Im Not Guilty of Murder

at the beginning of the "bullying"

lights, the hustle and bustle of the city disturbed the loneliness of the night.

there is a "bullying" going on in the largest bar daba in x city.

several burly men in black suits surrounded a young woman in the corner. the woman was about twenty years old and was wearing a long goose-yellow dress. she looked aggrieved, and looked like she was hesitant to say anything.

the people surrounding her were so vicious that they almost had to write three words on their faces. on the sofa behind these people, a boy with orange-black hair , with his legs crossed, sat astride the back of the sofa, staring angrily at the girl.

the music in the bar was deafening, but very few people danced along. it is the nature of most people to watch the fun, how can those who come to have fun miss a good show? they were in groups of three or five, not daring to get too close, but they kept their eyes fixed on the corner, for fear of missing something.

a few young people who just came in were obviously not sure what was going on. a yellow-haired man asked the security guard at the door: "what are they doing? is there any special event for the daba tonight?"

"special event?" the security guard snorted: "where is the special event? it's wonderful to see the young master bullying others."

vishu put his toes on his toes, pursed his lips and took a few glances. he poked the security guard next to him with his arm: "brother, what happened?" before the

security guard could speak, he saw the orange-black-haired boy suddenly stand up, his right hand slammed into the air, and a lot of money it flew up and slowly fell in the air.

the crowd watching the lively around said at the same time: "wow!" exclamation. if it weren't for those vicious bodyguards, it is estimated that the daba would have become a mess, and the money grabbing contest would have started.

"you see," the security guard nunuzui said, "looking at the situation, it's because he didn't take care of him successfully, and he used money to insult that girl."

"damn, i also want to be insulted and insulted by money." he swallowed: "i've only seen things like throwing money in tv dramas. i never thought that i would be able to witness it once in my life. dude, who is that man? so proud!"

"why don't you even know him?" the security guard glanced at vishu in disgust: "the son of the rajput family, mangu an arrogant, profligate young master. in x city, no one dares to provoke him. he."

"why doesn't anyone dare to provoke him?" the

security guard squinted at vishu: "can't you know the tiger's butt?"

vishu seemed to understand, "if there is a fight over there, you guys should help. don't help?"

"help?" the security guard instantly took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, put them on his face, stretched his hands forward, and touched the air twice: "i'm sorry, i'm blind, i can't see anything.

vishu was stunned, he gave a thumbs up in admiration: "brother, you still know how to play!" suddenly

, jumped off the sofa and turned back. all the spectators couldn't help but take a step back, or pretended to continue dancing, or chatted to each other as if they were indifferent to what had just happened.

the strong men lined up in two rows, and the crowd automatically made way for the young master.

was in a very good mood, humming the background music played in the bar, and walked out of the daba, leaving only the girl, holding a large sum of money in her hand, sobbing.

seeing them walking away, vishu breathed a sigh of relief. he pulled the security guard and sighed, "brother, did you see it? this is so beautiful!

" when bogi spoke, he took off his sunglasses and put them back in his pocket: "i'm going to protect the stray girl. otherwise, with so much money in my hands, and there will be a robbery at the bar later, then i won't do business today, my job is my job. , i won't last until tomorrow."

vishu followed the security closely, he was too curious, what kind of fairy looks like this girl who refused 's care.

the security guard warned a few people who wanted to get close to the woman as he walked. he crouched down with pity on his face: "girl, don't cry, we all know it's not easy for you. but this is not the place to take money, i'll send you first. get out of here."

the girl raised her head and spoke in a strong local accent: "thank you bro, i'll go now."

the moment he saw the girl's face, vishu was sure that the security guard and him must have been petrified for five seconds. it wasn't anything else, but the girl who stumbled was too indescribable. the face of the chinese character, squinting eyes, there are piles of pockmarks on the face, like a human-shaped dice. it can't be described as good-looking, let's say that he can catch up with one-tenth of 's face value, vishu felt that he gave this girl a great face.

"master ruan, does it have such a strong taste?" vishu was stunned.

that night, forced liang to be a prostitute, used money to insult people, and deceived people too much, so he was on the hot search. the photos on the trending search were taken at a distance. at that time, the girl was looking down to pick up the money, her jet-black hair was covering her face. the photographers are very good. the still pictures show the girl's shaking hands when she picks up the money. it seems that she is telling the sadness and powerlessness through the photos.

for a time, there was a voice condemning for bullying others. but the strange thing is that this hot search only stayed on the internet for a short two minutes, and then disappeared. as for those who were condemned, some were titled, and some simply stopped speaking. this made label mad in the hearts of many people who read the news.

therefore, no one noticed that there was such a small hashtag: # ruanfengxi is such a heavy mouth? #quietly lying in a reply that no one cares about, desolate and desolate.

inside ruan's house in x city, nani is giving a massage.

was lying on the sofa, squinting comfortably and purring like a persian cat.