of tiger stool that looks more "pleasant" is cruel.Now Qi Jingran is in pain to die, plus a brick, her legs are uncertain.

He dried up his throat, stood up and walked toward Cheng Yi, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Cheng, please raise your hand."

Cheng Yu put the soot in his hand, and looked at Zhou He with a smile and said, "That's wrong, I should ask you to raise your hand."

Just now, Qi Jingran, who was struggling to be tortured and exhausted by his strength, fainted.

Cheng Yi snapped, no need to speak, the man standing in the corner had poured a basin of ice water toward Qi Jingran.A quiver and wakes up.

She was like a chicken, very upset.

Zhou He's fingers were tightly pressed, she couldn't figure out what Cheng Yi wanted to do, and she didn't know what kind of disaster Qi Jingran had, and she could only test the difficulties: "How do you think it is appropriate?"

Cheng Yu's eyes were indifferent, he put his fingers on the rattan chair, tapped a few times in the rattan chair, spit out the smoke, and said, "Okay, look at your face, and return things."He stood up, and he smiled and said, "Another round, but more than that."

The sound was low, but the spine was tight.

He didn’t talk much, looked at Qi Jing in the corner, and walked to the door with smoke.

As soon as he left, the other two in the house naturally followed.When he arrived at the door, the man wearing gold glasses suddenly turned back, smiled slightly in the direction of Zhou Yiqi, coughed, and asked, “Not too early, do you see what food you send to the two young ladies?”

Where he wanted to give them something to eat, he was clearly reminding Zhou to stop spending it.Human patience is limited.