Because of the woman’s scream, there was a mont of silence in the originally lively private room.
Everyone looked at the woman with the broken finger, so were scared, so sympathized, and so were gloating.
Jiang Hao: "..."
As expected, he knew their boss well. Although he was an unattainable beauty, he was also a ruthless and vicious man-eating flower. She dared to touch him fearlessly.
After such an interruption, those people didn’t dare to let loose anymore. The originally lively atmosphere instantly cooled down, and everyone looked at Lu Moqing with a little trepidation.
Gu Junhang helplessly looked at Lu Moqing, put down the wine glass in his hand, and said to Jiang Hao, "Let them go out first."
Jiang Hao imdiately got up and sent those people out, while Gu Junhang sat down next to Lu Moqing.
"Because of Qiao Xu?"
He sat next to him, sipped his wine, and asked sowhat casually.
Lu Moqing’s movent of drinking hesitated for a mont, "What?"
"If it weren’t for her, could you look like this?"
Gu Junhang couldn’t help but sneer, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
Lu Moqing’s face darkened, his gloomy eyes filled with a hint of sarcasm, "It has nothing to do with her! I just haven’t been out to play for a long ti. What is Qiao Xu to that I would get drunk because of her?"
Gu Junhang: "..."
He didn’t say he got drunk, could this man be more obvious?
Gu Junhang looked at his eyes that were blurred by the alcohol and shook his head.
"Qiao Xu is not here, what’s wrong with admitting it? Is face that important?"
"Shut up!"
Lu Moqing frowned, feeling a little embarrassed as if soone had pierced his thoughts.
"I told you earlier, you will definitely regret the divorce, but you insisted not to believe . Since you care so much, just put your pride aside. Nothing is more important than the person you hold dear in your heart."
"I told you to shut up!"
The wine glass in his hand was slamd heavily on the tea table in front of him, and because of the force, the glass shattered. The blood-red wine, like blood, flowed down the gaps between his fingers.
Glass shards deeply embedded in his flesh, and blood, mixed with the scarlet wine, dripped down one by one.
Gu Junhang looked at his increasingly bloodshot eyes and knew that he was not in a good state at the mont.
He sighed, picked up a tissue from the table and handed it to him, "Wipe the blood."
Lu Moqing ignored him, waved his hand to push Gu Junhang’s hand away, picked up another wine glass, poured a strong drink for himself and gulped it down, letting the glaring blood drip from his fingertips.
"You, look what you have done to yourself. Your head wound hasn’t healed, and now you’ve hurt your hand. You have tornted yourself so much for Qiao Xu, yet you are still acting so proud?"
"I told you to shut up, are you done talking yet!"
Lu Moqing kicked the heavy tea table away, blood from his palm dripped on his white shirt, the collar slightly unbuttoned, making him look sowhat frightening.
But Gu Junhang was unmoved, facing Lu Moqing’s violent appearance without even frowning.
So words, if he didn’t poke at Lu Moqing’s heart, he wouldn’t even realize how much he cared about Qiao Xu.
His intense reaction to Gu Junhang’s words just now was because Gu Junhang had touched on the deepest things in his heart.
He felt embarrassed and at a loss, so he could only use such a strong resistance to escape.
Gu Junhang looked at him, who didn’t speak any more.
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