Chapter 65

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"You scumbag!!!"

A loud roar woke up Qingchuan who was sitting in a daze outside the changing room. He immediately recognized that it was Shasha's voice, and immediately ran to the place where the sound came from, kicked the door open with his foot, "Sister Asha, you Are you okay?!...?"

This is a small dressing room, a small place. The floor is covered with a thin red velvet carpet, which is now covered with shiny broken glass. What was broken was a makeup mirror, and there were many cosmetics on the ground, as if someone had swept them to the ground.

There were two people standing in the room. Sasha's eyes were red, and she was holding a high-heeled shoe in her hand. She was grabbing Young Master Wei's clothes and smashing them in his face. She was crying and shouting, "You scum! Scum! Amei's life." It's all ruined by you bastard!"

Young Master Wei, who was being grabbed, was also scolding, "Bitch! You two bitches!"

After all, he is a man and has physical advantages. When Qingchuan came in, he had just turned around and stretched out his hand to tear Shasha's clothes off, "Don't you want revenge? Aren't you capable? I played with you first in front of others, You seek revenge from me."

Now that the show has been recorded, most of the staff have gone off work, but there are still some who are sorting things out, some distance away from this corner. Because Qingchuan was uneasy and thought that Young Master Wei might cause trouble, he waited backstage, not expecting what would happen next.

With Shasha's shout, they were probably almost there.

Shasha is married and has a child over two years old. It doesn't matter to Young Master Wei if something happens, she probably won't be able to bear it.

The world has always been harsh on women, even if they are victims, they are guilty. Even if it fails, the woman will be involved in various scandals, which will be unearthed from time to time as 'evidence of guilt'.

Qingchuan stepped forward, grabbed Young Master Wei's shoulders, tore him off and threw him to the ground. Wei was thrown so hard that his head hit the ground. Although there was a thin layer of fleece blanket, he was still so painful that he fainted and could not recover for a long time.

He glanced at Young Master Wei who was wailing on the ground, then listened carefully to what was going on outside, and suddenly picked up a sharp piece of broken glass and scratched his forehead, accurately locating the small blood vessels, and blood suddenly flowed from his eyebrows to his eyes. miserable.

He didn't care if the wound was bleeding. He messed up the hair that was neatly styled with mousse with his hands. He tore open the expensive custom-made jacket with a bang, pulled off half of the sleeves, and stood behind Shasha.

Calculating the size of the footsteps outside, Qingchuan said in a hoarse voice, "Sister Asha, please leave me alone and call the police!"

Soon enough, the staff who were still here had already crowded to the door, looking at the three people inside who were in a mess and the mess on the ground, looking at each other, not knowing what happened.

A woman saw the blood on half of Qingchuan's face and screamed, "Oh my god, Gu Sheng's face... call a car, call a car quickly!"

Young Master Wei, who was stunned by Qingchuan, finally realized, "You framed me! You did it yourself!"

As the host, Shasha always responded quickly and immediately became furious, "You are sick! If your hands are a little crooked, your eyes will be blinded. Are you planning to kill someone? Call the police! Call the police! Are you lawless?" !"

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