Zhao Hai, who had never been used to lying and even regarded lying as the biggest shortcoming of his life, was not convincing at all when he lied at this moment. In other words, Zhao Hai's words could not convince Amossian Poetry.
"Say it again," Amossian Poetry asked.
"The two of us really didn't say anything," Zhao Hai added.
Amossian Poetry frowned and glanced sideways at Jiang Cheng. She said to the latter, "What about you?"
"Did you talk to Zhao Hai?" Amossian Poetry asked deliberately.
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"The two of us really didn't say anything." Jiang Cheng followed suit and copied Zhao Hai's words word for word.
"Oh!" Amossian Poetry's eyebrows suddenly relaxed. It seemed that she believed it.
At the same time, Jiang Cheng and Zhao Hai both heaved a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, that b * tch didn't notice," Zhao Hai lowered his head and glanced in the direction of Jiang Cheng as he murmured to Jiang Cheng.
In the process of Zhao Hai, the dimples on both sides of Zhao Hai's cheeks also appeared.
Zhao Hai thought that his voice was very soft, so it was impossible for Amossian Poetry to hear it. Moreover, his actions were completed in a short period of time, which was about two to three seconds, which made it even harder for Amossian Poetry to notice.
However, when Zhao Hai raised his head, Amossian Poetry slapped him. This slap caught Zhao Hai off guard. When Zhao Hai reacted, a palm-sized red palm print suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Cheng.
"Hahaha, who asked you to talk too much?" Jiang Cheng murmured, seemingly very happy.
With a slap, Amossian Poetry's other palm directly hit Jiang Cheng's smiling face.
"Don't blame others for talking big. You too." After Amossian Poetry said that, she waved her arm again.
He gave Jiang Cheng another slap on the face.
"Humph." Amossian Poetry turned around and ignored the two people after beating them up.
"F * ck." Jiang Cheng touched his cheek and felt a slight warmth. He thought to himself, "I didn't say anything. Why did she hit me for no reason?"
"Hey, Zhao Hai, why do you think she hit me?" Jiang Cheng said to Zhao Hai, who was also slapped.
He asked.
"…" Zhao Hai covered his mouth and made some strange sounds.
"What are you talking about?" Jiang Cheng said softly. Then, he moved his mouth to Zhao Hai's ear.
"Louder!" Jiang Cheng whispered.
"…" Zhao Hai still made a series of indecipherable sounds. It seemed that he didn't dare to speak anymore.
"If I speak again, I'll be courting death." Zhao Hai thought to himself.
Jiang Cheng, who didn't understand the situation, was about to use his hand to pry open Zhao's hand that was covering Zhao's mouth when he placed his hand on Zhao's mouth.
Zhao Hai's eyes suddenly widened. He thought to himself, "What is Jiang Cheng doing? Is he sick? "
Zhao Hai, who didn't understand Jiang Cheng's actions, then made a series of indecipherable sounds that confused Jiang Cheng.
"You're still like this, right? It seems that I have to open your palm." Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng's fingers suddenly moved in two directions, to both sides of Zhao Hai's palm. It seemed that he wanted to use force with both hands at the same time to achieve his goal of opening Zhao Hai's palm.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Hai suddenly pulled his palm away and asked Jiang Cheng.
"Are you sick?" Zhao Hai continued.
"You can finally speak?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"I'm not a mute. I can definitely speak!" Zhao Hai replied.
"Then why didn't you speak just now?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"If I spoke, wouldn't I be courting death? There is a bad-tempered bitch behind you. Her bad temper can tear me into pieces in minutes." Zhao Hai said loudly. Looking at his tone, it seemed that he wanted everyone in the elevator to hear him.
However, there were only three of them in the elevator. In addition to Jiang Cheng, Zhao Hai, and the unconscious Dong Zhaocheng, there was Amossian Poetry, who was called a bitch by Zhao Hai.
"Then why do you dare to speak now?" Jiang Cheng asked with a smile. There was a hint of malice in his smile.
When Zhao Hai heard this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He spoke too loudly just now, and Amossian Poetry must have heard it.
"I, I, I …" Zhao Hai's mouth was chattering, and his eyes were staring at the back of Amossian Poetry. "Don't turn around!"
Zhao Hai's heart suddenly sped up, and it was beating non-stop.
"You are dead." Jiang Cheng showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and then he turned around. But at this moment, Amossian Poetry's iron fist quickly waved at Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng's original intention was to step aside between Amossian Poetry and Zhao Hai, so that Amossian Poetry could teach Zhao Hai a lesson. However, he didn't expect that the moment he turned around, Amossian Poetry actually attacked his little face, and this time it was an iron fist.
An iron fist was different from a slap. A slap could only leave a red mark on your face, and it would disappear after a short period of time. However, an iron fist could disfigure your skin in minutes.
"Bang!" Jiang Cheng wasn't prepared in advance, so it was impossible for him to escape this attack. Moreover, the distance between him and Amossian Poetry was only about five centimeters. In this case, even if Jiang Cheng could perceive the iron fist attack in advance, he had no time to make a defensive move.
Along with the loud noise, Jiang Cheng's body had an intimate contact with the iron wall in the elevator.
Judging from the sound of this impact, it was obvious that Jiang Cheng was seriously injured this time.
"Jiang Cheng, are you okay?" Zhao Hai's face suddenly showed a worried expression.
"Jiang Cheng!" Zhao Hai immediately took a step toward Jiang Cheng, ready to check on Jiang Cheng's situation.
After all, the injury that Jiang Cheng suffered this time was something that Zhao Hai should take.
Amossian Poetry stared at Jiang Cheng with her eyes wide open, and didn't make the next move.
She secretly thought in her heart, How did I knock down Jiang Cheng?
Amossian Poetry turned her gaze and stared at Zhao Hai's back, and secretly thought in her heart, The person I want to beat is this!
Amossian Poetry's head suddenly swelled, and she was a little confused. Moreover, my iron fist attack can't have such great power! For a cultivation expert like Jiang Cheng, it's at most a tickle.
"Jiang Cheng, don't die!" After Zhao Hai squatted down, he desperately shook Jiang Cheng's body.
"Don't die!" Zhao Hai seemed to be very worried about Jiang Cheng's life and death, so his tone was particularly agitated.
"He's dead?" Amossian Poetry's body froze in place, and secretly thought in her heart.
"How could he die?" Amossian Poetry murmured.
"My iron fist attack can't be fatal!" Amossian Poetry's head became more and more chaotic, and because of this, she couldn't understand what was going on.
"I just wanted to teach Zhao Hai a lesson, but I didn't expect it to cause such a thing. If this goes on, how am I going to explain it to Dong Zhaocheng!" Amossian Poetry secretly thought in her heart.
Immediately, Amossian Poetry's gaze shifted to the side, looking at Dong Zhaocheng, and she murmured, "If Jiang Cheng dies, Dong Zhaocheng will not let me go! I'm just a pawn of Dong Zhaocheng, and Jiang Cheng is the person Dong Zhaocheng really cares about. "
Her face suddenly became abnormally pale, and a wave of fear surged in her heart.
"If Dong Zhaocheng finds out, I will definitely die …" Amossian Poetry sighed, then squatted down.
"Jiang Cheng, wake up!" Zhao Hai's voice continued to rise, and in the end, he shouted toward the ceiling of the elevator, "This month's salary hasn't been settled yet!"
After that, Zhao Hai's body suddenly froze, as if he was scared by himself, or did he think of something?
"Isn't my salary paid by Britney?" Zhao Hai murmured.
"In other words, even if Jiang Cheng dies, someone will pay me on time?" The corner of Zhao Hai's mouth raised slightly, and a smile emerged spontaneously.
Suddenly, Zhao Hai, who had just relaxed his brows, frowned again, "But if Jiang Cheng is dead, my bodyguard position will be gone! That is to say, even if I get my salary this month, I won't have a job next month, and I won't get my salary. "
Gradually realizing the seriousness of the problem, Zhao Hai's smile froze.
"Jiang Cheng, don't die!" Zhao Hai waved his arm again, still swinging Jiang Cheng left and right in his hand.
"What will I do if you die? I still have a family! "Zhao Hai's emotions became more and more agitated, and he shouted at Jiang Cheng.
"Are you crazy?!" A low voice suddenly came.
Zhao Hai's body froze in place, and he murmured, "What's this voice? Why does it sound so familiar?"
His eyes looked in another direction, as if trying to determine the speaker.
"Did you speak just now?" Zhao Hai suddenly patted Amossian Poetry with his hand and said to her.
"Are you crazy?!" Amossian Poetry shouted. Judging from her reaction, Amossian Poetry should be frightened. Otherwise, she wouldn't have answered Zhao Hai's question in such an intense tone.
"Oh, so it was you who said it just now!" Zhao Hai murmured, as if he was sure of his answer.
"I thought the person who spoke just now was you! I even felt a little happy in my heart. "Zhao Hai looked at Jiang Cheng with a pale face and said to the latter.
"If I didn't speak just now, who else could it be? Are you crazy?! "Jiang Cheng said slowly.
At this moment, Zhao Hai's keen eyesight captured the movement of Jiang Cheng's mouth.
"Were you the one who said it?" Zhao Hai was puzzled.
"It wasn't me!" Amossian Poetry said to Zhao Hai from behind.
"I didn't talk to you." Zhao Hai suddenly said. He glared at Amossian Poetry, and then looked at Jiang Cheng.
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