Ye Jiaqi was released, took a breath of fresh air, and coughed non-stop.

"You can also cause trouble for the young lady's birthday party?" The man looked at He Dangui on the ground, his eyes slightly cold.

Ye Jiaqi stood up with the wall and then looked at the man.

This man is very tall, slender, delicate and handsome, but his face is very cold, and he feels chilling that he should not be approached by strangers.

Especially his eyes, there was infinite murderous intent in the clearness, as if it was tempered by ice.

The black suit is restrained and extraordinary, which makes him feel cold and ruthless.

"I was wrong, I was wrong... I just... I was just having fun with this lady..." He Dangui lay on the ground, begging for mercy.

The blood in the nose couldn't stop, and the air was filled with blood.

Ye Jiaqi curled the corners of his lips: "Who is having fun with you? You want to kill me, right?"

He Dangui said pitifully: "Miss, we don't know each other. I don't even know your name. How could I kill you?"

"Sir, you saw it just now, please make the decision." Ye Jiaqi looked at the man.

I have to say that he still feels oppressed when he stands beside him.

Unlike Qiao Sinian's sense of oppression, this man is more cold and gloomy.

The man walked forward and kicked her.

"I won't kill anyone on my birthday party, but it doesn't mean I will spare you." The man said in a deep voice.

Ye Jiaqi squatted down, squatted in front of He Dangui, and grabbed her neck with his little hands.

"Don't worry, I won't spare you either."

Ye Jiaqi dared not kill anyone, but she also let He Dangui taste the feeling of being strangled.

Suddenly, He Dangui opened his eyes wide, breathing poorly, and his face turned pale!

"Let me go..." She asked for help.

"Your daughter doesn't save you." Ye Jiaqi then let go of his hand and wiped it, "The bitch will win you."

If this man hadn't arrived in time, she might have died today.

She is still young and she doesn't want to die yet.

"Berson."

A sweet and pleasant voice came.

Ye Jiaqi and the man turned their heads at the same time. It turned out to be Ruan Shu, the protagonist of today's birthday party.

Ruan Shu has changed into a beige embroidered long skirt with daily style, with long black hair fluttering, a shallow smile, and looks very well-behaved.

When she smiled, she had two dimples, which were particularly sweet.

"Miss." The man nodded slightly and lowered his head.

"What happened?" Ruan Shu frowned.

"Dispute, no big deal." The man's voice became much softer, completely different from the moment.

Ye Jiaqi suddenly understood that this young man was Ruan Shu's bodyguard, not a guest.

His name is...Berson?

"Then have you finished processing? Who is right and who is wrong?" Ruan Shu asked softly, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and exquisite.

Bosen nodded: "Miss, don't worry, leave it to me."

"I believe you." Ruan Shu giggled, his voice clear, "This lady is..."

Ye Jiaqi smiled and said, "My name is Ye Jiaqi, and I am the reporter of the emperor."

"I'm sorry for you." Ruan Shu bent down politely to apologize.

Elegant and gentle.

"It's okay, Miss, don't apologize to me. It's a private matter between me and her." Ye Jiaqi said quickly.

"Go to my room and have a rest." Ruan Shu pulled Ye Jiaqi's hand, "I'm really sorry, as the master, I made this happen on the scene."

Ye Jiaqi felt very embarrassed.

But Miss Ruan is very polite, and she cannot be rude.
Chapter completed!